Sentence of Marriage (30 page)

‘You’re keen on him, you told me that, too. Has he been taking liberties with you?’

‘Liberties!’ Amy scoffed. ‘Don’t be so prim.’

‘I’m not prim—I’m careful, and you should be careful too. Has he proposed to you?’

‘Of course he hasn’t. We’ve only known each other for two months.’
He said he wanted to be with me forever
. Amy smiled at the memory.

‘Amy, stop grinning like that and listen to me. I don’t want you to go and live in Auckland, but if Jimmy can provide for you and it’s what you want, well, I suppose that’s all right. I’d miss you, but you’ve always gone on about living in the city. But does he want to marry you or what?’

‘Don’t be so silly!’

‘It’s not silly.’ Lizzie took hold of Amy’s wrist. ‘Tell me the truth, now—have you let him kiss you?’

Amy thought of the caresses that had gone with the kisses, and felt herself blush at the thought of Lizzie’s reaction to being told about those.
Maybe I shouldn’t have let him touch me like that
. Guilt made her speak more sharply than she had intended. ‘What if I have? It’s none of your business.’

‘You mustn’t! Not until you know what his intentions are.’

Amy snatched her arm away. ‘Stop telling me what to do! You’re just jealous—jealous because I’ve got Jimmy and you’ve only got Frank.’ The moment the words were out Amy wished she had bitten her tongue.

Lizzie looked as if she had been struck. ‘I’m not jealous,’ she said very quietly. ‘I just care about you, that’s all.’ For a moment Amy thought her cousin might cry.

‘Lizzie, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. It was a stupid thing to say. I like Frank, you know I do—I just get a bit tired of you bossing me around.’

‘I don’t boss. I was trying to make you see sense. I’ll stop trying if that’s what you want.’

‘Yes, it is. Come on, let’s go or the boys will go without us.’

They walked out to the kitchen where the rest of the family were assembled. Jack’s eyebrows shot up when he saw them. ‘Well, look at you! You girls look like you’ve stepped out of a picture—look at them, Susannah, pink and blue and good enough to eat.’

‘You look very sweet together,’ Susannah agreed. She gave Amy an appraising look. ‘The frill isn’t sitting properly around the sleeves—here, let me.’ She fussed over the lace, then puffed out the overskirt. ‘That dress really does suit you, Amy.’

Jimmy said nothing in front of the others, but the admiration Amy saw in his eyes gave her a thrill of pleasure.

‘I’ve never seen you look like this, girl,’ Jack said, gazing at Amy. ‘You look like your ma—not that I could ever afford a fancy dress like that for her.’ He cleared his throat noisily. ‘You boys take care of her for me tonight—there’s plenty of you, she should be safe enough.’

‘Can we get going?’ said Harry. ‘The dance’ll be half over before we even get there at this rate.’

The girls loaded the young men with their share of the supper, then they donned their walking boots, carrying their dancing shoes in their hands as they set off from the back porch.

‘Now, if Amy gets tired one of you can bring her home—I don’t want her walking home by herself,’ Jack called from the doorway, much to Amy’s embarrassment.

‘I wish he wouldn’t talk as though I’m a baby—why should I get tired before anyone else?’ she complained to Lizzie, but her cousin was unusually quiet.

The sky was still a rich blue; sunset would not be for another half hour. Jimmy walked beside John until they were well out of sight of the house; Amy knew he was aware of her father standing on the porch watching them all. The impatient Harry, with Bill for company, was soon a short distance ahead of them, leaving Amy and Lizzie in the rear.

It was not in Lizzie’s nature to let herself or Amy be neglected, and she soon complained. ‘Hey, you boys are meant to be
escorting
us, you know—how about waiting for us instead of rushing off like that?’ Amy was relieved to hear Lizzie being bossy again; a quiet Lizzie was unnatural.

‘Can’t wait all night for you,’ said Harry, but Jimmy slowed for the girls to catch up, while John joined Harry and Bill.

‘You’re quite right—fancy ignoring two such lovely ladies,’ Jimmy said, flashing his infectious grin. Lizzie did not smile back at him, and Amy hoped she was not going to be difficult. Jimmy took his place on Amy’s right-hand side, just as Lizzie looped her arm through Amy’s. Lizzie’s familiar gesture of affection suddenly struck Amy as possessive, but she was relieved that her cousin seemed to have forgotten Amy’s earlier cruel words.

‘Will it be the same people who went to the Christmas party?’ Jimmy asked.

‘Some of them,’ said Amy. ‘Not so many old people, though.’

‘What about your charming neighbour?’ They were walking past Charlie’s farm as he spoke.

‘Humph,’ Lizzie said in disgust, abandoning her haughty silence for the moment. ‘He’d better not be. He wouldn’t dance or talk to anyone.’

‘There’ll be us, of course,’ Amy put in. ‘And maybe the Aitkens—they’ve got a lot of little ones, though, so they mightn’t be able to. Frank will be there—’

‘How could he bear to stay away?’ Jimmy said, again without raising an answering smile from Lizzie.

‘And some of the others from Orere Beach, and from further down Waituhi Beach, too. Maybe fifteen or twenty people altogether—it’s quite a big dance. Oh,’ she gave him a wistful smile, ‘I suppose that doesn’t seem very big to you at all.’

‘Well, I’ve been to bigger ones,’ he said. ‘But I’m sure I’ve never been to one with better company—or prettier girls.’ Lizzie gave a snort. She dropped Amy’s arm and caught up with their brothers.

‘What’s wrong with her?’ Jimmy asked quietly. ‘She hasn’t had a row with Frank, has she?’

‘Oh no, nothing like that. No, it’s sort of my fault—I said something horrible to her.’

‘You? I can’t imagine you saying anything horrible.’

‘Well, I did this time, I’m afraid. Lizzie doesn’t really approve of… you and me.’

‘What did you tell her about us?’ Jimmy asked quickly.

‘Nothing—I didn’t tell her anything. She guessed a bit, though.’

‘Hmm. Never mind, take no notice of her. I don’t think I’ve ever been to a dance in a school before.’

‘It’s the only place around here that’s big enough. Pa and the others built the school, so we get to use it for the dance.’ She sighed. ‘It’s going to be strange being there again.’

‘Why strange, sweetheart? It can’t be all that many years since you went to school.’

‘No. Not many at all.’ Amy was quiet for some time.

‘What are you thinking about, little one?’

‘The school. It makes me sad when I think about it. Jimmy, do you remember one day you asked me if I’d like to go to Auckland?’

He looked thoughtful. ‘Yes, I do. You said you used to think you’d go there, but you wouldn’t tell me about it. Will you tell me now?’

‘Yes. I don’t want to have secrets from you. I was learning to be a teacher for a little while.’ She glanced at him, worried that he might laugh at the idea, but he was staring at her in astonishment. ‘Why are you looking at me like that?’

‘You mean with all the work you do, you found time for a job?’

‘Well, I was pretty busy while I was doing it.’ She sighed. ‘Too busy, really. Pa made me stop, then when Susannah came Miss Evans—that’s the teacher—thought maybe I could start again.’

‘My sister didn’t agree, I gather.’

‘No.’ Amy was pleased at how steady her voice sounded. ‘Everyone seemed to think I was mad to even want to be a teacher. They all talked about old maids and things. Do you think it’s silly for me to want to
do
something?’

‘I think you’ll never stop surprising me. Trust you to be different from other women. And trust you to want to be useful. You’re certainly clever enough to be a teacher, I’m sure of that.’

‘You’re the only person except Miss Evans who’s ever understood! Oh, Jimmy, I do love you!’

‘Shh,’ he warned. ‘Save that till later—there’re too many ears about.’ Amy saw that Lizzie was indeed looking over her shoulder at them.

They rounded the last corner and saw that a few buggies had pulled up outside the schoolhouse and several horses were in the school’s grazing paddock. Frank was standing in the road; as soon as he saw Lizzie his face lit up. He hesitated for a moment, then walked over to join the Leiths. Lizzie at once manœuvred herself to Frank’s side, and they mounted the steps ahead of the others.

Amy hung up her cloak in the school porch. She put her boots at the end of a neat row that had formed, and replaced them with light kid shoes, far too impractical for outdoors.

‘Now I get to walk in with the prettiest girl in the room,’ Jimmy said, offering her his arm.

‘You haven’t seen them all yet,’ Amy laughed as she looped her own arm through his.

‘I don’t need to.’

The schoolroom looked very different from the last time Amy had seen it. All the desks and benches had been pushed against the walls, leaving a clear space for dancing, and the room was decorated with nikau and fern fronds. ‘Oh, isn’t it pretty?’ she said in delight.

‘Mmm. Very pastoral.’

Rachel Aitken saw Amy and rushed over to her. ‘Hello, Amy. Do you like the room? The children and I decorated it this afternoon.’

‘It’s lovely. Is your mother looking after your little ones tonight?’

Rachel gave a broad smile. ‘Yes! This year I haven’t got a tiny baby, so I’m having a night out. It’ll be the first time Matt and I have danced for… oh, I don’t know, years and years—I hope we still remember how!’ She noticed the plate Jimmy was holding. ‘Let me take that, the supper table’s over there, but I’ve put a cloth over the food so you men can’t start on it too early. Thank you, Mr… Amy, I’m afraid I’ve forgotten your young man’s name. You’ll have to introduce me again.’

Amy was flustered at hearing Jimmy referred to as her young man, and before she had the chance to say anything Jimmy answered for himself. ‘I’m Jimmy—Jimmy Taylor. I remember you, Mrs Aitken, you’ve got that nice little girl—Bessie, isn’t that her name?’

‘That’s right, Bessie’s my oldest. Amy used to teach her at the school. Fancy you remembering her name. Well, I’d better finish setting out this food, I hope you enjoy yourself tonight.’ Rachel went over to the supper table.

‘That’s her husband, you met him at the Christmas party.’ Amy pointed to the tall, thickset Matt Aitken who was setting up a barrel of beer in one corner, beside a table loaded with empty mugs and bottles of lemonade. ‘That’s Bob Forster with him. Over there are the Jenners,’ she indicated a couple in their mid-twenties standing next to a man of about thirty, ‘they live east of the valley. I don’t know them very well, but that’s Dick Jenner and his sister Mabel. Dick’s talking to Sam Collins, they’re neighbours. And there’s Marion Forster, I wonder what they’ve done with their little ones. I don’t know that lady with her, though.’ She led Jimmy over to introduce him.

It took a moment to attract Mrs Forster’s attention. Marion was indulging in her favourite activity, talking excitedly while waving her arms around to emphasise her point. As her companion seemed as keen a talker, their small corner was by far the noisiest part of the room. Marion eventually paused for breath, glanced around and saw Amy.

‘Amy, how are you?’ As always, Marion’s mane of rich brown hair with its hint of red looked barely contained under her hat. She rushed on without giving Amy time to answer. ‘Rachel and I are the chaperones tonight—what a responsibility!’ she laughed. ‘Mrs Carr’s looking after my two wild creatures—she’ll be worn out tomorrow. Now, who’s this young man of yours—Bob, come over here and meet Amy’s young man,’ she called, and Bob wandered over from where he had been talking to Matt Aitken.

‘This is Jimmy, Susannah’s brother. He’s visiting Susannah this summer.’ Jimmy shook hands with Bob.

‘Do you know my sister?’ Marion asked. ‘This is Jane, she’s the baby of the family. She’s the only one Ma and Pa have still got at home in Te Puke. Jane’s staying with us for a few weeks.’ Amy could see the family resemblance, though Marion was in her mid-twenties while her sister looked to be about eighteen. Jane Neill had the same brown eyes and luxuriant hair as her sister, but in her case the hint of red had become a definite auburn. She also had the same lively tongue.

‘Marion’s dragged me along to help with the singing,’ Jane said. ‘She told me there aren’t enough women, either, so I expect I’ll be danced off my feet!’ She laughed merrily.

‘Hey, Bob,’ Matt Aitken called. ‘How about you and Marion start working—some of us want to dance, you know.’

Bob took his fiddle from its case and tuned up, evoking groans from the others in the room. ‘That cat’s not dead yet, it wants its guts back,’ Dick Jenner called, but Bob soon had sweet notes coming from the fiddle. Marion’s rich contralto soared with his music, and all around the room people took their partners.

‘May I have the pleasure of this dance?’ Jimmy asked, and Amy found herself being swept around the floor in his arms. Jimmy was a wonderful dancer; he moved smoothly and with confidence, and Amy felt sure the others were all impressed by her handsome partner. She noticed Lizzie standing beside Frank; Lizzie was swaying to the music, but she had obviously been unsuccessful in persuading Frank to take the floor.