Here comes the thrifty housewife of the poor,to whom the difference of a tenth of a penny in the price of a cabbage is all-important,and the much harassed keeper of the petty pension.There are houses in Brussels where they will feed you,light you,sleep you,wait on you,for two francs a day.Withered old ladies,ancient governesses,who will teach you for forty centimes an hour,gather round these ricketty tables,wolf up the thin soup,grumble at the watery coffee,help themselves with unladylike greediness to the potato pie.It must need careful housewifery to keep these poor creatures on two francs a day and make a profit for yourself.So "Madame,"the much-grumbled-at,who has gone to bed about twelve,rises a little before five,makes her way down with her basket.Thus a few sous may be saved upon the day's economies.
Sometimes it is a mere child who is the little housekeeper.One thinks that perhaps this early training in the art of haggling may not be good for her.Already there is a hard expression in the childish eyes,mean lines about the little mouth.The finer qualities of humanity are expensive luxuries,not to be afforded by the poor.
They overwork their patient dogs,and underfeed them.During the two hours'market the poor beasts,still fastened to their little "chariots,"rest in the open space about the neighbouring Bourse.
They snatch at what you throw them;they do not even thank you with a wag of the tail.Gratitude!Politeness!What mean you?We have not heard of such.We only work.Some of them amid all the din lie sleeping between their shafts.Some are licking one another's sores.
One would they were better treated;alas!their owners,likewise,are overworked and underfed,housed in kennels no better.But if the majority in every society were not overworked and underfed and meanly housed,why,then the minority could not be underworked and overfed and housed luxuriously.But this is talk to which no respectable reader can be expected to listen.
They are one babel of bargaining,these markets.The purchaser selects a cauliflower.Fortunately,cauliflowers have no feelings,or probably it would burst into tears at the expression with which it is regarded.It is impossible that any lady should desire such a cauliflower.Still,out of mere curiosity,she would know the price--that is,if the owner of the cauliflower is not too much ashamed of it to name a price.
The owner of the cauliflower suggests six sous.The thing is too ridiculous for argument.The purchaser breaks into a laugh.
The owner of the cauliflower is stung.She points out the beauties of that cauliflower.Apparently it is the cauliflower out of all her stock she loves the best;a better cauliflower never lived;if there were more cauliflowers in the world like this particular cauliflower things might be different.She gives a sketch of the cauliflower's career,from its youth upwards.Hard enough it will be for her when the hour for parting from it comes.If the other lady has not sufficient knowledge of cauliflowers to appreciate it,will she kindly not paw it about,but put it down and go away,and never let the owner of the cauliflower see her again.
The other lady,more as a friend than as a purchaser,points out the cauliflower's defects.She wishes well to the owner of the cauliflower,and would like to teach her something about her business.A lady who thinks such a cauliflower worth six sous can never hope to succeed as a cauliflower vendor.Has she really taken the trouble to examine the cauliflower for herself,or has love made her blind to its shortcomings?
The owner of the cauliflower is too indignant to reply.She snatches it away,appears to be comforting it,replaces it in the basket.The other lady is grieved at human obstinacy and stupidity in general.
If the owner of the cauliflower had had any sense she would have asked four sous.Eventually business is done at five.
It is the custom everywhere abroad--asking the price of a thing is simply opening conversation.A lady told me that,the first day she began housekeeping in Florence,she handed over to a poulterer for a chicken the price he had demanded--with protestations that he was losing on the transaction,but wanted,for family reasons,apparently,to get rid of the chicken.He stood for half a minute staring at her,and then,being an honest sort of man,threw in a pigeon.
Foreign housekeepers starting business in London appear hurt when our tradesmen decline to accept half-a-crown for articles marked three-and-six.
"Then why mark it only three-and-sixpence?"is the foreign housekeeper's argument.
