In the general consciousness Nature is regarded as feminine, and even those who love her most will have to adopt Mrs. Mumpson's oft-expressed opinion of the sex and admit that she is sometimes a "peculiar female."  During the month of March, in which our story opens, there was scarcely any limit to her varying moods.  It would almost appear that she was taking a mysterious interest in Holcroft's affairs; but whether it was a kindly interest or not, one might be at a loss to decide.  When she caught him away from home, she pelted him with the coldest of rain and made his house, with even Mrs. Mumpson and Jane abiding there, seem a refuge.  In the morning after the day on which he had brought, or in a sense had carted, Mrs. Wiggins to his domicile, Nature was evidently bent on instituting contrasts between herself and the rival phases of femininity with which the farmer was compelled to associate.  It may have been that she had another motive and was determined to keep her humble worshiper at her feet, and to render it impossible for him to make the changes toward which he had felt himself driven.

Being an early riser he was up with the sun, and the sun rose so serenely and smiled so benignly that Holcroft's clouded brow cleared in spite of all that had happened or could take place.  The rain, which had brought such discomfort the night before, had settled the ground and made it comparatively firm to his tread.  The southern breeze which fanned his cheek was as soft as the air of May.  He remembered that it was Sunday, and that beyond feeding his stock and milking, he would have nothing to do.  He exulted in the unusual mildness and thought, with an immense sense of relief, "I can stay outdoors nearly all day."  He resolved to let his help kindle the fire and get breakfast as they could, and to keep out of their way.  Whatever changes the future might bring, he would have one more long day in rambling about his fields and in thinking over the past.  Feeling that there need be no haste about anything, he leisurely inhaled the air, fragrant from springing grass, and listened with a vague, undefined pleasure to the ecstatic music of the bluebirds, song-sparrows, and robins.  If anyone had asked him why he liked to hear them, he would have replied, "I'm used to 'em.  When they come, I know that plowing and planting time is near."

It must be admitted that Holcroft's enjoyment of spring was not very far removed from that of the stock in his barnyard.  All the animal creation rejoices in the returning sun and warmth.  A subtle, powerful influence sets the blood in more rapid motion, kindles new desires, and awakens a glad expectancy.  All that is alive becomes more thoroughly alive and existence in itself is a pleasure.  Spring had always brought to the farmer quickened pulses, renewed activity and hopefulness, and he was pleased to find that he was not so old and cast down that its former influence had spent itself.  Indeed, it seemed that never before had his fields, his stock, and outdoor work--and these comprised Nature to him--been so attractive.  They remained unchanged amid the sad changes which had clouded his life, and his heart clung more tenaciously than ever to old scenes and occupations.  They might not bring him happiness again, but he instinctively felt that they might insure a comfort and peace with which he could be content.

At last he went to the barn and began his work, doing everything slowly, and getting all the solace he could from the tasks.  The horses whinnied their welcome and he rubbed their noses caressingly as he fed them.  The cows came briskly to the rack in which he foddered them in pleasant weather, and when he scratched them between the horns they turned their mild, Juno-like eyes upon him with undisguised affection.  The chickens, clamoring for their breakfast, followed so closely that he had to be careful where he stepped.  Although he knew that all this good will was based chiefly on the hope of food and the remembrance of it in the past, nevertheless it soothed and pleased him.  He was in sympathy with this homely life; it belonged to him and was dependent on him; it made him honest returns for his care.  Moreover, it was agreeably linked with the past.  There were quiet cows which his wife had milked, clucking biddies which she had lifted from nests with their downy broods.  He looked at them wistfully, and was wondering if they ever missed the presence that he regretted so deeply, when he became conscious that Jane's eyes were upon him.  How long she had been watching him he did not know, but she merely said, "Breakfast's ready," and disappeared.

With a sigh he went to his room to perform his ablutions, remembering with a slight pang how his wife always had a basin and towel ready for him in the kitchen.  In the breaking up of just such homely customs, he was continually reminded of his loss.

On awakening to the light of this Sabbath morning, Mrs. Mumpson had thought deeply and reasoned everything out again.  She felt that it must be an eventful day and that there was much to be accomplished.  In the first place there was Mrs. Wiggins.  She disapproved of her decidedly. "She isn't the sort of person that I would prefer to superintend," she remarked to Jane while making a toilet which she deemed befitting the day, "and the hour will assuredly come when Mr. Holcroft will look upon her in the light that I do.  He will eventually realize that I cannot be brought in such close relationship with a pauper.  Not that the relationship is exactly close, but then I shall have to speak to her--in brief, to superintend her.  My eyes will be offended by her vast proportions and uncouth appearance.  The floor creaks beneath her tread and affects my nerves seriously.  Of course, while she is here, I shall zealously, as befits one in my responserble position, try to render useful such service as she can perform.  But then, the fact that I disapprove of her must soon become evident.  When it is discovered that I only tolerate her, there will be a change.  I cannot show my disapproval very strongly today for this is a day set apart for sacred things, and Mrs. Viggins, as she called herself,--I cannot imagine a Mr. Viggins for no man in his senses could have married such a creature,--as I was saying, Mrs. Viggins is not at all sacred, and I must endeavor to abstract my mind from her till tomorrow, as far as posserble.  My first duty today is to induce Mr. Holcroft to take us to church.  It will give the people of Oakville such a pleasing impression to see us driving to church.  Of course, I may fail, Mr. Holcroft is evidently a hardened man.  All the influences of his life have been adverse to spiritual development, and it may require some weeks of my influence to soften him and awaken yearnings for what he has not yet known."

"He may be yearnin' for breakfast," Jane remarked, completing her toilet by tying her little pigtail braid with something that had once been a bit of black ribbon, but was now a string. "You'd better come down soon and help."

"If Mrs. Viggins cannot get breakfast, I would like to know what she is here for" continued Mrs. Mumpson loftily, and regardless of Jane's departure. "I shall decline to do menial work any longer, especially on this sacred day, and after I have made my toilet for church.  Mr. Holcroft has had time to think.  My disapproval was manifest last night and it has undoubtedly occurred to him that he has not conformed to the proprieties of life.  Indeed, I almost fear I shall have to teach him what the proprieties of life are.  He witnessed my emotions when he spoke as he should not have spoken to ME.  But I must make allowances for his unregenerate state.  He was cold, and wet, and hungry last night, and men are unreasonerble at such times.  I shall now heap coals of fire upon his head.  I shall show that I am a meek, forgiving Christian woman, and he will relent, soften, and become penitent.  Then will be my opportunity," and she descended to the arena which should witness her efforts.

During the period in which Mrs. Mumpson had indulged in these lofty reflections and self-communings, Mrs. Wiggins had also arisen.  I am not sure whether she had thought of anything in particular or not.  She may have had some spiritual longings which were not becoming to any day of the week.  Being a woman of deeds, rather than of thought, probably not much else occurred to her beyond the duty of kindling the fire and getting breakfast.  Jane came down, and offered to assist, but was cleared out with no more scruple than if Mrs. Wiggins had been one of the much-visited relatives.

"The hidee," she grumbled, "of 'avin' sich a little trollop round hunder my feet!"

Jane, therefore, solaced herself by watching the "cheap girl" till her mother appeared.

Mrs. Mumpson sailed majestically in and took the rocking chair, mentally thankful that it had survived the crushing weight imposed upon it the evening before.  Mrs. Wiggins did not drop a courtesy.  Indeed, not a sign of recognition passed over her vast, immobile face.  Mrs. Mumpson was a little embarrassed. "I hardly know how to comport myself toward that female," she thought. "She is utterly uncouth.  Her manners are unmistakerbly those of a pauper.  I think I will ignore her today.  I do not wish my feelings ruffled or put out of harmony with the sacred duties and motives which actuate me."

Mrs. Mumpson therefore rocked gently, solemnly, and strange to say, silently, and Mrs. Wiggins also proceeded with her duties, but not in silence, for everything in the room trembled and clattered at her tread.  Suddenly she turned on Jane and said, "'Ere, you little baggage, go and tell the master breakfast's ready."

Mrs. Mumpson sprang from her chair, and with a voice choked with indignation, gasped, "Do you dare address my offspring thus?"

"Yer vat?"

"My child, my daughter, who is not a pauper, but the offspring of a most respecterble woman and respecterbly connected.  I'm amazed, I'm dumfoundered, I'm--"

"Ye're a bit daft, hi'm a-thinkin'."  Then to Jane, "Vy don't ye go an' hearn yer salt?"

"Jane, I forbid--"  But it had not taken Jane half a minute to decide between the now jarring domestic powers, and henceforth she would be at Mrs. Wiggins' beck and call. "She can do somethin'," the child muttered, as she stole upon Holcroft.

Mrs. Mumpson sank back in her c............