The Maidens of Walsingham - стр. 28
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Following Mr. Morris's advice, Catherine heated two buckets of water, poured it into a small wooden tub, which she had to carry into the house, mixed boiling water with cold water from a nearby stream, and washed Cassie in it. Then more clean water was added to the tub, and Christine and Catherine bathed in it. Pastor Glowford seldom bathed at home: when spring came, he always bathed in the local stream, and used the tub only in winter. His health had always been characterised by an enviable resistance to disease.
A week later, May came: the warmth, which was unusual for this month, and everything began to green up even thicker and brighter than before. The Walsinghams gladly threw off their heavy woollen shawls and coarse jackets, and put on their summer cotton clothes, which, like the rest of the peasants' wardrobe, were old, worn and shabby, but clean: in spite of their poverty, the peasants were zealous for cleanliness. They were not ashamed of their life of poverty: they had nothing to compare it with, and only Christine Glowford secretly hated it, dreaming of more than this provincial, peacefully flowing, meaningless life in this dying village.
Cassie was quite recovered: the warmth and care of her family and Mr. Morris, as well as his healing mixture, did their good work, and already in the first days of the month the girl was running in the field, where she was picking wildflowers and catching beetles.
By this time the materials needed to rebuild the church had been brought to Walsingham, and there was a loud noise of rejoicing in the village. It seemed to the poor that their lives were about to change for the better, symbolised by the rebuilt church. But Christine did not share the general joy, on the contrary, she increasingly fell into despair, she was afraid of being frozen here: with the work did not work, to save even a small amount of money for travel to London could not be saved, in addition, John Tiley again resumed his courtship, and this made the girl angry. She was unpleasant that this "dirty poor man, who cannot even read, this rude and uncouth bumpkin" dared to think about her and offer her marriage with him.
On the fifth of May the restoration work on the church began: there were more volunteers than before, but as the peasants had never been trained in building, the work was very slow and often had to be redone, which upset Mr. Pilough, who was used to working with trained or at least capable builders. But as Lord Draymore paid generously for the architect's labour and patience, the architect, with a heavy heart, continued to work with the " foolish peasants ". After a week, however, the work had to be put on hold: the weather turned cold and rainy, and it rained from morning to evening. Life in Walsingham seemed to stand still, but none of the devout villagers dared to miss the church masses, which were held in the church, despite the ongoing renovations, because there was no other place in the village to gather. On such rainy days, the roads in the village became real swamps, full of liquid mud, reaching up to the ankles and above, so the men put long planks on the ground, building something like bridges, but more often than not carried their children and wives to church in their arms, making several trips to do so, and then the widows with their children. Many still came on foot, however, and among them were the Glowfords: each resident had heavy wooden clogs for this purpose. Often after the service there was confusion: the clogs left on the doorstep of the church got mixed up, and people often could not make out whose was whose, and then a loud noise was made. The pastor, dissatisfied with the noise, suggested a simple way of solving the problem – to carve certain numbers on each pair, but the peasants refused: it was much easier for them to search for their shoes for a long time, and this occupation brought them some fun.