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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at <a href = "http://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a></pre> +<p>Title: A Sunny Little Lass</p> +<p>Author: Evelyn Raymond</p> +<p>Release Date: January 15, 2010 [eBook #30968]</p> +<p>Language: English</p> +<p>Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1</p> +<p>***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A SUNNY LITTLE LASS***</p> +<p> </p> +<h3 class="centerpg">E-text prepared by Roger Frank, D Alexander,<br /> + and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team<br /> + (http://www.pgdp.net)</h3> +<p> </p> +<hr class="full" /> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> + +<div class='titlepage'> +<h1 class='mt20 fs20 mb60'>A SUNNY<br />LITTLE LASS</h1> + +<p>BY</p> + +<p class='fsl mb120'>EVELYN RAYMOND</p> + +<p>NEW YORK</p> + +<p class='fsl'>HURST & COMPANY</p> + +<p>PUBLISHERS</p> +</div> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<div class='titlepage'> +<p>Copyright, 1906, by</p> + +<p>G<span class='fss'>EORGE</span> W. J<span class='fss'>ACOBS</span> & C<span class='fss'>OMPANY</span></p> + +<p class='mb20'><i>Published August, 1906</i></p> + +<p><i>All rights reserved</i></p> + +<p>Printed in U. S. A.</p> +</div> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<div class='figcenter'> +<img src='images/i003.jpg' id="img001" alt='' /> +</div><!-- figure --> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<table summary='TOC'> +<tr><td colspan='3' align='center' class='fsl'><i>CONTENTS</i></td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'><a href='#link_1'>I.</a></td><td class='tcol2'>The One Room House</td><td class='tcol3'>9</td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'><a href='#link_2'>II.</a></td><td class='tcol2'>After the Colonel’s Visit</td><td class='tcol3'>25</td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'><a href='#link_3'>III.</a></td><td class='tcol2'>In Elbow Lane</td><td class='tcol3'>47</td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'><a href='#link_4'>IV.</a></td><td class='tcol2'>Beside Old Trinity</td><td class='tcol3'>59</td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'><a href='#link_5'>V.</a></td><td class='tcol2'>A Desolate Awakening</td><td class='tcol3'>77</td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'><a href='#link_6'>VI.</a></td><td class='tcol2'>The Beginning of the Search</td><td class='tcol3'>93</td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'><a href='#link_7'>VII.</a></td><td class='tcol2'>A Guardian Angel</td><td class='tcol3'>111</td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'><a href='#link_8'>VIII.</a></td><td class='tcol2'>With Bonny as Guide</td><td class='tcol3'>125</td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'><a href='#link_9'>IX.</a></td><td class='tcol2'>In the Ferry-House</td><td class='tcol3'>143</td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'><a href='#link_10'>X.</a></td><td class='tcol2'>Another Stage of the Journey</td><td class='tcol3'>155</td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'><a href='#link_11'>XI.</a></td><td class='tcol2'>A Haven of Refuge</td><td class='tcol3'>177</td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'><a href='#link_12'>XII.</a></td><td class='tcol2'>News from the Lane</td><td class='tcol3'>201</td></tr> +<tr><td class='tcol1'><a href='#link_13'>XIII.</a></td><td class='tcol2'>The Wonderful Ending</td><td class='tcol3'>217</td></tr> +</table> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<div style='margin:5px auto 5px 0; text-align:left;'> +<img alt='chhdr' src='images/chap1.jpg' /> +</div> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<h2><a id='link_1'></a>CHAPTER I<br /><span class='h2fs'>The One Room House</span></h2> + +<p>It was in “the littlest house in Ne’ York” that +Glory lived, with grandpa and Bo’sn, the dog, so she, and its owner, +often boasted; and whether this were actually true or not, it certainly +was so small that no other sort of tenant than the blind captain could +have bestowed himself, his grandchild, and their few belongings in +it.</p> + +<p>A piece-of-pie shaped room, built to utilize a scant, triangular +space between two big warehouses, only a few feet wide at the front and +no width at all at the rear. Its ceiling was also its roof and from it +dangled whatever could be hung thus, while the remaining bits of +furniture swung from hooks in the walls. Whenever out of use, even the +little gas-stove was set upon a shelf in the inner angle, thereby +giving floor space sufficient for two camp-stools and a three-cornered +scrap of a table at which they ate and worked, with Bo’sn curled +beneath.</p> + +<p>This mite of a house stood at the crook of Elbow Lane, down by the +approaches to the big bridge over East River, in a street so narrow +that the sun never could shine into it; yet held so strong an odor of +salt water and a near-by fish-market, that the old sailor half fancied +himself still afloat. He couldn’t see the dirt and rubbish of the +Lane, nor the pinched faces of the other dwellers in it, for a few +tenements were still left standing among the crowding warehouses, and +these were filled with people. Glory, who acted as eyes for the old +man, never told him of unpleasant things, and, indeed, scarcely saw +them herself. To her, everything was beautiful and everybody kind, and +in their own tiny home, at least, everything was scrupulously clean and +shipshape.</p> + +<p>When they had hung their hammocks back upon the wall, for such were +the only beds they had room for, and had had their breakfast of +porridge, the captain would ask: “Decks scrubbed well, +mate?”</p> + +<p>“Aye, aye, sir!” came the cheery answer, and +Glory’s hands, fresh from the suds, would touch the +questioner’s cheek.</p> + +<p>“Brasses polished, hawsers coiled, rations dealt?”</p> + +<p>“Aye, aye, cap’n!” again called the child.</p> + +<p>“Eight bells! Every man to his post!” ordered the +master, and from the ceiling a bell struck out the half-hours in the +only way the sailor would permit time to be told aboard his +“ship.” Then Glory whisked out her needle and thread, found +grandpa his knife and bit of wood, and the pair fell to their tasks. +His was the carving of picture frames, so delicately and deftly that +one could hardly believe him sightless; hers the mending of old +garments for her neighbors, and her labor was almost as capable as his. +It had earned for her the nickname of “Take-a-Stitch,” for, +in the Lane, people were better known by their employments than their +surnames. Grandpa was “Cap’n Carver” when at his morning +work, but after midday, “Captain Singer,” since then, led +by his dog Bo’sn, he sang upon the streets to earn his livelihood. In +the later hours the little girl, also, wore another +title–“Goober Glory”–because she was one of the +children employed by Antonio Salvatore, the peanut man, to sell his +wares on commission.</p> + +<p>But grandpa, Glory, and Bo’sn had the long delightful mornings at +home and together; and this day, as usual, their talk turned upon the +dream of their lives–“Sailors’ Snug +Harbor.”</p> + +<p>“Now, grandpa, talk. Tell how ’tis. Do it fast an’ +picturey-like, ’less I never can guess how to make this piece do. +It’s such a little patch an’ such a awful big hole! Posy +Jane gets carelesser an’ carelesser all the time. This very last +week that ever was she tore this jacket again. An’ I told her, I +said: ‘Jane, if you don’t look out you’ll never wear this +coat all next winter nohow.’ An’ she up an’ laughed, +just like she didn’t mind a thing like that. An’ she paid +me ten whole centses, she did. But I love her. Jane’s so good to +everybody, to every single body. Ain’t she, grandpa?”</p> + +<p>“Aye, aye, deary. I cal’late she done it a purpose. She makes +her money easy, Jane does. Just sets there on the bridge-end and sells +second-hand flowers to whoever’ll buy. If she had to walk the +streets―”</p> + +<p>Glory was so surprised by this last sentence that she snapped her +thread off in the wrong place and wasted a whole needleful. Until +yesterday, she had never heard her grandfather speak in any but the +most contented spirit about his lot in life. Then he had twice lamented +that he “didn’t know whatever was to become o’ two +poor creatur’s like them,” and now, again, this gay +morning, he was complaining–almost complaining. Glory +didn’t feel, in the least, like a “poor +creatur’.” She felt as “chirpy as a sparrow +bird,” over in City Hall park; and, if the sun didn’t shine +in the Lane, she knew it was shining in the street beyond, so what +mattered?</p> + +<p>Vaguely disturbed, the child laid her hand on his arm and asked, +“Be you sick, grandpa?”</p> + +<p>He answered promptly and testily, “Sick? No, nor never was in +my life. Nothin’ but blind an’ that’s a trifle +compared to sickness. What you askin’ for? Didn’t I eat my +breakfast clean up?”</p> + +<p>“Ye-es, but–but afterward you–you kicked Bo’sn, +an’ sayin’ that about ‘walkin’ the street’ just +a singin’; why, I thought you liked it. I know the folks like to +hear you. You do roll out that about the ‘briny wave’ just grand. +I wish you’d sing it to Bo’sn an’ me right now, grandpa, +dear.”</p> + +<p>Wholly mollified and ashamed of his own ill-temper, the captain +tried the familiar tune but it died in his throat. Music was far beyond +him just then, yet he stroked the child’s head tenderly, and +said, “Some other time, mate, some other time. I’m a little +hoarse, maybe, or somethin’.”</p> + +<p>“Well, then, never mind. Let’s talk ‘Snug Harbor.’ +You begin. You tell an’ I’ll put in what I’m mind to; +or I’ll say what I guess it’s like an’ you set me +straight if I get crooked. ’Cause you’ve seen it, grandpa, +an’ I never have. Not once; not yet. Bime-by― Oh, shall I +begin, shall I, grandpa?”</p> + +<p>The sailor sighed fit to shake the whole small tenement and nodded +in consent; so, observing nothing of his reluctance to their once +favorite subject, Glory launched forth:</p> + +<p>“‘Sailors’ Snug Harbor’ is the most beautifulest +spot in the whole world! It’s all flowery an’ grassy +an’ treesy. It’s got fountains an’ birds an’ +orchestry-music forever an’ ever. ’Tain’t never cloudy +there, nor rainy, nor freezy, nor snowy, nor nothin’ mean. Eh, +grandpa? Am I straight or crooked?”</p> + +<p>The captain, roused as from a reverie, replied absently, +“It’s a beautiful place, mate; I know that. Nobody wants +for nothin’ there, an’ once a man casts anchor there +he’s in safe haven for the rest of his days. Oh, I ain’t +denyin’ none of its comforts, but I wish the whole +concern’d burn to the ground or sink in the bay. I wish the man +first thought of it had died before he did.”</p> + +<p>In his anger, the blind man clasped his knife till its blade cut his +hand and Glory cried out in dismay. But he would not have her bathe the +wound and resumed his carving in silence. The little girl waited +awhile, once more fitting the small patch into the big hole of Posy +Jane’s jacket; then she went on as if nothing had occurred:</p> + +<p>“When we go there to live, me an’ you, we’ll have +a room as big an’ nice as this an’ you won’t have to +do a hand’s turn for yourself. You an’ Bo’sn’ll just +set round in rockin’-chairs–I’ve seen ’em in +the stores–with welwet cushings on your laps–I mean you two +a settin’ on the cushings, a dressed up to beat. Maybe, +they’ll let you order the whole crew, yourself, into white ducks +for muster at six bells, or somethin’.</p> + +<p>“An’,” Glory continued, “there’ll be +me a wearin’ a white frock, all new an’ never mended, +an’ my hair growed long an’ lovely, an’ me just as +purty as I wish I was, an’ as everybody has to be that lives to +the ‘Harbor.’ An’ bime-by, of a Sunday, maybe, when they +can spare the time, Posy Jane an’ Billy Buttons, an’ Nick, +the Parson, ’ll come walkin’ up to the beautiful gate, +an’ the captain what keeps it’ll write their names in a +book an’ say, ‘Walk right in, ladies an’ gentlemens, walk +right in. You’ll find Captain Simon Beck an’ Miss Glorietta +Beck’–’cause I’m goin’ to put that long tail to +my plain ‘Glory’ when I go to live there, grandpa.</p> + +<p>“Lemme see. Where was I?” the little girl went on. +“Oh, yes. The Elbow folks had just come, an’ was showed in. +They was told, ‘Walk right in. You’ll find your friends +settin’ in the front parlor on them welwet cushings readin’ +stories out o’ books an’ chewin’ candy all day +long.’ An’ then they’ll scurce know us, Billy +an’ them, an’ not till I laugh an’ show my teeth +an’ you get up an’ salute will they suspicion us. An’ +you’ll have on gold specs an’ dress-uniform an’ +that’ll make you look just like you could see same’s other +folks. Why, grandpa, darlin’, I’ve just thought, just this +very minute that ever was, maybe, to the ‘Harbor’ you won’t +be blind any more; for true, maybe not. In such a splendid place, with +doctors settin’ round doin’ nothin’, an’ +hospitals an’ all, likely they’ll put somethin’ in +your eyes will make you see again. O grandpa― If!”</p> + +<p>The old man listened silently.</p> + +<p>“An’ when–when do you think would be the soonest +we might go? ’Twon’t cost much to take me an’ you an’ +Bo’sn on the boat to Staten Island. I know the way. Onct I went clear +down to the ferry where they start from just a purpose to see, +an’ we could ’most any time. Will we go ’fore next winter, +grandpa? An’ yet I hate, I do hate, to leave this dear Lane. We +live so lovely in our hull house an’ the folks’d miss us so +an’ we’d miss the folks. Anyway, I should. You +wouldn’t, course, havin’ so many other old sailors all +around you. An’― Why, here’s that same man +again!”</p> + +<p>Even in Elbow Lane, where the shadows lie all day long, other and +darker shadows may fall; and such a shade now touched Glory’s +shoulder as she pictured in words the charm of that blessed asylum to +which the captain and she would one day repair. He had always fixed the +time to be “when he got too old and worthless to earn his +living.” But that morning she had swiftly reasoned that since he +had grown cross–a new thing in her experience–he must also +have suddenly become aged and that the day of their departure might be +near at hand.</p> + +<p>The shadow of the stranger pausing at their door cut short her +rhapsody and sent her, the table, and Bo’sn, promptly out of doors, +because when any of the sailor’s old cronies called to see him, +there wasn’t room in “the littlest house” for all. +So, from the narrow sidewalk beyond the door, the child listened to the +talk within, not much of it being loud enough for her to hear, and +fancied, from grandpa’s short, sharp replies to his guest’s +questions, that he was crosser, therefore, more ill, than ever.</p> + +<p>Bo’sn, too, sat on his haunches beside her, closely attentive and, +at times, uttering a low, protesting growl. Both child and dog had +taken a dislike to this unknown, who was so unlike the usual visitors +to the Lane.</p> + +<p>Glory sometimes wandered as far as Fifth Avenue, with her peanut +basket, and now confided to Bo’sn:</p> + +<p>“He’s just like them dressed-up folks on th’ +avenue, what goes by with their noses in th’ air, same’s if +they couldn’t abide the smell o’ goobers, whilst all the +time they’re just longing to eat ’em. Big shiny hat, +clothes ’most as shiny, canes an’ fixin’s, an’ +gloves, doggie; gloves this hot day, when a body just wants to keep +their hands under the spigot, to cool ’em.</p> + +<p>“An’,” continued Glory, “he ain’t like +the rest, Cap’n Gray, an’ Cap’n Wiggins, what makes grandpa laugh +till he cries, swoppin’ yarns. This one ’most makes him cry +without the laughin’ an’― Why, Bo’sn, +Bo’sn!”</p> + +<p>In the midst of her own chatter to the terrier, Glory had overheard +a sentence of the “shiny gentleman” which sent her to her +feet, and the table, work, and stool into the gutter, while her rosy +face paled and her wide mouth opened still more widely. The stranger +was saying:</p> + +<p>“<i>Of course, they’ll never take in the child.</i> You +can go to the ‘Harbor’ to-day, if you will, and you ought. +She–oh, there are plenty of Homes and Orphanages where they will +give her shelter. She’d be far better off than she is here, in +this slum, with only a blind old man to look after her. You come of +good stock, Beck, and, with a proper chance, the little girl might make +a nice woman. Here–whew, I really can’t endure the stench +of this alley any longer. We’ll make it this afternoon, captain. +At three o’clock I’ll send a man to take you over, and +I’ll get my sister, who knows about such things, to find a place +for your grandchild. Eh? I didn’t quite catch your +words.”</p> + +<p>Grandpa was murmuring something under his breath about: “Slum! +I knew it was small but ‘slum’–my little Glory–why, +why―”</p> + +<p>Colonel Bonnicastle interrupted without ceremony. He had put himself +out to do an old employee a service and was vexed that his efforts were +so ungratefully received. However, he was a man who always had his way +and intended to do so now; so he remarked, as if the captain had not +objected to so sudden a removal, “The man will be here at three +precisely. Have whatever traps you value put together ready. +You’ll not know yourself in your new quarters. +Good-morning.”</p> + +<p>With that the visitor turned to depart but Bo’sn darted between his +feet, causing him either to step about in a peculiar fashion or crush +the dog; and, with equal want of courtesy, Glory pushed him aside to +fling herself on grandpa’s neck, and to shriek to the guest, +“Go ’way! Go ’way! Don’t you come back to Elbow Lane! I +hate you–oh, I do hate you!”</p> + +<p>The great man was glad to go, nor did he notice her rudeness. His +carriage was waiting in the street outside the alley, and even his +sister Laura, who spent her days working to help the poor and who had +sent him here, could expect no more of him than he had done. Neither +his visit of yesterday nor to-day seemed appreciated by that old +captain who had once so faithfully commanded the colonel’s own +ship.</p> + +<p>Miss Laura had chanced to hear of the seaman’s blindness and +poverty, and promptly tried to help him by having him placed in +“Sailors’ Snug Harbor,” of which her brother was a +trustee. Nobody had told her about Glory, nor that the +“Harbor” was the subject oftenest discussed within the +“littlest house.”</p> + +<p>But other old sailors had told the captain of it, and pictured its +delights, and once a crony had even taken him to visit it. After that, +to him and his grandchild, the asylum had seemed like a wonderful +fairyland where life was one happy holiday. When at their work, they +talked of this safe “Harbor” and the little girl’s +imagination endowed the place with marvelous beauties. In all their +dreaming they had still been together, without thought of possible +separation, till Colonel Bonnicastle’s sentence fell with a shock +upon their ears, “<i>They will never take in the +child</i>.”</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<div style='margin:5px auto 5px 0; text-align:left;'> +<img alt='chhdr' src='images/chap2.jpg' /> +</div> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<h2><a id='link_2'></a>CHAPTER II<br /><span class='h2fs'>After the Colonel’s Visit</span></h2> + +<p>“Don’t you go an’ leave me, grandpa. Grandpa, +don’t you dast to go!” wailed Glory, her arms clasped so +tightly about the captain’s neck that they choked him. When he +loosened them, he drew her to his knee and laid her curly head against +his cheek, answering, in a broken voice, “Leave you, deary? Not +while I live. Not while you will stay with the old blind man, who +can’t even see to what sort of a home he has brought his +pet.”</p> + +<p>“Why, to the nicest home ever was. Can’t be a nicer +nowhere, not any single where. Not even on that big avenue where such +shiny people as him live. Why, we’ve got a hull house to +ourselves, haven’t we?”</p> + +<p>“Child, stop. Tell me exact, as you never told before. Is +Elbow Lane a ‘slum’?”</p> + +<p>“‘Deed I don’t know, ’cause I never heard tell of a +‘slum’ ’fore. It’s the cutest little street ever was. Why, +you can ’most reach acrost from one side to the other. Me an’ +Billy has often tried. It’s got the loveliest crook in it, right +here where we be; an’ one side runs out one way an’ t’other +toward the river. Why, grandpa, Posy Jane says onct–onct, ’fore +anybody here was livin’, the Lane was a cow-path an’ the +cows was drove down it to the river to drink. Maybe she’s +lyin’. ’Seems if she must be, ’cause now there ain’t no +cows nor nothin’ but milk-carts an’ cans in corner stores, +an’ buildin’s where onct she says was grass–grass, +grandpa, do you hear?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, I hear, mate. But the folks, the neighbors. A slum, +deary, I guess a slum is only where wicked people live. I don’t +know, really, for we had no such places on the broad high sea. Are our +folks in the Lane wicked, daughter?”</p> + +<p>“Grandpa!” she cried, indignantly. “When +there’s such a good, good woman, Jane’s sister +Meg-Laundress, what washes for us just ’cause I mend her things. +An’ tailor-Jake who showed me to do a buttonhole an’ him +all doubled up with coughin’; an’ Billy Buttons who gives +us a paper sometimes, only neither of us can read it; an’ Nick, +the parson, who helps me sort my goobers; an’ Posy Jane, +that’s a kind o’ mother to everybody goin’. +Don’t the hull kerboodle of ’em treat you like you was a +prince in a storybook, as I’ve heard Billy tell about? Huh! Nice +folks? I should think they was. Couldn’t be any nicer in the hull +city. Couldn’t, for sure, an’ I say so, I, Glory +Beck.”</p> + +<p>“And all very poor, mate, terrible, desperate poor; an’ +ragged an’ dirty an’ swearers, an’ not fit for my pet +to mix with. Never go to church nor Sunday-school, nor―Eh, little +mate?” persisted the old man, determined to get at the facts of +the case at last.</p> + +<p>Glory was troubled. In what words could she best defend her friends +and convince her strangely anxious guardian that Elbow folks were +wholly what they should be? Since she could remember she had known no +other people, and if all were not good as she had fancied them, at +least all were good to her. With all her honest loyal heart she loved +them, and saw virtues in them which others, maybe, would not have seen. +With a gesture of perplexity, she tossed her head and clasped her +hands, demanding:</p> + +<p>“An’ what’s poor? Why, I’ve heard you say +that we’re poor, too, lots o’ times. But is any of us +beggars? No, siree. Is any of us thievers? No, Grandpa Beck, not a one. +An’ if some is ragged or dirty, that’s ’cause they +don’t have clothes an’ spigots handy, an’ +some’s afraid o’ takin’ cold, like the tailor man. +Some of us lives two er three families in a room, but–but +that’s them. Me an’ you don’t. We have a hull house. +Why, me an’ you is sort of rich, seems if, and―It’s +that big shiny-hatted man makes you talk so queer, grandpa +darlin’, an’ I hate him. I wish he’d stayed to his +house an’ not come near the Lane.”</p> + +<p>“No, no, mate, hate nobody, nobody. He meant it kind. He +didn’t know how kindness might hurt us, deary. He is Colonel +Bonnicastle, who owned the ship I mastered, an’ many another that +sails the sea this day. He’s got a lot to do with the +‘Harbor’ an’ never dreamed how’t we’d known +about it long ago. A good ship it was an’ many a voyage she made, +with me layin’ dollars away out of my wage, till the sudden +blindness struck me an’ I crept down here where nobody knew me to +get over it. That’s a long while since, deary, and the dollars +have gone, I always hopin’ to get sight again and believin’ +I’d done a fine thing for my orphan grandchild, keepin’ so +snug a place over her head. So far, I’ve paid the rent reg’lar, +and we’ve had our rations, too. Now, mate, fetch me the bag and +count what’s in it.”</p> + +<p>The little canvas bag which Glory took from the tiny wall-cupboard +seemed very light and empty, and when she had untied the string and +held it upside down not a coin fell from it. The old man listened for +the clink of silver but there was none to hear and he sighed deeply as +he asked, “Empty, Glory?”</p> + +<p>“Empty, grandpa. Never mind, we’ll soon put +somethin’ back in it. You must get your throat cleared and go out +early an’ sing your loudest. I’ll get Toni to let me have a +fifty-bagger, an’ I’ll sell every single one. You might +make as much as a hull quarter, you might, an’ +me–I’ll have a nickel. A nickel buys lots o’ meal, +an’ we can do without milk on our porridge quite a spell. That +way we can put by somethin’ toward the rent, an’ +we’ll be all right.</p> + +<p>“Maybe,” little Glory went on, “that old colonel +don’t have all to say ’bout the ‘Harbor.’ Maybe he +don’t like little girls an’ that’s why. I’ll +get Cap’n Gray to find out an’ tell. He likes ’em. He +always gives me a cent to put in the bag–if he has one. +He’s poor, too, though, but he’s got a daughter growed up +’at keeps him. When I get growed I’ll earn. Why, darlin’ +grandpa, I’ll earn such a lot we can have everything we want. I +will so and I’ll give you all I get. If–if so be, we +don’t go to the ‘Harbor’ after all.”</p> + +<p>The captain stroked his darling’s head and felt himself +cheered by her hopefulness. Though they were penniless just now, they +would not be for long if both set their minds to money getting; and, as +for going to “Snug Harbor” without Glory, he would never do +that, never.</p> + +<p>“Well, well, mate, we’re our own masters still; and, +when the colonel sends his man for me, I’ll tell him ‘no,’ +so plain he’ll understand. ’Less I may be off on my rounds, +singin’ to beat a premer donner. Hark! mess-time already. There +goes eight bells. What’s for us, cook?”</p> + +<p>As he spoke, the little bell, which hung from the ceiling, struck +eight tinkling notes and Glory’s face clouded. There was nothing +in the tiny cupboard on the wall save a remnant of porridge from +breakfast, that had cooled and stiffened, and the empty money-bag.</p> + +<p>“O grandpa! So soon? Why, I ought to have finished +Jane’s jacket and took it to her. She’d have paid me +an’ I’d ha’ got the loveliest chop from the store +’round the corner. But now, you dear, you’ll just have to eat +what is an’ make the best of it. Next time it’ll be better +an’ here’s your plate.”</p> + +<p>Humming a tune and making a great flourish of plate and spoon, she +placed the porridge before the captain and watched his face anxiously, +her heart sinking as she saw the distaste apparent at his first +mouthful. He was such a hungry old dear always, and so was she hungry, +though she didn’t find it convenient to eat upon all such +occasions. When there happened to be enough food for but one, she was +almost glad of the sailor’s blindness. If he smelled one chop +cooking on the little stove, how should he guess there weren’t +two? And if she made a great clatter with knife and plate, how could he +imagine she was not eating?</p> + +<p>Up till now, Glory could always console herself with dreams of the +“Snug Harbor” and the feasts some day to be enjoyed there. +Alas! The colonel’s words had changed all that. For her there +would be no “Harbor,” ever; but for him, her beloved +grandpa, it was still possible. A great fear suddenly possessed her. +What if the captain should get so very, very hungry, that he would be +tempted beyond resistance, and forsake her after all! She felt the +suspicion unworthy, yet it had come, and as the blind man pushed his +plate aside, unable to swallow the unpalatable porridge, she resolved +upon her first debt. Laying her hand on his she begged, “Wait a +minute, grandpa! I forgot–I mean I didn’t get the milk. +I’ll run round an’ be back with it in a jiffy!”</p> + +<p>“Got the pay, mate?” he called after her, but, if she +heard him, she, for once, withheld an answer.</p> + +<p>“O Mister Grocer!” she cried, darting into the dairy +shop, like a stray blue and golden butterfly, “could you possibly +lend me a cent’s worth o’ milk for grandpa’s dinner? +I’ll pay you to-night, when I get home from peddlin’, if I +can. If I can’t then, why the next time―”</p> + +<p>“Say no more, Take-a-Stitch, I’ve a whole can +turnin’ sour on me an’ you’re welcome to a pint +on’t if you’ll take it. My respects to the captain, and +here’s good luck to the Queen of Elbow Lane!”</p> + +<p>Glory swept him a curtsy, flashed a radiant smile upon him and was +tempted to hug him; but she refrained from this, not knowing how such a +caress might be received. Then she thanked and thanked him till he bade +her stop, and with her tin cup in her hand sped homeward again, +crying:</p> + +<p>“Here am I, grandpa! More milk ’an you can shake a stick at, +with the store-man’s respeckses an’ all. A hull pint! Think +o’ that! An’ only just a teeny, tiny mite sour. Isn’t +he the nicest one to give it to us just for nothin’? An’ +he’s another sort of Elbow folks, though he’s off a bit +around the block. Oh, this is just the loveliest world there is! +An’ who’d want to go to that old ‘Snug Harbor’ +an’ leave such dear, dear people, I sh’d like to know? Not +me nor you, Cap’n Simon Beck, an’ you know it!”</p> + +<p>Glory sat down and watched her grandsire make the best dinner he +could upon cold porridge and sour milk, her face radiant with pleasure +that she had been able so well to supply him, and almost forgetting +that horrid, all-gone feeling in her own small stomach. Never mind, a +peanut or so might come her way, if Toni Salvatore, the little Italian +with the long name, should happen to be in a good humor and fling them +to her, for well he knew that of the stock he trusted to her, not a +single goober would be extracted for her personal enjoyment; and this +was why he oftener bestowed upon her a tiny bag of the dainties than +upon any other of his small sales people.</p> + +<p>The captain finished his meal and did not distress his darling by +admitting that it was still distasteful, then rose, slung his basket of +frames over his shoulder, took Bo’sn’s leading-string, and passed +out to his afternoon’s peddling and singing. But, though he had +kissed her good-bye, Glory dashed after him, begging still another and +another caress, and feeling the greatest reluctance to letting him go, +yet equally unwilling to have him stay.</p> + +<p>“If he stays here that man will come and maybe get him, +whether or no; an’ if he goes, the shiny colonel may meet him +outside and take him anyhow. If only he’d sing alongside o’ +my peddlin’ route! But he won’t. He never will. He hates to +hear me holler. He says ‘little maids shouldn’t do it’; +only I have to, to buy my sewin’ things with; an’―My, +I clean forgot Posy Jane’s jacket! I must hurry an’ finish +it, then off to peanuttin’,” pondered the child, and +watched the blind man making his way, so surely and safely, around the +corner into the next street, with Bo’sn walking proudly ahead, what +tail he had pointing skyward and his one good ear pricked forward, +intent and listening.</p> + +<p>The old captain in the faded uniform he still wore, and the faithful +little terrier, who guided his sightless master through the dangers of +the city streets with almost a human intelligence were to Goober Glory +the two dearest objects in the world, and for them she would do +anything and everything.</p> + +<p>“Funny how just them few words that shiny man said has changed +our hull feelin’s ’bout the ‘Harbor.’ Only this +mornin’, ’fore he come, we was a-plannin’ how lovely +’twas; an’ now–now I just hate it! I’m glad +they’s water ’twixt us an’ that old Staten Island, +an’ I’m glad we haven’t ferry money nor +nothin’,” cried the little girl, aloud, shaking a small +fist defiantly southward toward the land of her lost dreams. Then, +singing to make herself forget how hungry she was, she hurried into the +littlest house and–shall it be told?–caught up her +grandpa’s plate and licked the crumbs from it, then inverted the +tin cup and let the few drops still left in it trickle slowly down her +throat; and such was Glory’s dinner.</p> + +<p>Afterward she took out needle and thread and heigho! How the neat +stitches fairly flew into place, although to make the small patch fill +the big hole, there had to be a little pucker here and there. Never +mind, a pucker more or less wouldn’t trouble happy-go-lucky Jane, +who believed little Glory to be the very cleverest child in the whole +world and a perfect marvel of neatness; for, in that particular, she +had been well trained. The old sea captain would allow no dirt +anywhere, being as well able to discover its presence by his touch as +he had once been by sight; and, oddly enough, he was as deft with his +needle as with his knife.</p> + +<p>So, the jacket finished, Glory hurried away up the steep stairs to +the great bridge-end, received from the friendly flower-seller +unstinted praise and a ripe banana and felt her last anxiety +vanish.</p> + +<p>“A hull banana just for myself an’ not for pay, dear, +dear Jane? Oh, how good you are! But you listen to me, ’cause I want to +tell you somethin’. Me an’ grandpa ain’t never +goin’ to that old ‘Snug Harbor,’ never, nohow. We +wouldn’t be hired to. So there.”</p> + +<p>“Why–why, Take-a-Stitch! Why, be I hearin’ or +dreamin’, I should like to know. Not go there, when I thought you +could scarce wait for the time to come? What’s up?”</p> + +<p>“A shiny rich man from the avenue where such as him lives and +what owns the ship grandpa used to master, an’ a lot more like it +has so much to do with the ‘Harbor’ ’at he can get anybody in it +or out of it just as he pleases. He’s been twice to see grandpa +an’ made him all solemn an’ poor-feelin’, like he +ain’t used to bein’. Why, he’s even been cross, truly +cross, if you’ll believe it!”</p> + +<p>“Can’t, hardly. Old cap’n’s the jolliest soul +ashore, I believe,” said Jane.</p> + +<p>“An’ if grandpa maybe goes alone, ’cause they +don’t take little girls, nohow, then that colonel’d have me +sent off to one o’ them Homeses or ’Sylums for childern that +hasn’t got no real pas nor mas. Huh, needn’t tell me. +I’ve seen ’em, time an’ again, walkin’ in +processions, with Sisters of Charity in wide white flappin’ caps +all the time scoldin’ them poor little girls for laughin’ +too loud or gettin’ off the line or somethin’ like that. +An’ them with long-tailed frocks an’ choky kind of aperns +an’ big sunbonnets, lookin’ right at my basket o’ +peanuts an’ never tastin’ a single one. Oh, jest catch me! +I’ll be a newspaper boy, first, but–but, Jane dear, do you +s’pose anything–any single thing, such as bein’ terrible +hungry, or not gettin’ paid for frames or +singin’–could that make my grandpa go and leave +me?”</p> + +<p>For at her own breathless vivid picture of the orphanage children, +as she had seen them, the doubt concerning the captain’s future +actions returned to torment her afresh.</p> + +<p>“He might be sick, honey, or somethin’ like that, but +not o’ free will. Old Simon Beck’ll never forsake the +’light o’ his eyes,’ as I’ve heard him call you, time +an’ again.”</p> + +<p>“Don’t you fret, child,” continued Posy Jane. +“Ain’t you the ‘Queen of Elbow Lane’? Ain’t all +of us, round about, fond of you an’ proud of you, same’s if +you was a real queen, indeed? Who’d look after Mis’ +McGinty’s seven babies, when she goes a scrubbin’ the +station floors, if you wasn’t here? Who’d help the tailor +with his job when the fits of coughin’ get so bad? ’Twas only a +spell ago he was showin’ me how’t you’d sewed in the +linin’ to a coat he was too sick to finish an’ a +praisin’ the stitches beautiful. What’d the boys do without +you to sew their rags up decent an’ tend to their hurt fingers +an’ share your dinner with ’em when–when you have one +an’ they don’t?</p> + +<p>“An’ you so masterful like,” went on the +flower-seller, “a makin’ everybody do as you say, whether +or no. If it’s a scrap in a tenement, is my Glory afraid? not a +mite. In she walks, walks she, as bold as bold, an’ lays her hand +on this one’s shoulder an’ that one’s arm an’ +makes ’em quit fightin’. Many’s the job you’ve +saved the police, Glory Beck, an’ that very officer yonder was +sayin’ only yesterday how’t he’d rather have you on +his beat than another cop, no matter how smart he might be. He says, +says he, ‘That little girl can do more to keep the peace in the Lane +’an the best man on the force,’ says he. ‘It’s prime +wonderful how she manages it.’ An’ I up an’ tells him +nothin’ wonderful ’bout it at all.’ It’s ’cause +everybody loves you, little Glory, an’ is ashamed not to be just +as good as they know you think they be.</p> + +<p>“Don’t you fret, child,” Jane went on, +“Elbow folks won’t let you go, nor’ll the cap’n leave +you, and if bad come to worst them asylums are fine. The Sisters is all +good an’ sweet, givin’ their lives to them ’at needs. +Don’t you get notions, Glory Beck, an’ judge folks ’fore +you know ’em. If them orphans gets scolded now an’ then it +does ’em good. They ought to be. So’d you ought, if you +don’t get off to your peddlin’. It’s long past your +time. Here’s a nickel for the jacket an’ you put it safe by +’fore you start out. May as well let me pin one o’ these +carnations on you, too. They ain’t sellin’ so fast +an’ ’twould look purty on your blue frock. Blue an’ +white an’ yeller–frock an’ flower an’ curly +head–they compare right good.”</p> + +<p>Ere Jane’s long gossip was ended, her favorite’s fears +were wholly banished. With a hug for thanks and farewell, Glory was off +and away, and the tired eyes of the toilers in the Lane brightened as +she flitted past their dingy windows, waving a hand to this one and +that and smiling upon all. To put her earnings away in the canvas bag +and catch up her flat, well-mended basket, took but a minute, and, +singing as she went, the busy child sped around to that block where +Antonio had his stand.</p> + +<p>That day the trade in goobers had been slack and other of his small +employees had found the peanut-man a trifle cross; but, when +Glory’s shining head and merry face came into view, his own face +cleared and he gave her a friendly welcome.</p> + +<p>“A fifty-bagger this time, dear Toni! I’ve got to get a +heap of money after this for grandpa!”</p> + +<p>“Alla-right, I fill him,” returned the vender; and, +having carefully packed the fifty small packets in the shallow basket, +he helped her to poise it on her head, as he had long since taught her +his own countrywomen did. This was a fine thing for the growing child +and gave her a firm erectness not common to young wage-earners. She was +very proud of this accomplishment, as was her teacher, Antonio, and had +more than once outstripped Billy Buttons in a race, still supporting +her burden.</p> + +<p>“Sell every bag, little one, and come back to me. I, Antonio +Salvatore have secret, mystery. That will I tell when basket empty. +Secret bring us both to riches, indeed!”</p> + +<p>Crafty Antonio! Well he knew that the little girl’s curiosity +was great, and had led her into more than one scrape, and that his +promise to impart a secret would make her more eager to sell her stock +than the small money payment she would earn by doing so.</p> + +<p>Glory clasped her hands and opened her brown eyes more widely, +entreating, “Now, Toni, dear Tonio, tell first and sell +afterward. Please, please.”</p> + +<p>“No, not so, little one. Sell first, then I tell. If you sell +not―” Antonio shrugged his shoulders in a way that meant no +sale, no secret. So, already much belated, Goober Glory–as she +had now become–was forced to depart to her task, though she +turned about once or twice to wave farewell to her employer and to +smile upon him, but she meant to make the greatest haste, for, of all +delightful things, a secret was best.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<div style='margin:5px auto 5px 0; text-align:left;'> +<img alt='chhdr' src='images/chap3.jpg' /> +</div> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<h2><a id='link_3'></a>CHAPTER III<br /><span class='h2fs'>In Elbow Lane</span></h2> + +<p>“Pea–nuts! Cent-a-b-a-a-g!”</p> + +<p>This cry shrilled, almost yelled from the sidewalk upon which she +was descending from her carriage so startled Miss Bonnicastle that she +tripped and fell. In falling, she landed plump in a basket of the nuts +and scattered them broadcast.</p> + +<p>“Look out there! What you doin’?” indignantly +demanded Glory, while a crowd of street urchins gathered to enjoy a +feast.</p> + +<p>“Help me up, little girl; never mind the nuts,” begged +the lady, extending her gloved hand.</p> + +<p>“You don’t mind ’em, ’course. They ain’t +yours!” retorted the dismayed child, yet seizing the hand with +such vigor that she split the glove and brought its owner to an upright +position with more precision than grace. Then, paying no further heed +to the stranger, she began a boy-to-boy assault upon the purloiners of +her wares; and this, in turn, started such an uproar of shrieks and +gibes and laughter that poor Miss Laura’s nerves gave way +entirely. Clutching Glory’s shoulder, she commanded, “Stop +it, little girl, stop it, right away! You deafen me.”</p> + +<p>The effect was instant. In astonished silence, the lads ceased +struggling and stared at this unknown lady who had dared lay hands on +the little “Queen of Elbow Lane.” Wild and rough though +they were, they rarely interfered with the child, and there was more +amazement than anger in Glory’s own gaze as it swept Miss +Bonnicastle from head to foot. The keen scrutiny made the lady a trifle +uncomfortable and, realizing that she had done an unusual thing, she +hastened to apologize, saying, “Beg pardon, little girl, I should +not have done that, only the noise was so frightful +and―”</p> + +<p>“Ho, that?” interrupted the peanut vender, with fine +scorn. “Guess you ain’t used to Elbow boys. That was +nothin’. They was only funnin’, they was. If they’d +been fightin’ reg’lar–my, s’pose you’d a fell down +again, s’pose.”</p> + +<p>Wasting no further time upon the stranger, Glory picked up the +basket and examined it, her expression becoming very downcast; and, +seeing this, the boy who had been fiercest in the scramble stepped +closer and asked, “Is it clean smashed, Glory?”</p> + +<p>“Clean,” she answered, sadly.</p> + +<p>“How much’ll he dock yer?” asked another lad, +taking the damaged article into his own hands. “Pshaw, +hadn’t no handle, nohow. Half the bottom was tore an’ +patched with a rag. One side’s all lopped over, too. Say, if he +docks yer a cent, he’s a mean old Dago!”</p> + +<p>“Well, ain’t he a Dago, Billy Buttons? An’ I put +in that patch myself. I sewed it a hour, with strings out the garbage +boxes, a hull hour. Hi, there! you leave them goobers be!” cried +the girl, swooping down upon the few youngsters who had returned to +pilfer the scattered nuts and, at once, the two larger boys came to her +aid.</p> + +<p>“We’ll help yer, Glory. An’ me an’ +Nick’ll give ye a nickel a-piece, fer new bags, won’t we, +Nick?” comforted Billy. But, receiving no reply from his partner +in the news trade, he looked up to learn the reason. Nick was busily +picking up nuts and replacing them in such bags as remained unbroken +but he wasn’t eager to part with his money. Nickels were not +plentiful after one’s food was paid for, and though lodgings cost +nothing, being any odd corner of floor or pavement adjoining the +press-rooms whence he obtained his papers, there were other things he +craved. It would have been easy to promise but there was a code in +Elbow Lane which enforced the keeping of promises. If one broke +one’s word one’s head was, also, promptly broken. There was +danger of this even now and there, because Billy’s foot came +swiftly up to encourage his mate’s generosity.</p> + +<p>However, the kick was dexterously intercepted by Glory; Master +Buttons was thrown upon his back, and Nick escaped both hurt and +promise. With a burst of laughter all three fell to work gathering up +the nuts and the small peddler’s face was as gay as ever, as she +cried:</p> + +<p>“Say, boys, ’tain’t nigh so bad. Ain’t +more’n half of ’em busted. I guess the grocer-man’ll +trust me to that many–he’s real good-natured to-day. His +jumper’s tore, too, so maybe he’ll let me work it +out.” Then, perceiving a peculiar action on the part of the too +helpful Billy, she sternly demanded, “What you doin’ there, +puttin’ in them shells that’s been all chewed?”</p> + +<p>“Huh! That’s all right. I jams ’em down in the +bottom. They don’t show an’ fills up faster’n th’ +others. Gotter make yer losin’s good, hain’t +yer?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, Billy Buttons, I have, but I ain’t goin’ to +make ’em cheatin’ anybody. What’d grandpa think or +say to that? Now you can just empty out every single goober shell +you’ve put in an’ fill up square. I’ll save them +shells by theirselves, so’s to have ’em ready next time you +yourself want to buy off me.”</p> + +<p>The beautiful justice of this promise so impressed the newsboy that +he turned a somersault, whereby more peanuts were crushed and he earned +a fresh reproof.</p> + +<p>Miss Bonnicastle had remained an amused observer of the whole scene, +though the actors in it had apparently forgotten her presence. To +remind them of this, she inquired, “Children, will you please +tell me how much your peanuts were worth?”</p> + +<p>“Cent a bag!” promptly returned Glory, selecting the +best looking packet and holding it toward this possible customer.</p> + +<p>“All of them, I mean. I wish to pay you for all of +them,” explained the lady, opening her purse.</p> + +<p>Too surprised to speak for herself, Nick answered for the vender, +“They was fifty bags, that’s fifty cents, an’ five +fer commish. If it’d been a hunderd, ’twould ha’ been +a dime. Glory, she’s the best seller Toni Salvatore’s got, +an’ he often chucks her in a bag fer herself, besides. +Fifty-five’d be fair, eh, Take-a-Stitch?”</p> + +<p>Glancing at Glory’s sunny face, Miss Laura did not wonder at +the child’s success. Almost anybody would buy from her for the +sake of bringing forth one of those flashing smiles, but the girl had +now found her own voice and indignantly cried:</p> + +<p>“Oh, parson, if you ain’t the cheat, I never! +Chargin’ money for goobers what’s smashed! Think +you’ll get a lot for yourself, don’t you? Well, you +won’t an’ you needn’t look to, so there.”</p> + +<p>Thus having rebuked her too zealous champion Glory explained to Miss +Bonnicastle that “they couldn’t be more’n twenty-five +good bags left. They belongs to Antonio Salvatore, the peanut man. I +was goin’ to buy needles an’ thread with part, +needin’ needles most, but no matter. Better luck next time. Do +you really want a bag, lady?”</p> + +<p>Again the tiny packet was extended persuasively, the small peddler +being most anxious to make a sale although her honesty forbade her +accepting payment for goods unsold.</p> + +<p>But Miss Laura scarcely saw the paper bag, for she was looking with +so much interest upon the child’s own face. Such a gay, helpful, +hopeful small face it was! Beneath a tangle of yellow curls, the brown +eyes looked forth so trustfully, and the wide mouth parted in almost +continual laughter over white and well-kept teeth. Then the white +carnation pinned to the faded, but clean, blue frock, gave a touch of +daintiness. Altogether, this seemed a charming little person to be +found in such a locality, where, commonly, the people were poor and +ill-fed, and looked sad rather than glad. The lady’s surprise was +expressed in her question, “Little girl, where do you live? How +came you in this neighborhood?”</p> + +<p>“Why–I belong here, ’course. Me an’ grandpa live +in the littlest house in Ne’ York. Me an’ him we live +together, all by our two selves, an’ we have the nicest times +there is. But–but, did you want a bag?” she finished, +pleadingly. Time was passing and she was too busy to waste more. She +wondered, too, why anybody so rich as to ride in a carriage should +tarry thus long in Elbow Lane, though, sometimes, people did get astray +and turn into the Lane on their way to cross the big bridge.</p> + +<p>“Yes, little Glory, as I heard them call you, I meant just +what I said. I wish to buy all your stock as well as pay for a new +basket. Will you please invite your friends to share the feast with +you? I’m sorry I caused you so much trouble and here, the little +boy suggested fifty-five cents, suppose we make it a dollar? Will that +be wholly satisfactory?”</p> + +<p>The face of Take-a-Stitch was again a study in its perplexity. The +temptation to take the proffered money was great, but a sense of +justice was even greater. After a pause, she said with complete +decision, “It must be this way; you give me the fifty cents for +Toni Salvatore–that’ll be hisn. You take the goobers +an’ give ’em to who you want. I won’t take no pay for +the basket, ’cause I can mend it again; nor for myself, ’cause I +hain’t earned it. I hain’t hollered scarce any to sell such +a lot. That’s fair. Will I put ’em in your carriage, +lady?”</p> + +<p>“No, no! Oh, dear! No, indeed. Call your mates and divide +among them as you choose. Then–I wonder why my man doesn’t +come back. The coachman can’t leave the horses, and the footman +seems to have lost himself looking for a number it should be easy to +find.”</p> + +<p>The children had gathered about Glory who was now beaming with +delight at the chance to bestow a treat upon her mates as well as enjoy +one herself. Indeed, her hunger made her begin to crack the goobers +with her strong white teeth and to swallow the kernels, skins and all. +But again Miss Bonnicastle touched her shoulder, though this time most +gently, asking:</p> + +<p>“If this is Elbow Lane, and you live in or near it, can you +show me the way to the house of Captain Simon Beck, an old blind +man?”</p> + +<p>Glory gasped and dropped her basket. All the rosy color forsook her +face and fear usurped its gaiety. For a time, she stared at the +handsome old lady in terror, then demanded, brokenly, +“Be–you–from–‘Snug Harbor’?”</p> + +<p>It was now the stranger’s turn to stare. Wondering why the +child had asked such a question and seemed so startled, she answered, +“In a way, both yes and no. I am interested in ‘Snug +Harbor,’ and have come to find an old, blind sea captain whom my +brother employed, in order to take him, myself, to that comfortable +home. Why do you ask?”</p> + +<p>Then Glory fled, but she turned once to shake a warning fist toward +Nick and Billy, who instantly understood her silent message and glared +defiantly upon the lady who had just given them an unexpected +feast.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<div style='margin:5px auto 5px 0; text-align:left;'> +<img alt='chhdr' src='images/chap4.jpg' /> +</div> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<h2><a id='link_4'></a>CHAPTER IV<br /><span class='h2fs'>Beside Old Trinity</span></h2> + +<p>“Why, what is the matter? Why did she run away?” asked +the astonished stranger.</p> + +<p>Billy giggled and punched Nick who was now apportioning the peanuts +among the children he had whistled to his side, but neither lad +replied.</p> + +<p>This vexed Miss Bonnicastle who had come to the Lane in small hope +of influencing the old captain to do as her brother had wished him to +do and to remove, at once, to the comfortable “Harbor” +across the bay. She had undertaken the task at her brother’s +request; and also at his desire, had driven thither in the carriage, in +order to carry the blind man away with her, without the difficulty of +getting him in and out of street cars and ferry boat. It would greatly +simplify matters if he would just step into the vehicle at his own +humble door and step out of it again at the entrance to his new +home.</p> + +<p>But the Lane had proved even narrower and dirtier than she had +expected. She was afraid that having once driven into it the coachman +would not be able to drive out again, and the odors of river and +market, which the blind seaman found so delightful, made her ill. She +had deprived herself of her accustomed afternoon nap; she had sprained +her ankle in falling; her footman had been gone much longer than she +expected, searching for the captain’s house; and though she had +been amused by the little scene among the alley children which had been +abruptly ended by Glory’s flight, she was now extremely anxious +to finish her errand and be gone.</p> + +<p>In order to rest her aching ankle, she stepped back into the +carriage and from thence called to Billy, at the same time holding up +to view a quarter dollar.</p> + +<p>Master Buttons did not hesitate. He was glad that Nick happened to +be looking another way and did not see the shining coin which he meant +to have for himself, if he could get it without disloyalty to Glory. +Hurrying forward, he pulled off his ragged cap and inquired, “Did +you want me, ma’am?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, little boy. What is your name?”</p> + +<p>“Billy.”</p> + +<p>“What else? Your surname?” continued the questioner.</p> + +<p>“Eh? What? Oh–I guess ‘Buttons,’ ’cause onct I was +a messenger boy. That’s what gimme these clo’es, but I +quit.”</p> + +<p>He began to fear there was no money in this job, after all, for the +hand which had displayed the silver piece now rested in the +lady’s lap; and, watching the peanut feasters, he felt himself +defrauded of his own rightful share. He stood first upon one bare foot +then upon the other, and, with affectation of great haste, pulled a +damaged little watch from his blouse and examined it critically. The +watch had been found in a refuse heap, and even in its best days had +been incapable of keeping time, yet its possession by Billy Buttons +made him the envy of his mates.</p> + +<p>He did not see the amused smile with which the lady regarded him, +and though disappointed by her next question it was, after all, the +very one he had anticipated.</p> + +<p>“Billy Buttons, will you earn a quarter by showing me the way +to where Captain Beck lives? that is, if you know it.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, I knows it all right, but I can’t show +it.”</p> + +<p>“Can’t? Why not? Is it too far?”</p> + +<p>Billy thought he had never heard anybody ask so many questions in so +short a time and was on the point of saying so, impertinently, yet +found it not worth while. Instead, he remarked, “I ain’t +sayin’ if it’s fur er near, but I guess I better be +goin’ down to th’ office now an’ see if they’s +a extry out. Might be a fire, er murder, er somethin’ +doin’.”</p> + +<p>With that courtesy which even the gamins of the streets +unconsciously acquire from their betters, Billy pulled off his cap +again and moved away. But he was not to escape so easily. Miss +Laura’s hand clasped his soiled sleeve and forth came another +question, “Billy, is that little girl your sister?”</p> + +<p>“Hey? No such luck fer Buttons. She ain’t nobody’s +sister, she ain’t. She just belongs to the hull Lane, Glory does. +Huh! Take-a-Stitch my sister? Wished she was. She’s only +cap’n― Shucks!” Having so nearly betrayed himself, Billy +broke from the restraining hand and disappeared.</p> + +<p>Miss Bonnicastle sighed and leaned back upon her cushions, feeling +that something evil must have befallen her faithful footman to keep him +so long away, and almost deciding to give up this apparently hopeless +quest. Then she discovered that Nick had drawn near. Possibly, he would +act as her guide, even if his mate had refused. She again held up the +quarter and beckoned the lad.</p> + +<p>He responded promptly, his eyes glittering with greed as they fixed +upon the coin–not to be removed from it till it was in his own +possession, no matter how many questions were asked. These began at +once, in a crisp, imperative tone.</p> + +<p>“Little boy, tell me your name.”</p> + +<p>“Nick, the parson.”</p> + +<p>“Indeed? Nick Parsons, I suppose. Is it?”</p> + +<p>“No’m. I’m Nicky Dodd. I got a father. He’s +Dodd. So be I, ’course. But the fellers stuck it onto me +’cause–’cause onct I went to a Sunday-school.”</p> + +<p>“Don’t you go now, Nick Dodd?”</p> + +<p>“No, indeedy! Ketch me!” laughed the boy, watching the +gleam of the money his questioner held so lightly between her gloved +fingers. What if she should drop it! If some other child should see it +fall and seize it before he could! “Was–was you +a-wantin’ somethin’ of me, lady?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, I was. Will you show me the way to Captain Beck’s +house?”</p> + +<p>Now Nick loved Glory as well as Billy did and he had as fully +understood from her warning gesture that he was to give this stranger +no information concerning her or her grandfather, but, alas! he also +loved money, and he so rarely had it. Just then, too, the +“Biggest Show On Earth” was up at Madison Square Garden +and, if Nick had not remembered that enticing circus, he might not have +betrayed his friend. Yet those wonderful trained animals―Ah!</p> + +<p>“Fer that quarter? Ye-es, ma’am, +I–I–will,” stammered the lad.</p> + +<p>So Miss Laura again left her carriage and walked the narrow, dirty +length of the Lane, past the sharp bend which gave it its name of +“Elbow,” far down among the warehouses and wharves crowding +the approach to the bridge. As she walked, she still asked questions +and found that all the dwellers in the Lane were better known by their +employments than their real names, how that Glory’s deftness with +a needle had made her “Take-a-Stitch,” and anybody might +guess why Jane was called “Posy” or Captain Beck had become +the “Singer.” Besides, she discovered that this ragged +newsboy was as fond and proud of his “Lane” as she was of +her avenue, and that if she had any pity to bestow, she needn’t +waste it on him or his mates and that―</p> + +<p>“There ’tis! The littlest house in Ne’ +York,” concluded Nick, proudly pointing forward, seizing the coin +she held so carelessly, and vanishing.</p> + +<p>“Well! have I become a scarecrow that all these children +desert me so suddenly!” exclaimed Miss Laura, looking helplessly +about and lifting her skirts the higher to avoid the dirty suds which +somebody was emptying into the gutter.</p> + +<p>“Ma’am?” asked the woman with the tub, dropping it +and with arms akimbo staring amazedly at the stranger. How had such a +fine madam come there? “Was you a-lookin’ for somebody, +ma’am?”</p> + +<p>Miss Laura turned her sweet old face toward the other, +Meg-Laundress, and answered, “Yes, for one, Captain Simon Beck. A +boy told me this tiny place was where he lives–though it +doesn’t seem possible any one could really live in so small a +room–and it’s empty now, anyway. Do you know where he +is?”</p> + +<p>“Off a-singin’ likely. He mostly is, this time o’ +day.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, I’m so sorry. I have come―” Miss +Bonnicastle checked herself, unwilling to disclose to this rough +stranger affairs in which she had no concern. “I was told he had +a grandchild living with him. Is she anywhere about?”</p> + +<p>“Glory? She’s off peddlin’ her goobers, I s’pose. +I can give ’em any word that’s left,” said Meg, with +friendly interest.</p> + +<p>“Glory? Is her name Glory? Is it she I saw with a basket of +peanuts, a yellow haired, bright-faced little girl, in a blue +frock?” cried the lady, eagerly, and recalling the child’s +inquiry about “Snug Harbor” felt that she should have +guessed as much even then.</p> + +<p>“Sure. The purtiest little creatur’ goin’; or, if +not so purty, so good-natured an’ lovin’. Why, she’s +all the sunlight we gets in the Lane, Glory is, an’, havin’ +her, some on us don’t ’pear to need no more. Makes all on us do +her say-so but always fer our own betterment. In an’ out, up +an’ down, lendin’ a hand or settin’ a stitch or +tendin’ a baby, all in the day’s work, an’ +queenin’ it over the hull lot, that’s our ‘Goober +Glory,’ bless her! And evil to anybody would harm the child, say +I! Though who’d do ill to her? Is’t a bit of word +you’d be after leavin’, ma’am?” said Meg, with +both kindness and curiosity.</p> + +<p>“Thank you. If you see either of them, will you say that Miss +Bonnicastle, Colonel Bonnicastle’s sister, will be here again in +the morning, unless it storms, upon important business? Ask them to +wait here for me, please. I should not like to make a second useless +trip. Good-afternoon.”</p> + +<p>As the gentlewoman turned and made her way back along the alley +toward her distant carriage, which could come no nearer to her because +the Lane was so narrow, Meg watched and admired her, reflecting with +some pride:</p> + +<p>“She’s the real stuff, that old lady is. Treated me +polite ’s if I was the same sort she is. I wonder what’s +doin’ ’twixt her an’ the Becks? Well, I’ll find out +afore I sleep, or my name ain’t Meg-Laundress, an’ I say +it. Guess Jane’ll open her eyes when I up an’ tells her how +one them grand folks she sees crossin’ the bridge so constant has +got astray in the Lane an’ come a visitin’, actilly a +visitin’, one our own folks. But then, I always knowed, we +Elbowers was a touch above some, an’ now she’ll know it, +too.</p> + +<p>“I do wish the cap’n would come in,” continued Meg. +“But ’twill be a long spell yet afore he does. An’, +my land! I must sure remind him to put on his other shirt in the +mornin’. He don’t never get no sile on him, the cap’n +don’t, yet when grand carriage folks comes a callin’, +it’s a time for the best or nothin’.”</p> + +<p>By a roundabout way, Glory had hurried, breathlessly, to her tiny +home, fearing that by some mischance grandpa might have returned to it, +and that this fresh advocate of the “Harbor” would find him +there. She was such a pretty old lady, she had such a different manner +from that of the Lane women, she might persuade the gallant old captain +to accompany her to the asylum, whether or no. If he were at home, +Glory meant to coax him elsewhere; or, if he would not go, then she +would remain and use her own influence against that of this dangerous +stranger.</p> + +<p>One glance showed her that all was yet safe. The tiny room was empty +and neither “Grandpa!” nor “Bo’sn!” answered to +her call.</p> + +<p>“I hain’t got no goobers to sell now an’ them boys +won’t show her a step of the way an’ she couldn’t get +here so quick all herself without bein’ showed so I may as well +rest a minute,” said Glory to herself, and sat down on the narrow +threshold to get cool and to decide upon what she should do.</p> + +<p>But she could not sit still. A terrible feeling that these strangers +were determined to separate her from her grandfather made her too +restless. It was natural, she thought, that they should wish to do him +a kindness, such as providing him with a fine home for life. He was a +grown-up man and a very clever one, while she was only a little girl, +of no account whatever. They didn’t care about her, ’course, but +him―</p> + +<p>“I must go find him! I must keep him away, clear, clear away +from the Lane till it gets as dark as dark. Then we can come home +an’ sleep. Such as them don’t come here o’ +nights,” cried Glory, springing up. “An’ I’m +glad grandpa is blind. If he went right close by them two he +couldn’t see ’em, an’ she, she, anyway, don’t +know him. I wonder where best to look first. I s’pose Broadway, ’cause +that’s where he gets the most money. They’s such a heap of +folks on that wide street an’ it’s so nice to look +at.”</p> + +<p>Having decided her route, Glory was off and away. She dared not +think about Toni Salvatore and his anger. She did not see how she would +ever be able to repay him for his loss and she could remember nothing +at all about the money Miss Bonnicastle had offered her. If Billy or +Nick had taken it, they would give it to her, of course; but if +not–well, that was a small matter compared to the spiriting away +of her grandfather and she must find him and hold him fast.</p> + +<p>“Grandpa don’t go above the City Hall, ’cause Bo’sn +don’t know the way so well. Up fur’s there an’ down +to Trinity; that’s the ‘tack he sails’ an’ there +I’ll seek him. I wish one them boys was here to help me look, +though if he was a-singin’ I shouldn’t need +nobody.”</p> + +<p>So thinking and peering anxiously into the midst of every crowd and +listening with keen intentness, the little girl threaded her way to the +northern limit of the captain’s accustomed “beat.” +But there was no sign nor sound of him upon the eastern side of the +thoroughfare, and, crossing to the more crowded western side, she crept +southward, step by step, scanning every face she passed and looking +into every doorway, for in such places the blind singer sometimes took +his station, to avoid the jostling of the passers-by.</p> + +<p>“Maybe I’ll have to go ’way down to the Battery, ’cause +he does, often. Though ’seems he couldn’t hardly got there +yet.”</p> + +<p>Now Glory was but a little girl, and, in watching the shifting +scenes of the busy street, she soon forgot her first anxiety and became +absorbed in what was around her. And when she had walked as far +southward as old Trinity, there were the lovely chimes ringing and, as +always, a mighty crowd had paused to listen to them. Glory loved the +chimes, and so did grandpa; and it was their habit on every festival +when they were to be rung to come and hear them. Always the child was +so moved by these exquisite peals that when they ceased she felt as if +she had been in another world, and it was so now. To hear every tone +better, she had clasped her hands and closed her eyes and uplifted her +rapt face; and so standing upon the very curb, she was rudely roused by +a commotion in the crowd about her.</p> + +<p>There was the tramping of horses’ feet, the shouts of the +police, the “Ahs!” and “Ohs!” of pity which +betokened some accident.</p> + +<p>“Out the way, child! You’ll be crushed in this jam! Keep +back there, people! Keep back!”</p> + +<p>Glory made herself as small as she could and shrank aside. Then +curiosity sent her forward again to see and listen.</p> + +<p>“An old man!”</p> + +<p>“Looks as if he were blind!”</p> + +<p>“Back those horses! Make way–the ambulance–make +way!”</p> + +<p>“All over with that poor fellow! A pity, a pity!”</p> + +<p>These exclamations of the onlookers and the orders of the policemen +mingled in one harsh clamor, yet leaving distinct upon Glory’s +hearing the words, “An old blind man.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, how sorry grandpa will be to know that!” thought +the child, and, with eagerness to learn every detail of the sad affair, +stooped and wormed her way beneath elbows and between legs till she had +come to the very roadbed down which an ambulance was dashing at highest +speed, its clanging bell warning everything from its path. Right before +the curb where she stood it paused, uniformed men sprang to the +pavement and, with haste that was still reverent and tender, laid the +injured man upon the stretcher; then off and away again, and the little +girl had caught but the faintest glimpse of a gray head and faded blue +garments, yet thought:</p> + +<p>“Might be another old captain, it might. Won’t grandpa +be sorry–if I tell him. Maybe I shan’t, though I must hurry +up an’ find him, ’cause seein’ that makes me feel dreadful +lonesome, ’seems if. Oh! I do wish nobody ever need get hurted or +terrible poor, or anything not nice! And–oh, oh, there’s +that very lady I run away from, what come to the Lane! Drivin’ +down in her very carriage and if―She mustn’t see me! She +must not–’less she’s got him in there with her a’ready! +What if!”</p> + +<p>Miss Bonnicastle’s laudau was, indeed, being carefully driven +through the jam of wagons which had stopped to give the ambulance room +and she was anxiously watching the inch-by-inch progress of her own +conveyance. Yet with an expression of far keener anxiety, Goober Glory +recklessly darted into the very tangle of wheels and animals, crying +aloud:</p> + +<p>“She’s goin’ straight down toward that +‘Harbor’ ferry! Like’s not she’s heard him +singin’ somewhere an’ coaxed him to get in there with her. +He might be th’ other side–where I can’t +see–an’ I must find out–I must! For―<i>What +if!</i>”</p> + +<p>She reached the carriage steps, sprang upon them, by one glance +satisfying herself that the lady was alone, turned to retreat, but felt +herself falling.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<div style='margin:5px auto 5px 0; text-align:left;'> +<img alt='chhdr' src='images/chap5.jpg' /> +</div> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<h2><a id='link_5'></a>CHAPTER V<br /><span class='h2fs'>A Desolate Awakening</span></h2> + +<p>“You little dunce! Don’t you know better than do +that?”</p> + +<p>An indignant shake accompanied these words, with which the big +policeman set Glory down upon the sidewalk after having rescued her +from imminent death.</p> + +<p>In the instant of her slipping from the carriage step, the child had +realized her own peril and would most certainly have been trampled +under the crowding, iron-shod hoofs, had not the officer been on the +very spot, trying to prevent accidents, and to keep clear from each +other the two lines of vehicles, one moving north, the other south.</p> + +<p>Glory was so rejoiced to find herself free and unhurt that she +minded neither the shaking nor the term “dunce,” but +instantly caught the rescuer’s hand and kissed it rapturously, +crying, “Oh, thank you, thank you! Grandpa would have felt so bad +if I’d been hurt like that poor blind man. Oh, I wish I could do +somethin’ for you, you dear, splendid p’liceman!”</p> + +<p>“Well, you can. You can remember that a young one’s +place is at home, not in the middle of the street. There, that will do. +Be off with you and never cut up such a caper again, long’s you +live. It would have been ‘all day’ with you, if I hadn’t +been just where I was, and two accidents within five minutes is +more’n I bargain for. Be off!”</p> + +<p>Releasing his hand, he returned to his task among the wagons but +carried with him a pleasant memory of a smile that was so grateful and +so gay; while Glory, subdued by what she had gone through, slowly +resumed her search for her missing grandfather. Away down to the South +ferry she paced, looking and listening everywhere. Then back again on +the other side of the long street till she had reached the point +nearest to Elbow Lane and still no sign of a blue-coated old man or a +little dog with a stub of a tail and but one good ear.</p> + +<p>“Well, it’s nigh night now, an’ he’ll be +comin’ home. Most the folks what gives him pennies or buys his +frames has left Broadway so I might as well go myself. Come to think, I +guess I better not tell grandpa ’bout that poor hurted man. Might +make him ’fraid to go round himself with nobody ’cept Bo’sn to take +care of him an’ him a dog. An’ oh, dear! Whatever shall I +do for sewin’ things, now I didn’t get no goober money? +Well, anyway, there’s that nickel o’ Jane’s will buy +a chop for his supper an’ I best hurry get it ready. He’s +always so terrible hungry when he comes off his ‘beat.’ An’ +me–why, I b’lieve I hain’t eat a thing to-day, save my +breakfast porridge an’ Jane’s banana, an’ two er +three goobers. Never mind, likely grandpa’ll bring in +somethin’ an’ I can eat to-morrow.”</p> + +<p>Back to the littlest house she ran, singing to forget her appetite, +and whisked out the key of the tiny door from its hiding-place beneath +the worn threshold, yet wondering a little that grandpa should not +already have arrived.</p> + +<p>“Never mind, I’ll have everything done ’fore. Then when +he does get here all he’ll have to do’ll be to eat +an’ go to bed,” she said to herself. Glory was such a +little chatterbox that when she had no other listener she made one of +herself.</p> + +<p>The corner-grocer was just taking his own supper of bread and +herrings on the rear end of his small counter when she entered, +demanding, “The very best an’ biggest chop you’ve got +for a nickel, Mister Grocer; or if you could make it a four-center +an’ leave me a cent’s worth o’ bread to go along it, +’t would be tastier for grandpa.”</p> + +<p>“Sure enough, queeny, sure enough. ’Pears like I brought +myself fortune when I give you that pint o’ milk. I’ve had +a reg’lar string o’ customers sence, I have. An’ here, what +you lookin’ so sharp at that one chop for? Didn’t you know +I was goin’ to make it two, an’ loaf +accordin’?”</p> + +<p>Glory swallowed fast. This was almost too tempting for resistance, +but she had been trained to a horror of debt and had resolved upon that +slight one, earlier in the day, only because she could not see her +grandfather distressed. Her own distress―Huh! That was an +indifferent matter.</p> + +<p>The corner groceries of the poor are also their meat markets, +bakeries, and dairies, and there was so much in the crowded little shop +that was alluring that the child forced herself to look diligently out +of the door into the alley lest she should be untrue to her training. +In a brief time the shopman called, “All ready, Take-a-Stitch! +Here’s your parcel.”</p> + +<p>Glory faced about and gasped. That was such a very big parcel toward +which he pointed that she felt he had made a mistake and so reminded +him, “Guess that ain’t mine, that ain’t. One chop +an’ a small roll ’twas. That must be Mis’ +Dodd’s, ’cause she’s got nine mouths to feed, savin’ +Nick’s ’at he feeds himself.”</p> + +<p>“Not so, neighbor. It’s yourn. The hull o’ it. +They’s only a loaf, a trifle stale–one them three-centers, +kind of mouldy on the corners where’t can be cut +off–an’ two the finest chops you ever set your little white +teeth into. They’re all yourn.”</p> + +<p>The grocer enjoyed doing this kindness as heartily as she enjoyed +receiving it, although he was so thrifty that he made his own meal from +equally stale bread and some unsalable dried fish. But, after a +momentary rapture at the prospect of such delicious food, Glory’s +too active conscience interfered, making her say, with a regret almost +beyond expression, “I mustn’t, I mustn’t. Grandpa +wouldn’t like it, ’cause he says ‘always pay’s you go or +else don’t go,’ an’ that nickel’s all +I’ve got.”</p> + +<p>“No, ’tisn’t. Not by a reckonin’. You’ve got +the nimblest pair o’ hands I know an’ I’ve got the +shabbiest coat. I’m fair ashamed to wear it to market, yet I +ain’t a man ’shamed of trifles. If you’ll put them hands of +yourn and that coat o’ mine together, I’d be like to credit +you a quarter, an’ you find the patches.”</p> + +<p>“A quarter! A hull, endurin’ quarter of a dollar! You +darlin’ old grocer-man. ’Course I will, only I–I’m +nigh out o’ thread, but I’ve got a power o’ patches. +I’ve picked ’em out the ash-boxes an’ washed +’em beautiful. An’ they’re hung right on our own +ceiling in the cutest little bundle ever was–an’–I +love you, I love you; Give me the coat, quick, right now, so’s I +can run an’ patch it, an’ you see if I don’t do the +best job ever!”</p> + +<p>“Out of thread, be you? Well, here, take this fine spool +o’ black linen an’ a needle to fit. A workman has to have +his tools, don’t he? I couldn’t keep store if I +didn’t have things to sell, could I? Now, be off with you, +an’ my good word to the cap’n.”</p> + +<p>There wasn’t a happier child in all the great city than little +Take-a-Stitch as she fairly flew homeward to prepare the most delicious +supper there had been in the littlest house for many a day. Down came +the tiny gas stove from its shelf, out popped a small frying pan from +some hidden cubby and into it went a dash of salt and the two big +chops. Oh, how delightful was their odor, and how Glory’s mouth +did water at thought of tasting! But that was not to be till grandpa +came. She hoped that would be at once, before they cooled; for the +burning of gas, their only fuel, was managed with strictest economy. It +would seem a wasteful sin to light the stove again to reheat the chops, +as she would have to do if the captain was not on hand soon.</p> + +<p>Alas! they were cooked to the utmost limit of that brown crispness +which the seaman liked, and poor Glory had turned faint at the delayed +enjoyment of her own supper, when she felt she must turn out the blaze +or ruin all. Covering the pan to keep its contents hot as long as might +be, she sat down on the threshold to wait; and, presently, was +asleep.</p> + +<p>It had grown quite dark before the touch of a cold wet nose upon the +palm of her hand aroused her, and there was Bo’sn, rubbing his side +against her knee and uttering a dismal sort of sound that was neither +bark nor howl, but a cross between both and full of painful +meaning.</p> + +<p>“Bo’sn! You? Then grandpa–oh, grandpa, darlin’, +darlin’, why didn’t you wake me? I’ve got the nicest +supper―Smell?”</p> + +<p>With that she sprang up and darted within, over the few feet of +space there was, but nobody was in sight; then out again, to call the +captain from some spot where he had doubtless paused to exchange a bit +of neighborly gossip. To him the night was the same as the day, the +child remembered, and though it wasn’t often he overstayed his +regular hour, or forgot his meal-time, he might have done so now. Oh, +yes, he might easily have done so, she assured herself. But why should +Bo’sn forsake his master and come home alone? He had never done that +before, never. And why, oh, why, did he make that strange wailing +noise? He frightened her and must stop it.</p> + +<p>“Quiet, boy, quiet!” she ordered, clasping the +animal’s head so that he was forced to look up into her face. +“Quiet, and tell me–where is grandpa? Where did you leave +grandpa?”</p> + +<p>Of course, he could not answer, save by ceasing to whine and by +gazing at her with his loving brown eyes as if they must tell for him +that which he had seen.</p> + +<p>Then, seized by an overwhelming anxiety, which she would not permit +herself to put into a definite fear, she shook the dog impatiently and +started down the Lane. It was full of shadows now, which the one gas +street lamp deepened rather than dispersed, and she did not see a woman +approaching until she had run against her. Then she looked up and +exclaimed, “Oh, Posy Jane! You just gettin’ home? Have you +seen my grandpa?”</p> + +<p>“The cap’n? Bless you, child, how should I, seein’ he +don’t sing on the bridge. Ain’t he come in yet?”</p> + +<p>“No, and oh, Jane, dear Jane, I’m afraid somethin’ +’s happened to him. He never, never stayed away so late before +an’ Bo’sn came alone. What s’pose?”</p> + +<p>The flower-seller had slipped an arm about the child’s +shoulders and felt them trembling, and though an instant alarm had +filled her own heart, she made light of the matter to give her favorite +comfort.</p> + +<p>“What do I s’pose? Well, then, I s’pose he’s +stayin’ away lest them rich folks what runs the ‘Harbor’ +comes again an’ catches him unbeknownst. Don’t you go fret, +honey. Had your supper?”</p> + +<p>“No, Jane, an’ it’s such a splendid one. That +lovely grocer man―”</p> + +<p>“Ugh!” interrupted the woman, with a derisive shrug of +her shoulders. “You’re the beatin’est child for +seein’ handsomeness where ’tain’t.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, I ’member you don’t like him much, ’cause onct he +give short measure o’ flour, or somethin’, but he is good +an’ I didn’t mean purty, an’ just listen!”</p> + +<p>Jane did listen intently to the story of the grocer’s unusual +generosity, and she hearkened, also, for the sound of a familiar, +hesitating footstep and the thump of a heavy cane, such as would reveal +the captain’s approach long before he might be seen, but the Lane +was very silent. It was later than Glory suspected and almost all the +toilers were in their beds. It was late, even for the flower-seller, +who had been up-town to visit an ailing friend and had tarried there +for supper.</p> + +<p>Jane had always felt it dangerous for a blind man, like the old +seaman, to go about the city, attended only by a dog, but she knew, +too, that necessity has no choice. The Becks must live and only by +their united industry had they been able to keep even their tiny roof +over their heads thus far. If harm had come to him–what would +become of Glory? Well, time enough to think of that when the harm had +really happened. The present fact was that the little girl was +famishing with hunger yet had a fine supper awaiting her. She must be +made to eat it without further delay.</p> + +<p>“Come, deary, we’ll step along an’ you eat your +own chop, savin’ hisn till he sees fit to come get it. A man ’at +has sailed the ocean hitherty-yender, like Cap’n Simon Beck has, +ain’t likely to get lost in the town where he was born an’ +raised. Reckon some them other old crony cap’ns o’ hisn has met +an’ invited him to eat along o’ them. That Cap’n Gray, +maybe, or somebody. First you know, we’ll hear him stumpin’ +down the Lane, singin’ ‘A life on the ocean wa-a-ave,’ fit +to rouse the entire neighborhood. You eat your supper an’ go to +bed, where children ought to be long ’fore this time.”</p> + +<p>Posy Jane’s tone was so confident and cheerful that Glory +forgot her anxiety and remembered only that chop which was awaiting +her. The pair hurried back to the littlest house which the +flower-seller seemed entirely to fill with her big person, but she +managed to get about sufficiently to relight the little stove, place +Glory in her own farthest corner, and afterward watch the child enjoy +her greatly needed food.</p> + +<p>When Glory had finished, she grew still more happy, for physical +comfort was added to that of her friend’s words; nor did +Jane’s kindness stop there. She herself carefully covered the pan +with the captain’s portion in it, and bade Glory undress and +climb into her little hammock that swung from the side of the room +opposite the seaman’s. This she also let down and put into it the +pillow and blanket.</p> + +<p>“So he can go right straight to sleep himself without +botherin’ you, honey. Come, Bo’sn, you’ve polished that +bone till it shines an’ you quit. Lie right down on the +door-sill, doggie, an’ watch ’at nobody takes a thing out the +place, though I don’t know who would, that belongs to the Lane, +sure enough. But a stranger might happen by an’ see +somethin’ temptin’ ’mongst the cap’n’s belongings. +An’ so good-night to you, little Take-a-Stitch, an’ +pleasant dreams.”</p> + +<p>Then Posy Jane, having done all she could for the child she loved +betook herself to her room in Meg-Laundress’s small tenement, +though she would gladly have watched in the littlest house for the +return of its master, a return which she continually felt was more and +more doubtful. And Glory slept peacefully the whole night through. Nor +did Bo’sn’s own uneasy slumbers disturb her once. Not till it was +broad daylight and much later than her accustomed hour for waking, did +she open her eyes and glance across to that other hammock where should +have rested a dear gray head.</p> + +<p>It was still empty, and the fact banished all her drowsiness. With a +bound she was on her feet and at the door, looking out, all up and down +the Lane. Alas! He was nowhere in sight and, turning back into the tiny +room, she saw his supper still untasted in the pan where Jane had left +it. Then with a terrible conviction, which turned her faint, she +dropped down on the floor beside Bo’sn, who was dolefully whining +again, and hugged him to her breast, crying bitterly, “They have +got him! They have got him! He’ll never come again!”</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<div style='margin:5px auto 5px 0; text-align:left;'> +<img alt='chhdr' src='images/chap6.jpg' /> +</div> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<h2><a id='link_6'></a>CHAPTER VI<br /><span class='h2fs'>The Beginning of the Search</span></h2> + +<p>“O Bo’sn, Bo’sn! Where did you leave him? You never left him +before–never, not once! Oh, if you could only talk!” cried +poor Glory, at last lifting her head and releasing the dog whom she had +hugged till he choked.</p> + +<p>His brown eyes looked back into her own pleading ones as if he, too, +longed for the gift of speech and he licked her cheek as if he would +comfort her. Then he threw back his own head, howled dismally, and +dejectedly curled himself down beneath the captain’s hammock.</p> + +<p>Little Take-a-Stitch pondered a moment what she had best do in order +to find her grandfather and, having decided, made haste to dress. The +cold water from the spigot in the corner refreshed her and seemed to +clear her thoughts, but she did not stop to eat anything, though she +offered a crust of the dry loaf to the dog. He, also, refused the food +and the little girl understood why. Patting him on the head she +exclaimed:</p> + +<p>“We both of us can’t eat till he comes, can we, Bo’sn +dear? Well, smart doggie, put on your sharpest smeller an’ help +to track him whichever way he went. You smell an’ I’ll +look, an’ ’twixt us we’ll hunt him quick’s-a-wink. +Goin’ to find grandpa, Bo’sn Beck! Come along an’ find +grandpa!”</p> + +<p>Up sprang the terrier, all his dejection gone, and leaped and barked +as joyfully as if he fully understood what she had said. Then, waiting +just long enough to lock the tiny door and hide the key in its +accustomed place, so that if the captain came home before she did he +could let himself in, she started down the Lane, running at highest +speed with Bo’sn keeping pace. So running, she passed the basement +window where Meg-Laundress was rubbing away at her tub full of clothes +and tossed that good woman a merry kiss.</p> + +<p>“Guess the old cap’n’s back, ’less Glory never ’d +look that gay,” thought Meg, and promptly reported her thought to +Posy Jane who was just setting out for her day’s business. She +was already over-late and was glad to accept Meg’s statement as +fact and thus save the time it would have taken to visit the littlest +house and learn there how matters really stood. It thus happened that +neither of Glory’s best friends knew the truth of the case nor +that the child had set off on a hopeless quest, without food or money +or anything save her own strong love and will to help her.</p> + +<p>“But we’re goin’ to find grandpa, Bo’sn, an’ +we don’t mind a thing else. Don’t take so very long to get +to that old ‘Harbor,’ an’ maybe he might have a bite +o’ somethin’ saved up ’at he could give us, though we +don’t neither of us want to eat ’fore we get him back, do we, +doggie?” cried the child as they sped along and trying not to +notice that empty feeling in her stomach.</p> + +<p>But they had gone no further than the end of the Lane before they +collided with Nick, the parson, just entering it. He had finished his +morning’s sale of papers and was feeling hungry for his own +breakfast and, as Take-a-Stitch ran against him, demanded rather +angrily, “What you mean, Goober Glory, knockin’ a feller +down that way?”</p> + +<p>“O Nick! Have you seen grandpa?”</p> + +<p>“Seen the cap’n? How should I? Ain’t this his time +o’ workin’ on his frames?”</p> + +<p>Glory swiftly told her trouble and Nick’s face clouded in +sympathy. Finally he suggested, “They was a old blind feller got +run over on Broadway yest’day. Likely ’twas him an’ +that’s why. ’Twas in the paper all right, ’cause I heard a man +say how’t somethin’ must be done to stop such accidentses. +Didn’t hear no name but, ’course, ’twas the cap’n. Posy +Jane always thought he’d get killed, runnin’ round loose, +like he did, without nobody but a dog takin’ care.”</p> + +<p>Glory had clutched Nick’s shoulder and was now shaking him +with what little strength seemed left to her after hearing his dreadful +words. As soon as she could recover from that queer feeling in her +throat, and was able to speak, she indignantly denied the possibility +of this terrible thing being true.</p> + +<p>“’Tis no such thing, Nick Dodd, an’ you know it! Wasn’t I +there, right alongside, when’t happened? Wasn’t I +a-listenin’ to them very chimes a-ringin’ what he listens +to every time he gets a chanst? Don’t you s’pose I’d know +my own grandpa when I saw him? Huh!”</p> + +<p><i>“Did</i>–you see him, Glory Beck? How’d come +them amberlance fellers let a kid like you get nigh enough to see a +thing? Hey?”</p> + +<p>Glory gasped as the remembrance came that she had not really seen +the injured man but that the slight glimpse of his clothing and his +white hair had been, indeed, very like her grandfather’s. Still, +this awful thing could not, should not be true! Better far that dreaded +place, Snug Harbor, where, at least, he would be alive and well cared +for.</p> + +<p>“Oh, I got nigh. I got nigh enough to get knocked down my own +self, an’ be picked up by one them ‘finest’ p’licemens, +what marches on Broadway. He shook me fit to beat an’ set me on +the sidewalk an’ scolded me hard, but I didn’t care, ’cause +I was so glad to keep alive an’ not be tooken off to a hospital, +like that old man was. Huh! You needn’t go thinkin’ nor +sayin’ that was Grandpa Simon Beck, ’cause I know better. I +shan’t have it that ’twas, so there.”</p> + +<p>Glory’s argument but half-convinced herself and only +strengthened Nick’s opinion. However, his own mind was troubled. +He felt very guilty for having guided Miss Bonnicastle to the littlest +house, and the quarter-dollar earned by that treacherous deed seemed to +burn through his pocket into his very flesh. Besides that coin, he had +others in store, having had a successful morning, and the feeling of +his affluence added to another feeling slowly awakening within him. +This struggling emotion may have been generosity and it may have been +remorse. Whatever it was, it prompted him to say, “Look-a-here, +Glory, I’ll help ye. I’ve got to go get somethin’ +t’eat, first off. Then, listen, you hain’t got no money, have +ye?”</p> + +<p>“What o’ that? I’ve got eyes, an’ I’ve +got Bo’sn. I’m goin’ to the ferry an’ I’m +goin’ tell the ferry man just how ’tis. That I must–I +must be let go over to that Staten Island on that boat, whether or no. +Me an’ a dog won’t take up much room, an’, if he +won’t let me, I’ll wait round till I get some sort o’ +job an’ earn the money to pay. You needn’t think, Nick +Parson, that a teeny thing like a few centses will keep me from +grandpa. I’d go to Toni an’ ask him only–only–I +don’t know a thing what come o’ that fifty-five cents the +lady paid for the goobers, an’ so I s’pose he’d be mad +an’ wouldn’t trust me. Besides, grandpa always said to ‘Pay +as you go,’ an’ now I seem–I seem–to want to do +what he told more’n ever. O Nick Dodd! What if–what +if–he shouldn’t never–never +come–no–more!”</p> + +<p>Poor Glory’s courage gave way at last and, without ado, she +flung herself upon Nick as she had done upon Bo’sn and clung to him as +chokingly.</p> + +<p>“Now, this is a purty fix, now ain’t it?” thought +the victim of her embrace, casting a wary eye up and down the Lane, +lest any mate should see and gibe at him, and call him a +“softy.” Besides, for Glory to become sentimental–if +this was sentiment–was as novel as for him to be generous. So, to +relieve the situation, the newsboy put these two new things together +and wrenched himself free, saying, “Quit it, Glory Beck! I got to +breathe same’s another, ain’t I? You look a-here. See that +cash? Well, I’ll tell ye, I’ll go fetch my grub―Had +any yerself, Glory Beck?”</p> + +<p>The question was spoken like an accusation and Glory resented it, +answering quickly, “I don’t know as that’s +anythin’ to you, Nick Parson!”</p> + +<p>“’Course. But I’ll fetch enough fer two an’ +I’ll tell ye, I’ll go to that ‘Snug Harbor’ my own +self, a payin’ my own way, I will. I can afford it an’ you +can’t. If so be the cap’n ’s there, I’ll fetch him +out lickety-cut. If he ain’t, why then, ’twas him was +killed. See?”</p> + +<p>“No, I don’t see. Maybe they wouldn’t let a boy +in, anyhow.”</p> + +<p>“Pooh! They’re sure to. Ain’t I on the papers? +Don’t newsboys go anywhere they want, same’s other press +folks? Hey?”</p> + +<p>Glory admitted that they did. She had often seen them jumping on and +off of street cars at the risk of their lives and without hindrance +from the officials. Also, the lad’s offer to share his breakfast +with her was too tempting to be declined. As he hurried away toward his +poor home, she sat down on the threshold of the warehouse before which +they had talked to wait, calling after him, “Don’t forget a +bite for Bo’sn, Nick!”</p> + +<p>“All right!” he returned, and disappeared within his own +cellar doorway.</p> + +<p>Already Glory’s heart was happier. She would not allow herself +to think it possible that her grandfather was hurt, and Nick’s +willingness to help was a comfort. Maybe he would even take her with +him, though she doubted it. However, she put the question to him as he +reappeared with some old scraps in a torn newspaper, but while they +were enjoying these as best they could and sharing the food with Bo’sn, +Nick unfolded a better plan.</p> + +<p>“Ye see, Take-a-Stitch, it’s this way–no use +wastin’ eight cents on a old ferry when four’ll do. You +look all over Broadway again. Then, if he ain’t anywheres ’round +there, go straight to them other crony captains o’ hisn an’ +see. Bein’s he can’t tell difference ’twixt night an’ +day, how’d he know when to come back to the Lane, +anyway?”</p> + +<p>“He always come ’fore,” answered Glory, sorrowfully.</p> + +<p>It was a new thing for Nick to take the lead in anything which +concerned the little girl, who was the recognized leader of all the +Lane children, and it made him both proud and more generous. Yielding +to a wild impulse that now seized him, with a gesture of patronage, he +drew from his pocket Miss Bonnicastle’s quarter and dropped it in +Glory’s lap.</p> + +<p>She stared at it, then almost gasped the question, +“What–what’s it for, Nick Dodd?”</p> + +<p>“Fer–you!” cried the boy. He might have added that +it was “conscience money,” and that the unpleasant burning +in his pocket had entirely ceased the instant he had rid himself of the +ill-gotten coin, because at the time he had guided Miss Laura to the +littlest house he had not tarried to learn how fruitless her visit was; +else he might have felt less like a traitor. As it was, he tossed his +head and answered loftily, “Don’t do fer girls to go +trav’lin’ round ’ithout cash. You ain’t workin’ +to-day an’–an’ ye may need it. Newspaper +men–well, we can scrape along ’most anyhow. Hello, here’s +Buttons!”</p> + +<p>A cheery whistle announced the arrival of the third member of this +intimate trio, and presently Billy came in sight around the Elbow, his +freckled face as gay as the morning despite the facts that he still +carried some unsold papers under his arm and that he had just emerged +from a street fight, rather the worse for that event.</p> + +<p>Glory’s fastidiousness was shocked, and, forgetting her own +trouble in disgust at his carelessness, she exclaimed, “You bad +Billy Buttons! There you’ve gone lost two more your buttons what +I sewed with my strongest thread this very last day ever was! An’ +your jacket―What you been doin’ with yourself, Billy +Buttons?”</p> + +<p>The newcomer seated himself between his friends, though in so doing +he crowded Nick from the door-sill to the sidewalk, and composedly +helped himself to what was left of their scanty breakfast. Better than +nothing he found it and answered, as he ate, Glory’s repeated +inquiry, “What doin’? Why, scrappin’, ’course. Say, +parson, you hear me? They’s a new feller come on our beat +an’ you chuck him, soon’s ye see him. I jest punched him to +beat, but owe him ’nother, ’long o’ this tear. Sew it, +Take-a-Stitch?”</p> + +<p>“Can’t, Billy. I’ve got to hunt grandpa. Oh, +Billy, Billy, he hain’t never come home!”</p> + +<p>The newsboy paused in the munching of a crust and whistled, but this +time in dismay rather than good cheer. Then he demanded, “What ye +givin’ us?”</p> + +<p>The others explained, both talking at once, though Master Buttons +soon silenced his partner in trade that he might better hear the +girl’s own story. When she had finished, and now with a fresh +burst of tears, he whistled again; then ordered:</p> + +<p>“Quit snivelin’, Glory Beck! A man ain’t dead till +he dies, is he? More’n likely ’twas the old cap’n got hurt +but that ain’t nothin’. Why, them hospitals is all chuck +full o’ smash-up folks, an’ it’s jest meat fer them +doctor-fellers to mend ’em again. He ain’t dead, an’ +don’t you believe it; but dead or alive we’ll find him +’fore dark.</p> + +<p>“Fer onct,” continued Billy, “the parson’s +showed some sense. He might’s well do the ‘Harbor,’ ’cause +that’s only one place an’ he can’t blunder +much–seems if. You take the streets, same’s he said; and +I–if you’ll put a needle an’ thread through me, +bime-by, after he’s found, I’ll go find him an’ call +it square. I’ll begin to the lowest down end the city hospitals +they is an’ I’ll interview ’em, one by one, clean up +to the Bronx. If Cap’n Beck is in any one, I’ll fetch him out, +judge, an’ don’t you forget it.”</p> + +<p>This division of the search pleased Glory and, springing up, the +trio separated at once, nor did they meet again till nightfall. Alas! +when reassembled then in the littlest house none had good news to +tell.</p> + +<p>“They ain’t been no new old cap’ns tooken in to that +‘Harbor’ this hull week. Th’ sailor what keeps the gate +said so an’ was real decent. Said he’d heard o’ Cap’n +Beck, he had, an’ if he’d a-come he’d a-knowed. Told +me better call ag’in, might get there yet, an’ I’ll +go,” reported Nick, putting a cheerful tone into his words for +pity of Glory’s downcast face.</p> + +<p>“Didn’t do a quarter th’ hospitals they is, but he +ain’t in none them I have,” said Billy. “But +I’ll tell ye. They’s a man on our force reports all the +accidentses an’ I’ll see him to-night, when I go for my +papers, an’ get him to hunt, too. He’s worth while +an’ me an’ him’s sort o’ pardners. I give him +p’ints an’ he ’lows I’ll be a reporter myself, when +I’m bigger. An’ say, I sold a pape’ to a man +couldn’t stop fer change an’ I’ve got three +cream-puffs in this bag. That’s fer our suppers, an’ me +an’ Nick’s goin’ to stay right here all night +an’ take care of ye, Take-a-Stitch, an’ leave the door +open, so cap’n can come straight in if he happens ’long ’fore +mornin’.”</p> + +<p>“An’ I’ve been to every single place he ever sung +at, every single. An’ to all the captains, +an’–an’–every, everywhere! An’ he +ain’t! But I will find him. I <span +style='font-variant:small-caps'>will!”</span> cried Glory, +resolutely. “An’ you’re dear, dear darlin’ boys +to help me so, an’ I love you, I love you!”</p> + +<p>“All right, but needn’t bother to hug me!” +protested Buttons.</p> + +<p>“Ner me!” cried Nick, retreating as far from the +grateful child as the limited space would permit. “An’ now +choose corners. This is mine.”</p> + +<p>Down he dropped in the inner point of the triangular floor and +almost before his head had made itself a pillow of his arm he was sound +asleep. Billy flung himself beside his mate and, also, slept; and +though Glory intended to keep her eyes wide open “till grandpa +comes,” she placed herself near them and rested her own tired +head on Billy’s shoulder, and, presently, followed their +example.</p> + +<p>Half an hour later, the Lane policeman sauntered by, glanced into +the dim interior, and saw the group of indistinct forms huddled +together in dreamless slumber on their bed of bare boards. Then he +softly closed the door upon them, murmuring in pity, “Poor little +chummies! Life’s goin’ to be as hard for ’em as the +floor they lie on. But the Lane’d seem darker ’n ’tis if +they wasn’t in it.”</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<div style='margin:5px auto 5px 0; text-align:left;'> +<img alt='chhdr' src='images/chap7.jpg' /> +</div> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<h2><a id='link_7'></a>CHAPTER VII<br /><span class='h2fs'>A Guardian Angel</span></h2> + +<p>City newsboys are early astir, and the shadows had but begun to lift +themselves from Elbow Lane when Billy punched Nick in the ribs to rouse +him and, with finger on lip, pointed to Glory still asleep.</p> + +<p>The very poor pity the poor, and with a chivalric kindness which +would have done credit to better reared lads, these two waifs of the +streets stole softly from the littlest house without waking its small +mistress.</p> + +<p>When they were out upon the sidewalk, Billy shook his head and +whispered, as if even there he might disturb her, “Poor little +kid! He ain’t never comin’ back, sure! An’ me +an’ you ’s got the job o’ lookin’ after her, +same ’s he’d a liked. He was good to me, the cap’n was. +An’ I’m thinkin’ Meg-Laundress’s ’ll be +the best place to stow her. Hey?”</p> + +<p>“Meg can’t. She’s chuck full. They ain’t a +corner o’ her room but what’s slep’ in, an’ you +know it,” responded Nick, hitching his buttonless knickers a +trifle higher beneath the string-waistband which kept them in +place.</p> + +<p>“Where then, pard?”</p> + +<p>Nick hesitated. On the day before he had developed a generosity +which had surprised himself quite as much as it had Glory; but, if +allowed room, generosity is a plant of rapid growth, so that now the +once niggardly boy was ready with a plan that was even more +astonishing. His thin face flushed and he pretended to pick a sliver +from his foot as he answered:</p> + +<p>“Let’s me an’ you hire the littles’ house +an’ pay the rent ourselves an’ Goober Glory do our +cookin’ an’ sewin’ +an’–an’–quit yer foolin’, Billy Buttons! +This ain’t no make-b’lieve, this ain’t. I plumb mean +it.”</p> + +<p>For, the instant of its suggestion, this wild scheme had sent the +partner of Nick Dodd’s fortunes to turning somersaults which +would have befitted an acrobat. To put his head where his feet should +be was Billy’s only way of relieving his emotion and he brought +his gymnastics to an end, some distance down the Lane, by assuming a +military uprightness and bowing profoundly to Nick, who joined him.</p> + +<p>“That’s the ticket, pard! We’ll do it! We’ll +do it! Wish to goodness I’d been the one to hatch it out, but +does ye proud, parson. An’ how ’bout it? S’pose we two +could sleep in his hammick?” asked Billy, his eagerness already +outstripping Nick’s, as his liberality had always been +greater.</p> + +<p>Nick shook his head. Launched upon a course of reckless +extravagance, he now hesitated at nothing.</p> + +<p>“Nope. Nothin’. What’s the matter buyin’ +’nother? An’, say, we can sling ’em one top th’ +other, like them berths in a sleepin’ car, an’ take turns +which ’d be upper, which lower. ’Fore winter we’d get in a +blanket an’ piller, though wouldn’t care much for +’em, in such a snug place, an’―”</p> + +<p>“An’,” interrupted Billy, “we’d go +snooks on the grub. Glory’d do her part chuckin’ in, ’sides +the housekeep. My! ’Twould be a home, a reg’lar home, ’at I +hain’t never had! Cracky! I–I ’most hope he never does come +now, though fer Take-a-Stitch–maybe―”</p> + +<p>“He won’t never. Don’t ye scare on it, never. Say! +Let’s hurry through our sellin’ an’ get it fixed. +An’ we’re late, a’ready.”</p> + +<p>“All right!” and with visions of a delightful +importance, that made them feel as if they were grown men, the little +fellows scampered away through the morning twilight to obtain their +day’s supply of newspapers, still damp from the press, for they +had long ago learned that ’tis the early newsboy who catches the +nickels and of these they must now have many. Neither realized that a +property owner, even of a “littlest house,” would not be +apt to trust it to a pair of youngsters like themselves, though to +their credit it was that had their dream become reality, they would +have done their utmost to follow the example of the former tenant to +“pay as you go.”</p> + +<p>They had long been shrilling themselves hoarse with their cries of +“Sun’ ’Eral’Jour’Wor–rul’! Pape’s!” +before Glory woke and found herself alone. By the light in the room and +the hunger she felt, she knew that it must again be very late; and a +feeling that her grandfather would be displeased with her indolence +sent her to her feet with such speed that she awoke Bo’sn, till then +slumbering soundly.</p> + +<p>Bo’sn was no longer young and, stiff from an all day’s +tramp–for he had faithfully followed the little girl’s +tireless search of yesterday–he rose slowly and stretched himself +painfully, with a growl at his own aching joints. Then he sniffed +suspiciously at the floor where the newsboys had slept and, nosing his +master’s hammock, howled dismally.</p> + +<p>Having slept without undressing, Glory’s toilet was soon made +and though a dash of cold water banished drowsiness from her eyes it +made them see more clearly how empty and desolate the “littlest +house” had now become, so desolate that she could not stay in it +and running to Meg-Laundress’s crowded apartment, she burst in, +demanding, “Has he come? Has anybody in the Lane seen my +grandpa?”</p> + +<p>Meg desisted from spanking the “baddest o’ them +twins” and set the small miscreant upon the sudsy floor before +she answered, cheerfully, “Not yet, honey. ’Tain’t scurce +time to be lookin’ fer him, I reckon. When them old sailors gets +swappin’ yarns needn’t―”</p> + +<p>“But, Meg dear, he ain’t at any one of their houses. +I’ve been to the hull lot–two er three times to each one, +a-yest’day–an’ he wasn’t. An’ they +think–I dastn’t think what they think! An’ I thought +maybe–he always liked you, Meg-Laundress, an’ said you done +his shirts to beat. Oh, Meg, Meg, what shall I do? Whatever shall I +do?”</p> + +<p>The warm-hearted washerwoman thrilled with pity for the forsaken +child yet she put on her most brilliant surface-smile and answered +promptly:</p> + +<p>“Do? Why, do jest what Jane an’ me laid out to have ye +do. An’ that is, eat a grand breakfast. We ain’t such old +friends o’ the cap’n’s an’ yet go let his folks +starve. Me an’ Jane, we done it together, an’ the +grocer-man threw in the rolls. There’s a cunnin’ little +piece o’ porterhouse’s ever ye see, an’ +’taties–biled to the queen’s taste with their brown jackets +on. Two of ’em, an’ no scantin’, nuther. No, you +small rapscallions, ye clear out! ’Tain’t none your breakfasts, +ye hear? It’s Goober Glory’s an’–you all, the +half-dozen on ye, best clear out way beyant th’ Elbow an’ +watch out fer the banan’ man! If he comes to the Lane, ma’s +got a good wash on hand, an’–<i>who knows?</i>”</p> + +<p>Away scampered Meg’s brood of children, assorted sizes, yet +one and all with a longing for “banan’ cheap!” and +sure that no amount of coaxing would give them a share in the savory +breakfast which the two toiling women had provided for Glory.</p> + +<p>Left comfortably free from crowding, Meg bustled about, removing +from the small oven the belated “steak an’ ’taties” +which had long been drying there. In this removal, she clumsily tilted +the boiler in which her “wash” was bubbling and flavored +the meal with a dash of soapsuds, but Glory was more hungry than +critical, and far more grateful than either. Smiles and tears both came +as she caught Meg’s wet hand and kissed it ecstatically, which +action brought a suspicious moisture to Meg’s own eyes and caused +her to exclaim, with playful reproof:</p> + +<p>“If you ain’t the beatin’est one fer huggin’ +an’ kissin’! Well, then, set to; an’ hear me tell: +this is what me an’ Jane has settled, how the very minute the +cap’n heaves in sight down the Lane, on I claps the very pattron +o’ that same stuff ye’re eatin’ for him, an’ +calls it breakfast, dinner, er supper, as the case is. When folks have +been off visitin’, like he has, they can’t ’spect to +find things ready to hand to their own houses, same’s if +they’d been round all the time. Now, eat, an’ ‘let your +victuals stop yer mouth’!”</p> + +<p>This was luxurious food for one accustomed to an oatmeal diet and +Glory heartily enjoyed it, although she wished she could have given it +to her grandfather instead, but she wasn’t one to borrow trouble +and relied upon Meg’s word that a similar repast should be +forthcoming when the seaman required it. She did not know that the very +odor of the food set the washerwoman’s own mouth to watering and +that she had to swallow fast and often, to convince herself that her +own breakfast of warmed-over coffee and second-hand rolls was wholly +sufficient. In any case, both she and Posy Jane had delighted in their +self-sacrifice for the little “Queen of the Lane,” in their +hearts believing that the child was now orphaned, indeed.</p> + +<p>It is amazing how, when one is extremely hungry, even two whole +potatoes will disappear, and very speedily Glory found that the cracked +plate from which she had eaten was entirely empty, but, also, that the +uncomfortable hunger had disappeared with its vanished contents. She +sprang up, ran to the spigot, washed and wiped the plate, and restored +it to its place on Meg’s scanty cupboard, then announced:</p> + +<p>“I shall tell my grandpa how good all you dear, dear folks has +been to me while he–he was off a-visitin’. An’ +he’ll do somethin’ nice for you, too, he will. My +grandfather says ‘giff-gaff makes good friends,’ an’ ‘one +kind turn ’serves another.’ He knows a lot, grandpa does; +an’ me an’ him both thanks you, Meg-Laundress–you +darlin’!”</p> + +<p>Away around the big neck of the woman at the tub went Glory’s +slender arms, and when the patient toiler released herself from this +inconvenient embrace, there was something besides soapsuds glistening +on her hot cheek.</p> + +<p>“Bless ye an’ save ye, honey sweetness, an’ may +yer guardian angel keep ye in close sight, the hull endurin’ +time!” cried the laundress, wiping her eyes with a wet towel to +disguise that other moisture which had gathered in them. +“An’ now, be off with ye to the little Eyetalian with the +high-soundin’ name. Sure, ’twas Nick, the parson, hisself, +what seen them fifty-five centses was in the right hands, an’ not +scattered by that power o’ young ones as was hangin’ round +when the lady give ’em.”</p> + +<p>“Did he take them? Oh, I’m so glad an’ it’s +queer he should ha’ forgot to tell me last night. Never mind, +though. I ain’t goin’ to peddle to-day. I shan’t +peddle no more till I find grandpa. I couldn’t. I couldn’t +holler even, worth listenin’. An’ who’d buy off a +girl what can’t holler?”</p> + +<p>“Hmm. I don’ know. Hollerin’s the life o’ +your trade, same’s rub-a-dub-dubbin’ ’s the life +o’ mine, er puttin’ the freshest flower to the front the +bunch is o’ Jane’s. But, land, ‘Queenie,’ you best +not wait fer the cap’n. Best keep a doin’, an’ onct +you’re at it again, the holler’ll come all right. Like +myself–jest let me stan’ up afore this here tub an’ +the wash begins to do itself, unbeknownst like. Don’t you idle. +Keep peddlin’ er patchin’, though peddlin’s the least +lonesome, an’ the time’ll fly like lightnin’. +It’s them ’at don’t do nothin’ ’at don’t know +what to do. Ain’t many them sort in the Lane, though, thank the +dear Lord. Hey? What?”</p> + +<p>For Glory still lingered in the doorway and her face showed that she +had no intention of following the laundress’s most sensible +advice. So when that loquacious woman paused so long that the little +girl “could get a word in edgewise,” she firmly stated:</p> + +<p>“No Meg, dear Meg, I shan’t peddle a single goober till +I’ve found my grandpa. Every minute of every hour I’m awake +I shall keep a-lookin’. He hain’t got nobody but me left +an’ I hain’t got nobody but him. What belongs, I mean. +’Course, they’s all you dear Lane folks an’ I love you, +every one. But me an’ him–I–I must, <i>must</i> find +him. I’m goin’ to start right away now, +an’–thank you, thank you an’ dear Posy +Jane–an’–good-bye!”</p> + +<p>This time it was Meg who caught the other in her arms and under +pretense of smoothing tumbled curls, hugged the child in motherly +yearning over her; then she gave her a very clean-smelling, sudsy kiss +and pushed her toward the door, crying rather huskily:</p> + +<p>“Well, run away now, any gate. If to peddlin’ +’twould be best; if to s’archin’ fer one old blind man in +this big Ne’ York what’s full of ’em as haymows +o’ needles, so be it, an’ good luck to ye. But what am I to +be preachin’ work an’ practicin’ play? Off with ye +an’ hender me no more!”</p> + +<p>So to the tune of a vigorous rub-a-dub-dub, Glory vanished from her +good friend’s sight, though the hearts of both would have ached +could they have foreseen how long delayed would be their next +meeting.</p> + +<p>Comforted and now wholly hopeful that her determined search would +have a speedy, happy ending, Take-a-Stitch hurried back to the littlest +house whose narrow door stood open to its widest, yet she paused on the +threshold, amazed, incredulous, not daring to enter and scarcely daring +to breathe, lest she disturb the wonderful vision which confronted +her.</p> + +<p>For the desolate home was no longer desolate. There was one within +who seemed to fill its dim interior with a radiance and beauty beyond +anything the child of the Lane had ever dreamed. Meg’s words and +wish returned to her and, clasping her hands, she cried in rapture, +“Oh! it’s come! My Guardian Angel!”</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<div style='margin:5px auto 5px 0; text-align:left;'> +<img alt='chhdr' src='images/chap8.jpg' /> +</div> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<h2><a id='link_8'></a>CHAPTER VIII<br /><span +class='h2fs'>With Bonny as Guide</span></h2> + +<p>Glory was truthful and loving, and her grandfather had taught her to +be clean, honest, and industrious, but, beyond this, she had had little +training. She knew that Meg-Laundress and Posy Jane both firmly +believed in “Guardian Angels” who hovered about human +beings to protect and prosper them. She had inferred that these +“Angels” were very beautiful but had never asked if they +were ever visible or, if so, what form they took.</p> + +<p>Glory felt now that she would never need to ask about the +“Angels” for the small creature before her answered all +these unspoken inquiries; a mite of a thing, in silken white, with +glistening golden curls and the roundest, loveliest of big blue eyes, +who sat on the floor smiling and gurgling in an unknown language, yet +gravely regarding Bo’sn who, firm upon his haunches, as gravely +regarded this astonishing intruder. The tiny visitor was so unlike any +crony captain or ragged newsboy that the dog was perplexed, yet as +evidently pleased, for his eyes were shining, his mouth +“laughing” and his stump of a tail doing its utmost to wag. +As Glory appeared in the doorway, he cast one welcoming glance over his +shoulder, then with the same intensity, returned to his contemplation +of the child.</p> + +<p>After all, it was not an “Angel” from a spiritual world, +but a wonderfully fair and winning little human being. From whence she +had come and why, she was too young to explain and Glory was too +delighted to care. Here she was, gay, shining, and wholly undisturbed, +and, as the little goober girl appeared, the baby lifted her face, +laughing, and lisping: “Bonny come!”</p> + +<p>“Angels” could use human speech then; and now her awe of +the visitant vanished and down went Take-a-Stitch beside Bo’sn and +clasped the little one close and kissed and caressed it to her +heart’s content, which meant much to Glory, because even grandpa +had objected to overmuch caressing, though this newcomer appeared to +take kissing as a matter of course and to like it.</p> + +<p>“Oh! you darlin’, darlin’, sweetest ‘Angel’! +Have you truly come to live with me?”</p> + +<p>“Bonny come!” answered the other, thrusting her tiny +hands into Glory’s own curls and pressing her dewy lips to +Glory’s cheek.</p> + +<p>“Oh, you precious, precious, sweetest, darlin’est one. Oh, +won’t grandpa be pleased! An’ you’ll +help–that’s what you come for, ain’t +it?–you’ll help to find him. Why, if you’re a truly +‘Angel,’ you know this minute ’t ever is just where to +search, an’ so ’twon’t be more’n a bit of a while +’fore me an’ you an’ him is all back here together in this +splendid littlest house, a ’livin’ in peace an’ dyin’ +in grease an’ bein’ buried under a pot o’ +taller,’ like Nick’s stories end; only I guess we’ll +do without the grease an’ taller, ’cause I hate dirt an’ +‘Angels’ do, ’course. Oh, let’s start right away! +Why–why–we might be home again, lickety-cut, if we did. +Shall we go to find grandpa, ‘Angel’?”</p> + +<p>The stranger toddled to her feet, Bo’sn watching the operation with +keenest interest, but once upon them, there ensued delay, for, whoever +this unknown might be, Glory herself was a very human little girl. She +could not keep her fingers from feeling and examining the exquisite +garments which clothed her visitor’s form, and at each fresh +discovery of daintiness, from the silken coat to the snowy shoes, her +exclamations of wonder and admiration grew more intense. Before she had +finished, she felt a reflex grandeur from her richly attired guest and +unconsciously gave her own scanty skirt an airy flirt, as if it had +suddenly become of proper length and color.</p> + +<p>Giving the “Angel” a fresh embrace, she clasped its pink +fingers and started to follow wherever it might lead, with Bo’sn close +behind.</p> + +<p>So intent was she upon her small “Guardian,” that she +did not observe a man entering the lane from the further end, else she +would have recognized him for the owner of the littlest house, come in +person to inspect his property and to learn if his rent would be +forthcoming when due; also, to prepare the captain for possible +removal, in case a certain deal, then in progress, should transfer the +three-cornered building to other hands and purposes.</p> + +<p>But the gentleman saw Glory and wondered how she had come to have in +charge, in such a neighborhood, a little child so unsuited to it. By +just the one minute’s time which would have brought him to the +littlest house ere Glory left it, she missed some further enlightenment +on the subject of “Guardian Angels,” and the sad news that +she had not only lost grandparent but home as well; for, seeing the +place open, at the mercy of any Elbow tramp who might enter and despoil +it, the landlord at once decided that, sale or no sale, he would get +rid of so careless a tenant. Crossing to the basement of Meg-Laundress, +he made some inquiries concerning the Becks and was told all which that +talkative woman knew or suspected.</p> + +<p>“An’ none of us in the Lane ever looks to see him back, +sir, an’ that’s the fact. But whatever’s to become +o’ his little girl, when she finds out, land knows,” she +concluded.</p> + +<p>“Oh, plenty of institutions to take in just such as she and +she’d be a deal better off than living from hand to mouth as she +has always done. The captain must have been a fine man once and so +far–so far–has had his rent money ready when it was due; +but I made it too small, a great deal too small. I was a fool for +sympathy and let my heart run away with my head.</p> + +<p>“Know anybody would take in the old man’s few traps and +take care of them till something develops?” continued the +landlord. “He is dead, of course. Must have been him was run over +that time; but they might sell for a trifle for the child’s +benefit. I wouldn’t mind having that time-keeping arrangement of +bells myself. Was really quite ingenious. I might as well take it, I +reckon, on account of loss of occupancy. Yes, I <i>will</i> take it. +And if he should return–but he won’t–you tell him, my +good woman, how it was and he can look to me to settle. Know anybody +has room for his things?”</p> + +<p>“No, I don’t. An’ if I did, I wouldn’t tell +ye,” answered Meg, testily, and as a relief to her indignation +cuffed her youngest born in lieu of him upon whom she wished she dared +bestow the correction.</p> + +<p>But the corner grocery-man was more obliging and better supplied +with accommodations for Captain Beck’s belongings. In truth, +seeing that the landlord was determined, whether or no, to remove them +from the littlest house, he felt that he must take them in and preserve +them from harm against their owner’s claiming them. He thought, +with Meg, that harm had certainly befallen the blind seaman and that +they would see him no more, but he also felt that Glory’s rights +should be protected to the utmost. With this idea in mind, he stoutly +objected to parting with the bell-timepiece, and even offered to make +up any arrears of rent which the other could rightly claim.</p> + +<p>“Oh! that’s all right,” said the landlord, +huffishly. “That can rest, but I wish you’d call a cart and +get the traps out now, while I’m here to superintend.”</p> + +<p>“I’m with you!” cried the grocer, with equal +spirit; and so fully fell in with the other’s wishes that, before +Glory had been an hour absent from the only home she could remember, it +had been emptied of its few, but well loved, furnishings and the key +had been turned upon its solitude. Thus ended, too, Nick’s brief +brilliant dream of household proprietorship.</p> + +<p>However, all this fresh trouble was unknown. Whither her +“Angel” led, she was to follow; and this proved to be in +wholly a different direction from that dark end of the Lane toward the +bridge.</p> + +<p>For a time the small, unconscious guide toddled along, making slow +progress toward the sound of a hand-organ which her ear had caught yet +which was still out of sight. Arrived, they joined the group of +children gathered about the grinder and his monkey, and created a +profound sensation among the gutter audience.</p> + +<p>“Where’d you get her? Whose she belongs?” demanded +one big girl who knew Glory and found this white-clad stranger more +interesting than even a monkey.</p> + +<p>“Belongs to me. She’s mine; she was sent,” +returned Take-a-Stitch, with an inimitable gesture of pride.</p> + +<p>“Huh! Talk’s cheap. Nobody sent silk-dressed young ones +to the Lane to be took care of, Glory Beck. I don’t care, though. +Keep her, if ye want to,” returned the offended questioner.</p> + +<p>“Sure I shall,” laughed Glory, gaily. “But +needn’t get mad, Nancy Smith. Maybe you can get one, too. +She’s my ‘Guardian Angel’ an’ her name’s +‘Bonny’; she said so. She don’t talk much, only that ‘Bonny +come.’ Did you know ‘Angels’ was so perfeckly lovely, +Nancy?”</p> + +<p>Clasping her hands, this proud proprietor of an “Angel” +smiled beatifically on all around. Even the organ-grinder came in for a +portion of that smile, though hitherto, Glory had rather disliked him +because she fancied him unkind to Jocko.</p> + +<p>This organ-grinder was Luigi Salvatore, brother to Tonio, and as +well known in that locality. His amazement at seeing the child in the +goober seller’s care caused him to stop grinding; whereupon the +music also stopped and the monkey left off holding his cap to the +children, begging their pennies, to hop upon his master’s +shoulder. From thence he grinned so maliciously that the +“Angel” was frightened and hid her face in Glory’s +skirt, whereupon that proud girl realized that “Angels,” if +young, were exactly like human young things and needed comforting. Many +an Elbow baby had learned to flee for help to Glory’s arms, and +now this stranger was lifted in them and clasped closer than any other +had ever been.</p> + +<p>“Oh, you sweetest, dearest Bonny Angel! Don’t you be +afraid. Glory’ll take care of ye. Don’t they have monkeys +where you lived, honey? S’pose not, less you’d ha’ knowed +they wouldn’t hurt. Well, now, on we go. Which way is to grandpa, +Bonny Angel?”</p> + +<p>The tiny face burrowing under Glory’s chin was partially +turned and the babyish hand pointed outward in a very imperative way. +Glory construed that she must travel in the direction indicated and, +also, that even “Angels” liked their commands to be +immediately obeyed. For when she lingered a moment to exchange +compliments with Nancy, on the subject of “stuck-up-ness” +and general “top-loftiness,” Miss Bonny brought these +amenities to a sudden close by a smart slap on Glory’s lips and a +lusty kick in the direction she wished to be carried.</p> + +<p>Fortunately, Take-a-Stitch had never thought how +“Angels” should behave, else she might have been +disappointed. As it was, the child at once became dearer and more her +girlish proprietor’s “very own” because in just this +manner might Meg’s youngest have kicked and slapped.</p> + +<p>“Huh! Call that a ‘Angel’ do ye, Glory Beck? ’Tis no +such thing. It’s only somebody’s baby what’s got +lost. Angels are folks what live in heaven, an’ they never kick +ner scratch ner ask to be carried. They don’t need. All they have +to do is to set still an’ sing an’ flap their wings. Huh! I +know.”</p> + +<p>Nancy spoke with the conviction of an eyewitness, and for a time her +playmate was silenced. Then, as Bonny had now grown quiet and gave her +an opportunity, Glory demanded:</p> + +<p>“How <i>can</i> you know? You hain’t never been there. +Nobody hasn’t. An’ you go ask Meg-Laundress. Good-bye. +Don’t be mad. I’ll be home bime-by, an’ Bonny Angel +with me. She’s come to stay. She belongs, same’s all of us. +She’s a reg’lar Elbower, ’now an’ forevermore,’ like +we say in the ring-game; an’ some time, maybe, if she wants, +I’ll let her ‘Guardian’ you somewhere. Now we’re off +to grandpa, but we’ll be back after a while. Good-bye. Maybe +Toni’ll let you peddle goobers in my place the rest the day. +Good-bye.”</p> + +<p>Bonny Angel, as she was from that time to be called by her new +friend, was again gurgling and smiling and gaily radiant; and for some +distance Glory sped along, equally radiant and wholly engrossed in +watching the little face so near her own. It was, indeed, perfect in +its infantile beauty and more than one passer-by paused to take a +second glance at this odd pair, so unlike, and yet so well content.</p> + +<p>After a short while, the aching of her arms made Glory realize that +even infant “Angels” may become intolerably heavy, when +clothed in healthy human form and carried indefinitely, so she set the +little one down on its own small feet, though they seemed too dainty to +rest upon the smirched stones of the pavement which just there was even +more begrimed than that of the Lane itself.</p> + +<p>Then she saw that they had halted beside a coal-yard in an +unfamiliar part of the city, but there were throngs of people hurrying +past them toward some point beyond, and though many observed, none +paused to address the children. Bonny was now rested and active and +merrily started in the same direction, across the gangplank to the +floor of a crowded ferry-boat. The ferry-men supposed them to belong to +some older passengers and let them pass unchallenged; nor did Bonny +Angel cease her resolute urging forward till they had come to the very +edge of the further deck and stood looking down into the river.</p> + +<p>Almost at once, the boat began to move and Glory was as delighted as +Bonny by the rush of the wind on her face and by the novel sights of +the water. After all, this search for grandpa was proving the +pleasantest of outings, for, though the goober-seller had often peddled +her nuts at the landings of other ferries, she had never before crossed +any. She gave the baby a fresh deluge of kisses, exclaiming, “Oh, +you dear knowin’ darlin’! He has gone this way an’ +you’re leadin’ me!”</p> + +<p>“Bonny come!” cried the “Angel,” with a +seraphic smile.</p> + +<p>Glory smiled back, all anxiety at rest. She was going to grandpa, +with this tiny “Guardian” an unerring guide. Why should one +fear aught while the sun shone so brightly, and over on the further +shore she could see trees waving and green terraces rising one above +the other? Surely, grandpa had done well to leave the dingy Lane for +such a beautiful place, and she was glad, yes, certainly she was glad +that she had come.</p> + +<p>But the boat trip came to an end all too soon, and, because they +were so near the landing side, they were crowded off the broad deck +before Glory was quite ready and, in the onrush of hurrying passengers, +Bonny Angel’s hand was wrested from her grasp.</p> + +<p>“Oh, take care there, my Angel! I mustn’t lose +her!” cried Take-a-Stitch, distraught at seeing her treasure +swept off her tiny feet in the crush.</p> + +<p>“In course you mustn’t, sissy!” cried a hearty, +kindly voice, as a timely deck-hand caught up the child and restored +her to Glory’s arms. “’Course not; though there’s +many a one would snap at such a beauty, if you give ’em a chance. +Tight-hold her, sissy, for such posies as her don’t grow on every +bush!”</p> + +<p>With that, the man in blue shirt and overalls not only gave Bonny a +besmirching pat on her snowy shoulder, but safely handed Glory herself +across the swaying plank to the quay beyond.</p> + +<p>There Bonny Angel composedly seated herself upon a pile of dirty +ropes and, rather than cross her desires, Glory also sat down. Both +were much interested in the scene about them, though +“Angel” soon forgot all else save Bo’sn who had followed, +and who lay at her feet to rest his nose on his tired paws while he +steadfastly gazed at this new charge. Already he seemed to have decided +in his canine mind that she was to be guided and guarded as he had +guided and guarded his lost master, and with an equal faithfulness.</p> + +<p>Soon the rush and bustle of the boat’s return trip gave way to +a corresponding quiet, and Goober Glory dreamily watched the wide deck, +where she had stood, slip back and back between the water-worn piles +out upon the murky river. The space between them widened and widened, +continually, till the boat lessened in size to a mere point and, +finally, became lost in the crowding craft of the Hudson’s mouth. +As she saw it disappear, a sudden homesickness seized her and, +springing to her feet, she stretched her arms longingly toward that +further side which held all that she had ever known and loved, and +cried aloud:</p> + +<p>“Oh, I want to go back! It’s there I belong, and he +isn’t here–I know he isn’t here!”</p> + +<p>Then she felt a small hand clutch her skirt and turned about to see +Bonny Angel’s face clouding with grief and her dainty under lip +beginning to quiver piteously. A world of reproach seemed to dwell in +her pleading, “Bonny come!” and Glory’s own +cheerfulness instantly returned. Lifting the child again, she poised +her on her own shoulder and started valiantly forward across the +ferry-slip and past the various stands of the small merchants which +lined the waiting-room walls. Thus elevated, Bonny Angel was just upon +a level with one tempting display of cakes and candies, and the sight +of them reminded her that it was time to eat. She took her arm from +Glory’s neck, to which she had clung, made an unexpected dash for +a heap of red confections, lost her balance, and fell head long in the +midst.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<div style='margin:5px auto 5px 0; text-align:left;'> +<img alt='chhdr' src='images/chap9.jpg' /> +</div> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<h2><a id='link_9'></a>CHAPTER IX<br /><span class='h2fs'>In the Ferry-House</span></h2> + +<p>Then up rose the old woman behind the stand, ready with tongue and +fist to punish this destroyer of her stock; for the truth was that Miss +Bonny was not an “Angel” at all, but what Nancy Smith had +so common-sensibly judged her to be–a lost child. Such a plump +and substantial child, as well, that her downfall crushed to a crimson +flood the red “drops” she would have seized and utterly +demolished another pile of perishable cakes.</p> + +<p>“Save us and help us! You clumsy girl! What you mean, +hurlin’ that young one onto my stand, that way? Well, +you’ve spoiled a power of stuff an’ I only hope you can pay +for it on the spot!”</p> + +<p>With that, the irate vendor snatched Bonny from the stand and +dropped her upon the floor beyond it; where, terrified both by her fall +and this rough treatment, she set up such a wail that further scolding +was prevented. More than that, instead of being properly abashed by her +own carelessness, Glory was far more concerned that Bonny’s +beautiful coat was stained and ruined and its owner’s heart so +grieved. Down she dropped beside her “Guardian,” showering +kisses upon her, and comforting her so tenderly that the baby forgot +her fear and began to lick the sticky fluid, which had filled the +“drops,” from her sleeve that it had smeared.</p> + +<p>This restored quiet so that the vender could demand payment for the +damage she had swiftly estimated, and she thrust her hand toward the +pair on the floor, saying, “Hand me over a dollar, and be quick +about it! Ought to be more, seein’s it’ll take me half a +day to straighten up and―”</p> + +<p>“A dollar! Why–why, I never had so much in my hull life! +an’ not a single cent now. Yes–they’s a quarter to +home, ’t I forgot an’ left in the bag, that Nick Dodd give +me–but–a dollar!” gasped poor Glory, as frightened as +surprised. Just then, too, a wharf policeman drew near and stopped to +learn what was amiss. He did not look like the jolly officer of Elbow +Lane and the stand-woman seemed sure of his sympathy as she rapidly +related her side of the story.</p> + +<p>He listened in silence, and visions of patrol wagons, and the police +stations where arrested persons were confined, rose before poor +Glory’s fancy, while with frantic tenderness she hugged Bonny +Angel so close that the little one protested and wriggled herself free. +But no sooner was she upon her feet than the child became her own best +plea for pardon. Reaching her arms upward to be lifted, she began a +delighted examination of the brass buttons on the man’s blue +coat; and, because he had babies of his own, it seemed the natural +thing for him to do to take her up as she desired.</p> + +<p>“Oh, but you mustn’t, you dastn’t carry her away! +She hain’t done a thing, only tumbled off my shoulder! ’Twas +<i>me</i> done it, not holdin’ her tight enough! An’ she +can’t be ’rested, she can’t! How can she, when she’s +a ‘Guardian Angel’? Give her back–give her back!”</p> + +<p>In her distress, Take-a-Stitch herself laid violent hands upon the +blue sleeves which so strongly enfolded her darling and would have +wrested them apart had strength sufficed. As it was, the helmeted +officer looked calmly down upon her anguished face and quietly +whistled.</p> + +<p>“Keep cool, sissy, keep cool. Wait till I hear your side the +business before you talk of arrests. Besides, this baby! Why, +she’s the prettiest little innocent I’ve seen in a +week’s beat,” said the rough voice, and now regarding the +lips through which it issued, the young “Elbower” perceived +that they were no longer stern but actually smiling.</p> + +<p>Then she did talk; not only of this last adventure but, encouraged +by his close attention, of all the events of her past life. Out it +came, the whole story; Glory’s love of the Lane and its people, +her grandfather’s disappearance, the coming of Bonny Angel, +“sent to take his place an’ help to find him,” her +present search and her honest regret for the injury to this old +woman’s wares.</p> + +<p>“’Cause I know how ’tis myself. Onct a lady fell into my +goober basket an’ smashed ’em so ’t I was +heart-broke. An’ if ever–ever in this world I can earn a +hull dollar I’ll come right straight back here an’ pay it. +Sure, sure, sure.”</p> + +<p>Now, during all this relation, though the policeman’s face +seemed to soften and grow more like that of his brother-officer of +Elbow Lane, it did not grow less grave. Indeed, a great perplexity came +into his eyes and he appeared to be far more interested in the fate of +Bonny Angel than in the voluble interruptions of Apple Kate. When Glory +paused, out of breath and with no more to tell, he set the little one +down and took out his note-book. Having made some entries there, he +exchanged a few low-spoken words with the vender and these appeared to +quiet her wrath and silence her demands. Indeed, their influence was so +powerful that she selected a pile of the broken cakes, put them into a +paper bag, and offered them to Take-a-Stitch, saying:</p> + +<p>“There, girl, it’s all right, or will be, soon’s +officer finds that young one’s folks. It’s past noon, nigh +on toward night, an’ likely she was hungry, too little to know +any better, and you can have part yourself. You just do what he tells +ye, an’ you’ll soon see that baby back in its +mother’s arms. Laws, how heart-broke she must be a-losin’ +it so.”</p> + +<p>Goober Glory heard and felt that her own heart was surely breaking. +Bonny Angel’s “folks”! She had some, then, since this +policeman said so–policemen knew everything–and she +wasn’t a heaven-sent “Guardian,” at all. And, +furthermore, if this was a “lost child,” she knew exactly +what would be done.</p> + +<p>It would be the station house, after all, though not by way of +arrest. Meg-Laundress’s assorted children had been +“lost” on the city streets more than once and Meg +hadn’t fretted a bit. She knew well, that when her day’s +toil was over, she had but to visit the nearest station to reclaim her +missing offspring; or if not at the nearest, why then at some other +similar place in the great town, whence a telephone message would +promptly summon the child. But Bonny Angel? Station house matrons were +kind enough, and their temporary care of her brood had been a relief to +overworked Meg-Laundress; but for this beautiful +“Guardian,” they were all unfit. Only tenderest love should +ever come near so angelic a little creature and of such love +Glory’s own heart was full.</p> + +<p>She reasoned swiftly. The baby was hers, by right, till that sad day +of which she had not dreamed when she must restore it to its +“folks,” whoever and wherever they were. She would so +restore it, though it break her heart; yet better her own heart +breaking than that mother-heart of which the vender spoke. To her +search for grandpa, in which Bonny Angel was guide, was now added a +search for these unknown “folks” to whom she must give the +little one up. That was all. It was very simple and very hard to do, +till one thought came to cheer her courage. By the time she found these +unknown people she would, also, have found Captain Simon Beck! She had +been supremely happy with him, always, and she would be happy again; +yet how dear, how dear this little comrade of a day had become!</p> + +<p>Glory’s decisions never wavered. Once made, she acted upon +them without hesitation. She now turned to the policeman, who had +written some further items in his book and was now putting it into his +pocket, and said, “You needn’t bother, Mister P’liceman, to +find ’em. I’ll take Bonny Angel home my own +self.”</p> + +<p>“Hey? What? Do know where she belongs, after all? You been +fooling me with your talk?” he asked quickly, and now with face +becoming very stern indeed. He was sadly used to dealing with deceit +but hated to find it in one so young as Goober Glory.</p> + +<p>“No, sir. I never. But I will. I’d rather an’ I +must–I must! Oh, I can’t let her go to that terr’ble +station house where thievers an’ bad folks go, an’ she so +white an’ pure an’ little an’ sweet! I can’t. +She mustn’t. She shan’t! So there.”</p> + +<p>At her own enumeration of Bonny Angel’s charms, the +girl’s heart thrilled afresh with love and admiration, and, +catching her again into her close embrace, she fell to rapturously +kissing the small face that was now “sweet” in truth, from +the sticky drops the child had licked.</p> + +<p>“Nonsense! If you don’t know where she belongs, nor have +any money to spend in finding out, the station’s the only place. +It’s the first place, too, she’ll be looked for, and +she’ll be well cared for till claimed. You can go along with her, +maybe, since you appear to be lost, too,” remarked the officer. +“But I’m wasting time. You stop right here by Apple +Kate’s stand, while I step yonder and telephone headquarters. A +man’ll come over next boat and take you both back.”</p> + +<p>The chance of going “back” to the city whose very paving +stones now seemed dear to her did, for an instant, stagger +Glory’s decision. But only for an instant. Bonny Angel was still +the guide. It was Bonny Angel who had brought them to this further +shore where, beyond this great, noisy ferry-house were those green +terraces and waving trees. It was here, separated by the wide river +from all familiar scenes, that her search must go on.</p> + +<p>A customer came to the stand and occupied Apple Kate’s +attention, at the same time the wharf policeman walked away to send his +message concerning little Bonny. That moment was Glory’s +opportunity, and she improved it, thinking with good reason:</p> + +<p>“If onct he gets a-hold on us he won’t leave us go. +He’d think it wouldn’t be right, for a p’liceman. Well, +then, he shan’t get a-hold!”</p> + +<p>A few minutes later, when her patron had passed on, Apple Kate +looked around and missed the children, but supposed they had followed +the officer. Yet when he came back to the stand, he denied that they +had done so and angrily inquired “why she couldn’t keep an +eye on them and oblige a man, while he just rung up +headquarters?”</p> + +<p>To which she as crisply replied, “Huh! My eyes has had all +sight o’ them they want, and they’ll trouble you nor me no +more. They’ve skipped, so you might ’s well trot back and +ring down whatever you’ve rung up. They’ve +skipped.”</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<div style='margin:5px auto 5px 0; text-align:left;'> +<img alt='chhdr' src='images/chap10.jpg' /> +</div> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<h2><a id='link_10'></a>CHAPTER X<br /><span class='h2fs'>Another Stage of the Journey</span></h2> + +<p>The ferry-house where the policeman had found Glory and her +“Angel” was also the terminus of a great railway. Beyond +the waiting-room were iron gates, always swinging to and fro, for the +passage of countless travelers; and from the gates stretched rows of +shining tracks. Puffing engines moved in and out upon these, drawing +mighty carriages that rumbled after with a deafening noise. Gatemen +shouted the names of the outgoing trains, whistles blew, trunk-vans +rattled, and on every side excited people called to one another some +confusing direction.</p> + +<p>Glory, with Bonny Angel in her arms, had hurried up to one of these +iron gates, feeling that if she could but dash through and place that +barrier between herself and the too-faithful policeman, she would be +free at last. But the chance of so doing was long delayed. That +particular gateman appeared to prevent anybody passing him who did not +show a bit of printed cardboard, as he called, “Tickets! have +your tickets ready!”</p> + +<p>And, oh, in what a glorious voice he so directed them!</p> + +<p>“My heart! If I could holler goobers like he does them +car-trains, folks’d jest have to buy, whether er no!” +thought the little peddler, so rapt in listening that she forgot +everything else; till, at one louder yell than all, the child in her +arms shrieked in terror. At which the gateman whirled round, leaving a +space behind him, and Glory darted through.</p> + +<p>Neither the official nor she knew that she was doing a prohibited +thing; for he supposed she was hurrying to overtake some older party of +travelers and she knew nothing of station rules. Once past this gate, +she found herself in dangerous nearness to the many trains and could +walk neither this way nor that without some guard shouting after her, +“Take care, there!”</p> + +<p>She dared not put Bonny Angel down even if the child would have +consented, and, continually, the rumblings and whistlings grew more +confusing. In comparison with this great shed, Elbow Lane, that Miss +Bonnicastle had found so noisy, seemed a haven of quietude and Glory +heartily wished herself back in it.</p> + +<p>There must be a way out of this dreadful place, and the bewildered +little girl tried to find it. Yet there behind her rose a high brick +wall in which there was no doorway, on the left were the waiting or +moving trains and their shouting guards, and on the right that iron +fence with its rolling gates and opposing gatemen, and, also, that +policeman who would have taken Bonny Angel from her. Before her rose +the north-side wall of the building, that, at first glance, seemed as +unbroken a barrier as its counterpart on the south; but closer +inspection discovered a low, open archway through which men +occasionally passed.</p> + +<p>“Whatever’s beyond here can’t be no worse,” +thought Take-a-Stitch, and hurried through the opening. But once beyond +it, she could only exclaim, “Why, Bonny Angel, it’s just +the same, all tracks an’ cars, though ’tain’t got no roof +over! My, I don’t know how to go–an’ I wish they +would keep still a minute an’ let a body think!”</p> + +<p>Even older people would have been confused in such a place, with +detached engines here and there, snorting and puffing back and forth in +a seemingly senseless way, its many tracks, and its wider outdoor +resemblance to the great shed she had left.</p> + +<p>“Guess this is what Posy Jane ’d call ‘hoppin’ out +the fryin’-pan inter the fire,’ Bonny Angel. It’s +worse an’ more of it, an’ I want to get quit of it +soon’s I can. ’Tain’t no ways likely grandpa’s +hereabouts, an’―My, but you’re a hefty little +darlin’! If I wasn’t afraid to let you, I’d have ye +walk a spell. But you might get runned over by some them ingines what +won’t stay still no place an’ I dastn’t, you dear, +precious sweetness, you! I shan’t put you down till I drop, ’less +we get out o’ this sudden.”</p> + +<p>But even as she clasped her beloved burden the closer, Bonny Angel +set this decision at naught by kicking herself free from the girl too +small and weary to prevent; and once upon the ground, off she set along +a particularly shining track, cooing and shrieking her delight at her +own mischievousness.</p> + +<p>“Oh! oh! oh!” screamed Glory, and started in pursuit. Of +course, she could run much faster than her “Guardian,” but +that tiny person had a way of darting sidewise, here and there, and +thus eluding capture just as it seemed certain.</p> + +<p>Fortunately, the direction she had chosen led outward and away from +the maze of steel lines, and, finding no harm come of it and the child +so happy, Glory gave up trying to catch and simply followed her. Just +then, too, there came into view the sight of green tree-tops and a +glimpse of the river, and these encouraged her to proceed. Indeed, she +was now more afraid to go back than to go forward, and Bonny +Angel’s strange contentment in the care of a stranger, like +herself, renewed a belief that she was other than mere mortal, and so +above the common needs of babies.</p> + +<p>Reasoned this “Little Mother” of Elbow Lane, “If +she was just plain baby an’ not no ‘Angel,’ she’d +a-cried fer her ma, an’ she hain’t never, not onct. She +hain’t cried fer crusts, neither, like Meg-Laundress’s +twins is always doin’. ’Course, them cakes what th’ Apple +Kate give her was sweet an’ a lot of ’em. The crumbs I et +when Bonny Angel fired the bag away was jest like sugar. My, prime! +Some day, when I get rich, an’ they ain’t nobody else +a-wantin’ ’em, I’ll buy myself some cakes ezackly +like them was. I will so–if they ain’t nobody else. But, +there, Glory Beck, you quit thinkin’ ’bout eatin’ +’less first you know, you’ll be hungry an’ your +stummick’ll get that horrid feel again. Hi, I b’lieve it’s +comin’ a’ready an’ yet I had that splendid +breakfast!”</p> + +<p>Somehow, the idea of food occurred to this trio of travelers at one +and the same time. Bo’sn crept up to his mistress and rubbed his sides +against her legs, dumbly pleading for rest and refreshment. He was very +tired, for a dog, and as confused as Take-a-Stitch by these strange +surroundings, and acted as if unwilling to go further afield. At every +possible chance now, he would lie down on the ground and remain there +until his companions were so far in advance that he feared to be lost +himself. Surely he felt that this long road was the wrong road, where +he would listen in vain for the tap-tap of his master’s cane and +the scent of his master’s footsteps.</p> + +<p>As for Bonny Angel, she suddenly paused in the midst of her +mischievous gaiety, put up her lip and began to howl as loudly and +dismally as any common Lane baby could have done. Then when her new +nurse hurried to her, distressed and self-reproachful for not having +carried her all the way, down the little one flung herself prone in the +dirt and rolled and kicked most lustily.</p> + +<p>Glory did her utmost, but she could neither quiet nor lift the +struggling “Angel,” and finally she ceased her efforts and, +with arms akimbo and the wisdom of experience coolly addressed her +charge:</p> + +<p>“See here, Bonny Angel! You’re the sweetest thing in the +world, but that’s jest spunk, that is. You’re homesick, I +s’pose, an’ tired an’ hungry, an’ want your ma, +an’ all them bad things together makes you feel ye don’t +know how! I feel that-a-way myself, a-times, but I don’t go +rollin’ in mud puddles an’ sp’ilin’ my nice silk +coats, I don’t. I wouldn’t besmutch myself so not fer +nothin’. My, but you be a sight! An’ only this +mornin’ ’t ever was you was that lovely!”</p> + +<p>When Take-a-Stitch treated Bonny Angel as she would have treated any +other infant, the result proved her wisdom. As soon as comforting +ceased, the child’s rebellion to it also ceased; and when, +shocked by its condition, the girl stooped to examine the once dainty +coat, its small wearer scrambled to her feet, lifted her tear-stained +face to be kissed, smiled dazzlingly, and cried merrily, “Bonny +come!”</p> + +<p>“Oh, you surely are an ‘Angel,’ you beautifullest +thing!” said Glory, again raising the child in her arms and +starting onward once more. She had no idea whither they were going and +Bonny Angel had ceased to point the way with her tiny forefinger, but +she cuddled her curly head on her nurse’s shoulder and presently +fell asleep.</p> + +<p>The tracks diminished in number as they proceeded till they came to +a point where but few remained. Some ran straight on along the river +bank, though this was hidden by outlying small buildings; and some +branched westward around the bluff whereon grew those green trees and +sloped the terraces seen from the boat. Here, after a halt of +admiration, Glory found it growing exceedingly dark, and wondered if it +had already become nightfall.</p> + +<p>“It seems forever an’ ever since we started, but I +didn’t think ’twas nigh bedtime. An’, oh, my! Where +will we sleep, an’ shall I ever, ever find my grandpa!”</p> + +<p>It was, indeed, nearing the end of the day but it was a mass of +heavy clouds which had so suddenly darkened the world, clouds so black +and threatening that the workmen scattered along the tracks, busy with +pick and shovel, began to throw down their tools and make for the +nearest shelter. One man, with a coat over his head to protect him from +the already falling drops hurried past Glory, where she stood holding +Bonny Angel, and advised:</p> + +<p>“Best not tarry, children, but scud for home. There’s a +terrible storm coming.” But he did not stop to see that they +followed his advice nor inquire if any home they had.</p> + +<p>Poor Glory’s heart sank. She was not afraid of any storm for +herself though she had never heard wind roar and wail as this did now, +but how could she bear to have her “Guardian” suffer. Even +Meg’s healthy youngsters sometimes had croup and frightened their +mother “outen her seventy senses,” and the croup usually +followed a prolonged playing in flooded gutters during a rain +storm.</p> + +<p>“I must find a place! Oh, there must be a place somewhere! She +mustn’t get the croup an’ die on me–she +mustn’t. Ain’t I got to take her to her ma, an’ how +could I tell her I let the baby die? Oh, where?”</p> + +<p>With an agonized glance in every direction and a closer enfolding of +the sleeping child–over whose head she promptly threw her own +abbreviated skirt–she discovered, at last, a haven of refuge.</p> + +<p>“My heart! That’s littler ’an the littlest house, but +it’s big enough fer us, you sweetest honey darlin’, +an’ it must ha’ growed a-purpose, all in a minute, just fer +us, like them fairy-lamp-an’-Aladdin yarns what grandpa used to +tell me! An’ now I know fer true she is a surely ‘Guardian +Angel,’ an’ is tooken care of every time, ’cause a minute +ago that littler than the littlest wasn’t there at all, for I +never saw it an’ I should. An’ now ’tis, an’ +we’re in it an’―Oh, how glad I am!”</p> + +<p>While these thoughts were passing through her mind Glory had been +staggering forward as swiftly as the wind and the burden she carried +would allow and she reached the shelter none too soon. The very instant +she passed within, the rain came down in torrents and the tiny +structure swayed dizzily in the gale.</p> + +<p>“Littler than the littlest” it was, indeed; only a +railway switchman’s “box,” erected to shelter him in +just such emergencies and from the cold of winter nights. It had tiny +windows and a narrow door; and, placing Bonny Angel on the corner +bench–its only furnishing–Take-a-Stitch hastened to make +all secure. The lightning flashed and the thunder rolled, but still and +happily the worn-out “Guardian” slept; so that, herself +overcome by fatigue and the closeness of the atmosphere the now vagrant +“Queen of Elbow Lane” dropped in a heap on the floor and +also slept.</p> + +<p>This switch-box was one but seldom used and nobody came near it till +morning. Then a passing road-hand, on his way to work, fancied it a +good place wherein to eat his breakfast and opened the door. His cry of +surprise at sight of its strange occupants roused them both, and sent +Glory to her feet with an answering cry; while Bonny Angel merely +opened her eyes, stared sleepily around, and smilingly announced: +“Bonny come!”</p> + +<p>“Bless us, me honey, so you did! But it’s meself’d +like to be knowin’ where from an’ how long sence the pair +of ye got your job on the railroad?”</p> + +<p>There was nothing to fear about this man, as Goober Glory saw at +once. His homely face was gay with good health and good nature and the +sunshiny morning after the storm seemed not more sunshiny than he. But +his curiosity was great and he did not rest till it was satisfied by a +full recital of all that had happened to the straying children and +their plans for the future were explained.</p> + +<p>The man’s face grew grave and he shook his head with +misgiving: “Lookin’ for a lot of lost people, is it, then? +Hmm. An’, that may be more’n of a job than +straightenin’ crooked rails what the storm washed away, as I must +be doin’ to onct. Too big a job to be tacklin’ on empty +stummicks, betoken; so here, the two of yez, fall in an’ taste +this bread an’ meat an’ couple o’ cold spuds, +an’ let me get on to me own affairs.”</p> + +<p>Opening his tin pail, he made a cup of its inverted top, into which +he poured a lot of cold tea and offered it to Glory, who in turn, +promptly presented it to the now clamorous Bonny, and had the pleasure +of seeing the little one drink deeply before she discovered for herself +that it was not her accustomed milk, and rejected the remainder. Both +the workman and Take-a-Stitch laughed at the little one’s wry +face, while having divided the bread and meat into three fair portions, +all fell to with a will, so that soon not a crumb was left.</p> + +<p>“Ah, that was prime!” cried Glory, smacking her lips; +“and you’re the primest sort of man to give it to us. I +hope I’ll have something to give you some time,” she +finished a little wistfully, and keenly regarding various rents in his +clothes. “If I had my needle an’ thread I might work it +out, maybe. You need mendin’ dreadful.”</p> + +<p>“Betoken! So I do. An’ be ye a colleen ’at’s handy +with them sort o’ tools?”</p> + +<p>“Indeed, I can sew!” cried Glory, triumphantly. +“It’s ’cause of that the Elbowers call me +‘Mend-a-Hole,’ or ‘Take-a-Stitch,’ whichever happens. +Why–why–I earn money–real money–sewin’ +the Lane folks up!”</p> + +<p>“An’ yet bein’ that mite of a thing ye are!” +returned this new friend, admiringly. “Well then, ’tis out +to me sister’s husband’s cousin’s house I’m +wishin’ ye was this instant. For of all the folks needs the +mendin’ an’ patchin’, ’tis she, with her seven +own childer, an’ her ten boardin’ ‘hands,’ an’ +her own man, that was gardener to some great folks beyant, laid up with +the chills an’ not able to do a hand’s turn for himself, +barrin’ eatin’ an’ drinkin’ fair, when the +victuals is ready. He can play a good knife an’ fork, still, +thanks be, an’ it’s hopin’ he’ll soon be +playin’ his shovel an’ spade just as lively, but +that’s no more here nor yet there. There’s miles betwixt +this an’ yon, an’―Hello! Aye, hello-a-oa!”</p> + +<p>The sudden break in Timothy Dowd’s chatter was caused by the +hailing of some fellow workmen who had rumbled up to them a hand-car +over a near-by track and had signaled him to join them.</p> + +<p>“For it’s not down track but up you’re to go, Tim, +the washouts bein’ worst beyond. Step aboard, we’ve to +hustle.”</p> + +<p>Timothy picked up his tools and started to comply, when his glance +fell once more upon the eager face of Goober Glory and pity for her +made him hesitate. Then a bright idea flashed through his brain and he +demanded of the man who had accosted him, “How fur be ye +goin’?”</p> + +<p>“To the trestle beyond Simpson’s. Hurry up. Step +on.”</p> + +<p>For only answer, Timothy immediately swung Glory up to the little +platform car, depositing Bonny Angel beside her with equal speed, then +made room for himself among the surprised trackmen already grouped +there. Yet beyond another astonished “Hello!” no comment +was made and the hand-car bumped forward again toward its +destination.</p> + +<p>However, it wasn’t Timothy Dowd’s habit to be silent +when he could find anything to say, so he was presently explaining in +his loud-voiced, jolly way that here was a “pair o’ angels +that he’d found floating round in the mud and was goin’ to +bestow ’em where they’d do the most good. An’ +that’s to Mary Fogarty’s, indeed. Her of the sharp tongue +an’ warm heart an’ houseful of creatures, every blessed one +of that same rippin’ off buttons that constant, an’ her +livin’ the very pattern of handiness to Simpson’s trestle +an’ couldn’t have been planned no better not if―Hi, +baby, how goes it?”</p> + +<p>This to Bonny Angel, whose eyes had shone with delight when first +the car had rolled forward, but who now grew frightened and began to +whimper dismally, which set Glory’s own heart beating sorrowfully +and spoiled her pleasure in this novel ride. Springing up she would +have taken Bonny Angel from Timothy’s arms into her own had he +not rudely pushed her down again, commanding sternly:</p> + +<p>“Try that no more, colleen, lest ye’d be after +murderin’ the pair of us! Sit flat, sit flat, girl, an’ cut +no monkey-shines with nobody, a-ridin’ on a hand-car.”</p> + +<p>Glory had not thought of danger, though her new friend had not +over-rated it. In obedience to this unexpected sternness, she crouched +motionless beside him, though she firmly clutched at Bonny’s +skirts and began to think this her hardest experience yet, till after a +time, at sight of a gamboling squirrel, the little one forgot her fear +and laughed out gleefully. Then Glory laughed, too, for already her +tiny “Guardian” could influence every mood, so dearly had +she grown to love the child thus thrown upon her care.</p> + +<p>How the fences and the fields raced by! How the birds sang and the +flowers bloomed! And how very, very soon the queer little car stopped +short at a skeleton bridge over a noisy creek! There all the workmen +leaped to the ground and hastily prepared for labor. Even Timothy had +no further time to talk but coolly setting the children upon a bank +pointed to a house across the fields and ordered Glory, “Go there +an’ tell your story, an’ tell Mary Fogarty I sent +ye.”</p> + +<p>Then he fell to his own tasks and Take-a-Stitch had no choice save +obedience.</p> + +<p>For a little distance, there was fascination in the meadow for both +small wanderers; but soon Bonny Angel’s feet lagged and she put +up her arms with that mute pleading to be carried which Glory could not +resist, yet the little creature soon grew intolerably heavy, and her +face buried beneath her nurse’s chin seemed to burn into the +flesh, the blue eyes closed, the whole plump little body settled limp +and inert, and a swift alarm shot through the other’s heart.</p> + +<p>“Oh, oh, I believe she’s sick! Do ‘Angels’ ever +get sick? But she isn’t a truly ‘Angel,’ I know now. +She’s just somebody’s lost baby. Queer! Grandpa so old +an’ she so young should both of ’em get lost to onct, +an’ only me to look out for ’em! Yet, maybe, that Mary +Fogarty woman’ll help us out. I hope she’ll be like +Meg-Laundress, or darlin’ Posy Jane. Strange, how long these +fields are. Longer’n the longest avenue there is an’ not one +single house the hull length. Why ain’t there houses, I wonder. +Wake up, Bonny precious! We’re almost there.”</p> + +<p>But when they reached the door of the Queen Anne cottage, which was +intended to be picturesque and had succeeded in being merely extremely +dirty, and out of which swarmed a horde of youngsters each more soiled +than the other, Glory’s heart sank. For the big woman who +followed the horde was not in the least like either old friend of Elbow +Lane. Her voice was harsh and forbidding as she demanded, “Well, +an’ who are you; an’ what are you wantin’ +here?”</p> + +<p>“Timothy sent us,” answered Glory, meekly.</p> + +<p>“Huh! He did, did he? Well, he never had sense. Now, into the +house with ye, every born child of ye!” she rejoined, +indifferently, and “shooed” her own brood, like a flock of +chickens, back into the cottage, then slammed its door in the +visitor’s face.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<div style='margin:5px auto 5px 0; text-align:left;'> +<img alt='chhdr' src='images/chap11.jpg' /> +</div> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<h2><a id='link_11'></a>CHAPTER XI<br /><span class='h2fs'>A Haven of Refuge</span></h2> + +<p>Glory’s walk and heavy burden had exhausted her and, almost +unconsciously, she let Bonny Angel slip from her arms to the door-step +where she stood. There the child lay, flushed and motionless, in a +sleep which nothing disturbed, though hitherto she had wakened at any +call. Now, though in remorse at her own carelessness, Take-a-Stitch +bent over the little one and begged her pardon most earnestly, the baby +gave no sign of hearing and slumbered on with her face growing a deeper +red and her breath beginning to come in a way that recalled the old +captain’s snores.</p> + +<p>“What shall I do now?” cried poor Glory, aloud, looking +around over the wide country, so unlike the crowded Lane, and seeing no +shelter anywhere at which she dared again apply. Some buildings there +were, behind and removed from the cottage; but they were so like that +inhospitable structure in color and design that she felt their +indwellers would also be the same.</p> + +<p>“Oh, I wish I hadn’t come all that way over the +grass,” said poor Glory. “If we’d stayed by them +car-rails, likely we’d have come somewhere that there was +houses–different. And, Bonny Angel, sweetest, preciousest, +darlingest one, do please, please, wake up and walk yourself just a +little, teeny, tiny bit. Then, when I get rested a mite, I’ll +carry you again, ’cause we’ve got to go, you see. That Timothy +was mistook an’ his sister’s husband’s cousin +won’t let us in.”</p> + +<p>Yet even while her back was toward it, as she contemplated the +landscape pondering which way lay her road, the door again suddenly +opened and Mary Fogarty announced, shrilly, but not unkindly:</p> + +<p>“There’s the wagon-house. You can rest there a spell, +seein’ you was simple enough to lug that hefty young one clear +across the meadder. It’s that third one, where the big door +stands open an’ the stone-boat is.”</p> + +<p>Glory faced about, her face at once radiant with gratitude, and its +effect upon the cottage mistress was to further soften her asperity, so +that though she again ejaculated that contemptuous “Huh!” +it was in a milder tone; and, with something like interest she +demanded, “How long ’s that baby been that feverish she is +now? She looks ’s if she was comin’ down with +somethin’ catchin’. Best get her home, soon ’s you +can, sissy. She ain’t fit to be runnin’ round +loose.”</p> + +<p>Poor little Bonny Angel didn’t look much like “running +loose” at present, and as for “home,” the word +brought an intolerable feeling to Glory’s heart, making the sunny +fields before her to seem like prison walls that yet had a curious sort +of wobble to them, as if they were dancing up and down in a wild way. +But that was because she regarded them now through a mist of tears she +could not repress, while visions of a shadowy Lane, whose very gloom +would have been precious to her on that hot day, obtruded themselves +upon the scene.</p> + +<p>With a desperate desire for guidance, Glory burst out her whole +story and Mary Fogarty was forced to listen, whether or no. To that +good woman’s credit it was that as she listened her really warm +heart, upon which Timothy Dowd had counted, got the better of her +impatience and, once more closing the door upon her peeping children, +she said,</p> + +<p>“Why, you poor, brave little creatur’! Come this way. +I’ll show you where, though you must carry the baby yourself, if +so be she won’t carry herself. I’ve got seven o’ my +own an’ I wouldn’t have nothin’ catchin’ get +amongst them, not for a fortune. I wouldn’t dare. I’ve had +’em down, four er five to a time, with whooping-cough an’ +measles an’ scarletina an’ what not; an’ now sence +the twinses come, I don’t want no more of it I can tell you. +Don’t lag.”</p> + +<p>Mary strode along, “like a horse,” as her husband +frequently complimented her, walking as fast as she was talking and, +with Bonny Angel in her arms, Goober Glory did her best to keep a +similar pace. But this was impossible. Not only were her feet heavy +beneath the burden she bore, but her heart ached with foreboding. With +Bonny Angel ill, how was the search for grandpa to go on? How to look +for the little one’s own people? Yet how terrible that they must +be left in their grief while she could do nothing to comfort them.</p> + +<p>“Oh, if they only knew! She’s so safe with me, I love +her so. If I could only tell them! I wonder–I wonder who they are +and where they are and shall I ever, ever find them!” she +exclaimed in her anxiety as, coming to the wagon-house door, she found +Mistress Fogarty awaiting her.</p> + +<p>That lady answered with her own cheerful exclamation, “’Course +you will. Everything comes right, everywhere, give it time enough. Now +step right up into this loft. There’s a bed here that the extry +man sleeps on when there is an extry. None now. Real gardenin’ +comes to a standstill when Dennis has the chills. You can put the baby +down there an’ let her sleep her sleep out. You might ’s +well lie down yourself and take a snooze, bein’ you’re that +petered out a luggin’.</p> + +<p>“I must get back an’ start up dinner,” continued +Mary. “It’s a big job, even with Dennis round to peel and +watch the fryin’. Seven youngsters of my own, with him an’ +me, and ten boarders―My, it takes a pile of bread to keep all +them mouths full, let alone pies an’ fixin’s. It’s +vegetable soup to-day, and as the gang’s working right nigh, +they’ll all be in prompt. I won’t forget ye, an’ +I’ll send something out to ye by somebody–but don’t +you pay me back by giving one of my children anything +catchin’!”</p> + +<p>Before Glory could assure the anxious mother that she would do her +utmost for their safety, Mary had run down the rude stairs, shaking the +shed-like building as she ran, and was within the red cottage ere the +visitor realized it.</p> + +<p>Glory exclaimed, as she gazed about, “Here we are, at last, in +a regular house! And my, isn’t it big? Why, ever an’ ever +so much bigger than the ‘littlest house in Ne’ York!’ That +bed’s wide enough for all Meg’s children to onct, +and–my, how Bonny Angel does sleep. I’m sleepy, too, now I +see such a prime place. The woman told me to sleep and I guess +I’d better mind.”</p> + +<p>So, presently, having removed Bonny’s draggled coat from the +still drowsy child, Glory placed her charge at the extreme back of the +bed and lay down herself.</p> + +<p>“Wake up, sissy! Come down an’ get your basin of soup. +Enough in it for the pair of ye, with strawberry shortcake to +match!”</p> + +<p>It was this summons which aroused Glory from a delightful slumber +and she sprang to her feet, not comprehending, at first, what she heard +or where she was. Then she returned, laughing as she spoke, +“’Course I’ll come, you splendid Mary Fogarty! And +I’m more obliged ’an I can say, but I’ll work it out, I +truly will try to work it out, if you’ll hunt up your jobs. That +dear Timothy said you needed mendin’, dreadful!”</p> + +<p>But she was unaware that this same Timothy was also close at +hand.</p> + +<p>“Oh! he did, did he? Well, he said the true word for once, but +bad manners in him all the same,” answered Mrs. Fogarty; and, as +Glory joined them at the foot of the stairs, there were the two engaged +in a sort of scuffle which had more mirth than malice in it.</p> + +<p>When Take-a-Stitch appeared, they regarded her with a look of +compassion which she did not understand; because at the dinner, now +comfortably over, the child and her hopeless search had been discussed +and the ten boarders, the seven children, with their parents, had all +reached one and the same conclusion, namely, that the only safe place +for such innocent and ignorant vagrants was in some +“Asylum.” Who was to announce this decision and convey the +little ones to their place of refuge had not, as yet, been settled. +Nobody was inclined to take up that piece of work and the ten boarders +sauntered back to their more congenial labor on the railroad, leaving +the matter in Mary Fogarty’s hands.</p> + +<p>However, it was a matter destined for nobody to settle, because when +Glory had carefully conveyed the basin of soup, the pitcher of milk and +the generous slices of shortcake back to the loft, she was frightened +out of all hunger by the appearance of Bonny Angel. It was almost the +first time in her life that the little “Queen of Elbow +Lane” had had a dinner set before her of such proper quantity and +quality, yet she was not to taste it.</p> + +<p>Bonny was tossing to and fro, sometimes moaning with pain, sometimes +shrieking in terror, but always in such a state as to banish every +thought save of herself from Glory’s mind. And then began a week +of the greatest anxiety and distress which even the little caretaker of +Elbow Lane, with her self-imposed charge of its many children, had ever +known.</p> + +<p>“If she should die before I find her folks! If it’s +’cause I haven’t done the best I could for her―Oh, what +shall I do!” wailed Take-a-Stitch, herself grown haggard with +watching and grief, so that she looked like any other than the winsome +child who had flashed upon Miss Bonnicastle’s vision at that +memorable visit of hers to that crooked little alley where they had +met.</p> + +<p>And Timothy Dowd, the only one of the big household near, whom Mary +Fogarty permitted to enter the wagon-house-hospital, sighed as he +answered with an affected cheerfulness: “Sure, it’s nobody +dies around these parts; not a body since I was put to work on this +section the road. So, why more her nor another an’ she the +youngest o’ the lot? Younger, betoken, nor the twinses +theirselves.</p> + +<p>“An’ it’s naught but that crotchetty woman, +yon,” continued Tim, “that’s cousin to me own +sister’s husband, ’d have took such fool notions into her +head. Forbiddin’ me, even me, her own relation by marriage, to +set foot inside her door till she says the word, an’ somebody +tellin’ her we should be smoked out with sulphur an’ +brimstone, like rats in a hole, ere ever we can mix with decent folks +again. An’ some of the boys, even, takin’ that nonsense +from herself, an’ not likin’ to dig in the same ditch along +with the contagious Tim. Sure, it’s contagious an’ +cantankerous and all them other big things we’ll be, when we get +out o’ this an’ find the old captain, your grandpa, +an’ the biggest kind of a celebration ’twill be, or never +saw I the blue skies of old Ireland! Bless the sod!”</p> + +<p>But in his heart, faithful Timothy did not look for Bonny +Angel’s recovery. Nobody knew what ailed her, since physician had +not been called. Against such professional advice, Mary Fogarty had set +her big foot with an unmovable firmness. Doctors had never interfered +in her household save once, when Dennis, misguided man, had consulted +one. And witness, everybody, hadn’t he been sick and useless ever +since?</p> + +<p>So, from a safe distance, she assumed charge of the case; sending +Glory a pair of shears with which to shave Bonny’s sunny head, +directing that all windows should be closed, lest the little patient +“take cold,” and preparing food suitable for the hardest +working “boarder,” rather than the delicate stomach of a +sick child.</p> + +<p>However, had they known it, there was nothing whatever infectious +about little Bonny’s illness, which was simply the result of +unaccustomed exposure and unwholesome food; nor did good Mary’s +unwise directions cause any great harm, because, though a delicate +child, the baby was a healthy one. She had no desire for the coarse +food that was offered her but drank frequently of the milk that +accompanied it; and as for the matter of fresh air, although Glory had +to keep the windows closed, there was plenty of ventilation from the +wide apertures under the eaves of the shed.</p> + +<p>At the end of the week, the devoted young nurse had the delight of +hearing her “Angel” laugh outright, for the first time in +so many days, and to feel her darling’s arms about her own neck +while the pale little lips cried out once more the familiar, +“Bonny come! Bonny come!”</p> + +<p>To catch her tiny “Guardian” up and run with her to the +cottage-door took but a minute, but there Glory’s enthusiasm was +promptly dashed by Mary’s appearance. Shaking her arms +vigorously, she “shooed” the pair away, as she +“shooed” everything objectionable out of her path.</p> + +<p>“Stand back! Stand back, the two of ye! Don’t dast to +come anigh, sence the time of gettin’ over things is the very +worst time to give ’em. Hurry back to the wagon-house, quick, +quick! And once you’re safe inside, I’ll fetch you some +other clothes that you must both put on. Every stitch you’ve +wore, ary one, and the bedclothes, has got to be burnt. Tim’s to +burn ’em this noonin’. I’ve got no girl your size, +but that don’t matter. I’ve cut off an old skirt o’ +my own, for your outside, an’ little Joe’s your very +pattern for shape, so his shirt an’ blouse ’ll do +amazin’ well. As for the baby, she can put on a suit of the +twinses’ till so be we can do better. Now hurry up!”</p> + +<p>Glory could not help lingering for a moment to ask, “Must it +be burned? Do you really, truly, mean to burn Bonny Angel’s +lovely white silk coat, an’ her pretty dress all lace an’ +trimmin’? An’ my blue frock–why, I haven’t wore +it but two years, that an’ the other one to home. It’s as +good as good, only lettin’ out tucks now and then +an’―”</p> + +<p>“Huh! S’pose you, a little girl, know more about what’s +right than I do, a big growed up woman? I’ve took you in +an’ done for ye all this time an’ the least you can do is +to do as you’re told,” replied Mrs. Fogarty, in her +sharpest manner.</p> + +<p>Thus reprimanded, Glory retreated to the wagon-house, whence, after +a time, she reappeared so altered by her new attire that she scarcely +knew herself. Much less, did she think, that any old friend of Elbow +Lane would recognize her. She was next directed to carry all the +discarded clothing and bedding to a certain spot in the barnyard, where +Timothy would make a bonfire of it as soon as he appeared; and her +heart ached to part with the silken coat which had enwrapped her +precious “Guardian,” even though it were now soiled and +most disreputable.</p> + +<p>However, these were minor troubles. The joyful fact remained that +Bonny Angel had not died but was already recovered and seemed more like +her own gay little self with every passing moment. Clothes didn’t +matter, even if they were those of a boy. They needed considerable +hitching up and pinning, for they were as minus of buttons as all the +garments seemed to be which had to pass through Mary Fogarty’s +hands and washtub; but a few strings would help and maybe Timothy Dowd +could supply those; and if once Take-a-Stitch could get her fingers +upon a needle and thread–my, how she would alter everything!</p> + +<p>Summoned back to the cottage, after she had fulfilled her +hostess’s last demand, Glory’s spirits rose to the highest. +It was the first time she had entered the ranks of the seven other +children which filled it to overflowing, and who were +“shooed” into or out of it, according to their +mother’s whim.</p> + +<p>It happened to be out, just then, and with the throng Glory, fast +holding Bonny in her arms, chanced to pass close beside the shivering +Dennis in his seat by the stove. He looked at her curiously but kindly, +and his gaze moved from her now happy face to that of the child in her +clasp, where it rested with such a fixed yet startled expression that +Glory exclaimed, “Oh, sir, what is it? Do you see anything wrong +with my precious?”</p> + +<p>Now it was the fact that Dennis Fogarty spoke as seldom as his wife +did often; and that when he was most profoundly moved he spoke not at +all. So then, though his eyes kept their astonished, perplexed +expression, his lips closed firmly and to Glory’s anxious +inquiry, he made no reply.</p> + +<p>Therefore, waiting but a moment longer, she hurried after the other +children and in five minutes was leading them at their games just as +she had always led the Elbow children in theirs. But Bonny was still +too weak and too small to keep up very long with the boisterous play of +these new mates, and seeing this, Take-a-Stitch presently made the +seven group themselves around her on the grass while she told them +tales.</p> + +<p>Glory thought of all the fairy stories with which the old blind +captain had beguiled their darkened evenings in that “littlest +house” where gas or lamplight could not be afforded; then she +went on to real stories of the Elbow children themselves; of +Meg-Laundress and Posy Jane; and most of all of Nick and Billy, her +chosen comrades and almost brothers. One and all the young Fogartys +listened open-mouthed and delighted; but, when pressed to talk more +about that “grandpa you’re lookin’ for,” poor +Glory grew silent.</p> + +<p>It was one of the loveliest spots in the world where Glory sat that +morning, with its view of field and mountain and the wonderful river +winding placidly between; but the outcast child would have exchanged it +all for just one glimpse of a squalid alley, and a tiny familiar +doorway, wherein an old seaman should be sitting carving a bit of +wood.</p> + +<p>Thinking of him, though not talking, she became less interesting +company to the Fogartys, who withdrew one by one, attracted by the odor +of dinner preparing, and hungry for the scraps which would be tossed +among them by their indulgent mother.</p> + +<p>Bonny Angel went to sleep; and, holding her snugly, Glory herself +leaned back against the tree trunk where she was sitting and closed her +own eyes. She did this the better to mature her plans for the search +she meant to resume that very day, if possible, and certainly by the +morrow at the latest. Now that Bonny was so nearly well, she must go +on; and as her head whirled with the thoughts which swarmed it, it +seemed to her that she had “grown as old as old since grandpa +went away.”</p> + +<p>Glory at last decided that she had best stop thinking and planning +altogether, just for a moment, and go to sleep as Bonny Angel had done. +She remembered that grandpa had often said that a nap of “forty +winks” would clear his own head and set him up lively for the +rest of the day. Whatever Captain Simon Beck, in his great wisdom said +was right, must be so; and though it seemed very lazy for a big girl +such as she to take “forty winks” on her own account and in +the daytime, she did take them and with so many repetitions of the +“forty” that the boarders had all come home across the +fields before she roused again to know what was going on about her.</p> + +<p>There was a hum of voices on the other side of the tree; and though +they were low, as if not intended for her ear, they were also very +earnest and in evident dispute over some subject which she gradually +learned was none other than herself.</p> + +<p>She had been going to call out to them, cheerily, but what she heard +made her sit up and listen closely. Not very honorable, it may be, yet +wholly natural, since Mistress Mary was insisting:</p> + +<p>“There’s no use talkin’, Timothy Dowd, them two +must pack to the first ‘Asylum’ will take ’em in. The +sooner the better and this very day the best of all. ’Twas yourself +brought ’em or sent ’em, and ’tis yourself must do +the job. You can knock off work this half-day and get it +settled.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, but Mary, me cousin, by marriage that is. I hate it. I +hate it worse nor ever was. Sure, it was bad enough touchin’ a +match to them neat little clothes o’ theirs but forcin’ +themselves away―Ah! Mary, mother o’ seven, think! What if +’twas one o’ your own, now?” wheedled Tim.</p> + +<p>But Mary was not to be moved. Indeed, she dared not be. As Glory had +already learned, Dennis Fogarty was the now useless gardener of the +rich family which lived in the great house on the hill beyond, and to +whom the abused Queen Anne cottage and all the other red outbuildings +visible belonged.</p> + +<p>The rich people were very particular to have all things on their +estate kept in perfect order; and though they had no fault to find with +Dennis himself, whenever he was well enough to work, they did find much +fault with his shiftless or careless wife, while the brood of noisy +children was a constant annoyance to them, whenever they occupied +Broadacres.</p> + +<p>It was for this reason that during the family’s stay at the +great house, Mary so seldom allowed her children out of the house; nor +had Dennis ever permitted her to visit the place in person when there +was any chance of her being seen by his employers. He felt that he held +his own position merely by their generosity; nor did he approve of her +boarding the workmen of the near-by railway. Still, he knew that his +children must be fed, and, without the money she earned, how could they +be?</p> + +<p>Mary’s argument, then, against taking into her home two more +children, to make bad matters worse, was a good one, and Timothy could +find no real word to say against it. Yet he was all in sympathy with +Glory’s search for the missing seaman, and how could he be the +instrument of shutting her up in any institution, no matter how good, +where she could not continue that search?</p> + +<p>Having heard thus much, and recalling even then Posy Jane’s +saying about “listeners hearin’ no good o’ +theirselves,” Take-a-Stitch quietly rose and went around the tree +till she stood before her troubled friends.</p> + +<p>“Why, I thought you was asleep!” cried poor Timothy, +rather awkwardly and very red in the face.</p> + +<p>“So I was, part of the time. Part I wasn’t and I +listened. I shouldn’t ought, I know, an’ grandpa would say +so, but I’m glad I did, ’cause you needn’t worry no more +’bout Bonny Angel an’ me. I will start right off. I was +going to, to-morrow, anyway, if she didn’t get sick again; +an’ Mis’ Fogarty will have to leave us these clothes +till–till–I can some time–some day–maybe earn +some for myself. Then I’ll get ’em sent back, somehow, +an’―”</p> + +<p>By this time, Mary was also upon her feet, tearful and compassionate +and fain to turn her eyes away from the sad, brave little face that +confronted her. Yet not even her pity could fathom the longing of this +vagrant “Queen” for her dirty Lane and her loyal subjects; +nor how she shrank in terror from the lonely search she knew she must +yet continue, thinking, “’Cause grandpa would never have give me +up if I was lost and I never will him, never, never, never! But if only +Billy, er Nick, er―”</p> + +<p>Mrs. Fogarty interrupted the little girl’s thoughts with the +remark, “Now them ‘Asylums’ is just beautiful, honey +darlin’–an’ you’ll be as happy as the day is +long. You’ll―”</p> + +<p>It was Glory’s turn to interrupt the cooing voice, which, +indeed, she had scarcely heard, because of another sound which had come +to her ear; and it was now a countenance glorified in truth by +unlooked-for happiness that they saw, as with uplifted hand and parted +lips, she strove to catch the distant strains of music which seemed +sent to check her grief.</p> + +<p>“Hark! Hark! Listen! Sh-h-h!” cried the girl.</p> + +<p>“Bless us, colleen! Have ye lost your seventy senses, +laughin’ an’ cryin’ to onct, like a daft +creatur’?” demanded Timothy, amazed.</p> + +<p>She did not stop to answer him but gently placing Bonny Angel in his +arms, sped away down the road, crying ecstatically, “Luigi! +Luigi!”</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<div style='margin:5px auto 5px 0; text-align:left;'> +<img alt='chhdr' src='images/chap12.jpg' /> +</div> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<h2><a id='link_12'></a>CHAPTER XII<br /><span class='h2fs'>News From The Lane</span></h2> + +<p>“Hmm, hmm, indeed! An’ what is ‘Loo-ee-gy’ anyhow? +An’ what is the noise I hear save one them wore-out +hurdy-gurdies, that do be roamin’ the country over, soon’s +ever the town gets too hot to hold ’em? Wouldn’t ’pear that +a nice spoken little girl as yon would be takin’ up with no +Eyetalian organ-grinder,” grumbled Timothy, a trifle jealously. +Already he felt a sort of proprietorship in Glory and the +“Angel” and had revolved in his mind for several +nights–that is when he could keep awake–what he could do to +help her. He was as reluctant to place her in any institution against +her will as she was to have him, but he had not known what else to +propose to Mary’s common sense suggestion.</p> + +<p>Both Timothy and Mrs. Fogarty watched the open gateway, through +which Take-a-Stitch had vanished, for her to reappear, since the brick +wall at the foot of the slope fully hid the road beyond.</p> + +<p>The music had soon ceased, but not until all the seven had swarmed +out of the house, excited over even so trifling a “show” to +break the monotony of their lives. All seven now began to exercise +themselves in the wildest antics, leaping over one another’s +shoulders, turning somersaults, each fisticuffing his neighbor, and +finally emitting a series of deafening whoops as Glory actually turned +back into the grounds, her hands clinging to the arm of a swarthy +little man, who carried a hand-organ on his back and a monkey on his +shoulder. The hand-organ was of the poorest type and the monkey looked +as though he had been “upon the road” for many, many +years–so ancient and wrinkled was his visage. His jaunty red coat +had faded from its original tint to a dirty brown; and the funny little +cap which he pulled from his head was full of holes, so that it was a +wonder he did not lose from it the few cents he was able to collect in +it for his master.</p> + +<p>But the vagrant pair might have been some wonderful grandees, so +proudly did Goober Glory convey them up the slope to the very tree +where Mary and her brood awaited them, crying joyfully:</p> + +<p>“’Tis Luigi! Luigi Salvatore, Antonio’s brother! He +knows me, he knows us all and he’s come straight from Elbow Lane. +I mean, quite straight, ’cause he was there after I was. Wasn’t +you, Luigi?”</p> + +<p>Luigi stood bareheaded now, resting his organ-pole upon the ground +and glancing from Glory’s eager face to the curious faces of +these others. He understood but little of “United States +language,” having come to that country but a short time before, +and having hitherto relied upon his brother Toni to interpret for him +when necessary. He was waiting permission to grind out his next tune, +and not as surprised as Timothy was that the little girl should have +recognized his organ from a multitude of others, which to the +railroader sounded exactly the same.</p> + +<p>Take-a-Stitch nodded her head, also freshly cropped like +Bonny’s, and he began. For a time all went well. The seven young +Fogartys were in ecstasies, and even their elders beamed with delight, +forgetting that the one would be “docked” for his wasted +time and the other that the cat and her kittens were at that moment +helping to “clear the table” she had left standing. Even +Bonny Angel gravely nodded approval from her perch in Timothy’s +arms, save when the too solicitous monkey held his cap to her. Then she +frowned and buried her pretty face on Timothy’s shoulder and +raised it only when Jocko had hopped another way.</p> + +<p>But suddenly out of his selections, Luigi began that ancient tune, +“A Life on the Ocean Wave, A Home on the Rolling +Deep”–and then disaster!</p> + +<p>Almost as distinctly as if he stood there before her in the flesh, +forsaken Glory saw her grandfather’s beloved form; clad in his +well-kept old uniform, buttons shining, head thrown back, gilt-trimmed +cap held easily in his wrinkled hand, with Bos’n sitting gravely +upright beside him. There he stood, in her fancy; and the vision +well-nigh broke her heart. Then down upon the grass she flung herself +and all her brave self-repression gave way before the flood of homesick +longing which besieged her.</p> + +<p>Nobody quite understood what ailed her, though from having heard the +captain sing that melody he had just ground out, Luigi dimly guessed. +But the effect upon all was that there had been quite music enough for +the time being, and Mary showed her wisdom by drawing the company away, +counseling:</p> + +<p>“Let her have her cry out. She’s kep’ in brave +an’ ’twill do her good. More good’n a lickin’!” +she finished, with a lunge at her eldest son, who was fast changing his +playful cuffs of a twin into blows which were not playful; and all +because between Jocko and that twin was already developing considerable +interest, which the bigger boy wished to fix upon himself.</p> + +<p>“Well now, ma! What for? ’Tain’t every day a monkey +comes a visitin’ here an’ he’s had him long enough. +My turn next, an’ that’s fair,” protested Dennis, +junior, namesake of the gardener.</p> + +<p>“No more it isn’t, an’ me forgettin’ my +manners after the fine music he’s give us. Look up, Glory, +an’ ask the gentleman, Looeegy yon, would he like a bite to +eat.”</p> + +<p>The girl raised her face, already ashamed of crying before other +people, and instantly eager to do something for this visitor from +“home”; and when she had repeated Mary’s invitation +to Luigi the smiles came back to her own face at the smiles which +lightened his.</p> + +<p>Alas! It wasn’t very much of the good dinner was left, after +the cat and her kittens had done with it, but such as remained was most +welcome to the poor Italian. Accustomed to a dry loaf of bread washed +down with water from the roadside, even the remnants of Mary +Fogarty’s food seemed a feast to him; and he enjoyed it upon the +door-step with Glory at his feet and Jocko coming in for whatever +portion his master thought best to spare.</p> + +<p>Afterward, comforted and rested, he would have repaid his hostess by +another round of his melodies; but this, much to the disgust of seven +small lads, Take-a-Stitch prevented.</p> + +<p>Leading the organ-grinder from the threshold of the cottage to the +tree beyond it, Glory made Luigi sit down again and answer every +question she put to him; and though he did not always comprehend her +words, he did her gestures, so that, soon, she had learned all he knew +of the Lane since she had left it until the previous day when he had +done so.</p> + +<p>First, because to him it seemed of the greater importance, Luigi +dwelt upon Toni’s disappointment, and divulged the great +“secret” which had matured in the peanut-merchant’s +brain, and was to have been made known to Goober Glory, had she not +“runned the way.” The secret was a scheme for the +betterment of everybody concerned and of Antonio Salvatore in especial; +and to the effect that the blind captain and Goober Glory should form a +partnership. She was to be given charge of Antonio’s own big +stand; while comfortable upon a high stool, beside it, the captain was +to sit and sing. This would have attracted many customers, Toni +thought, by its novelty; and, incidentally, the seaman might sell some +of his own frames. As for the proprietor himself, he was to have taken +and greatly enlarged the “outside business”; Luigi +assisting him whenever the organ failed to pay.</p> + +<p>“Money, little one! Oh, mucha money for all! But you stole the +baby and runned away,” ended this part of the stroller’s +tale, as she interpreted it.</p> + +<p>“I never! Never, never, never! She was sent! She belongs. Hear +me!” cried Glory, indignantly, and forthwith poured into +Luigi’s puzzled ear all her own story. Then she demanded that he +should answer over again her first question when she had met him; +hoping a different reply.</p> + +<p>“Has my grandpa come back?”</p> + +<p>But Luigi only shook his head. Even through his dim understanding, +there had filtered the knowledge that the fine old captain never would +so come. He had been killed, crushed, put out of this sunny world by a +cruel accident. So Antonio had told him; but so, in pity, for her he +would not repeat. Rather he would make light of the matter, and did so, +shrugging his shoulders in his foreign fashion and elevating his +eyebrows indifferently; then conveyed to her in his broken English that +the seaman must have “moved,” because the landlord had come +and sent all the furnishings of the “littlest house” to the +grocer’s for safe keeping; and there she would find them when she +wished.</p> + +<p>As for Billy Buttons and Nick, his chum, they were as bad as ever; +and Posy Jane had never a penny for his music, never; though +Meg-Laundress would sometimes toss him one if he would play for a long, +long time and so keep her children amused and out of mischief. She, +too, had even gone so far as to bid him look out all along the road he +should travel for Goober Glory herself; and if he found her and brought +her back, why she would make him a fine present. Goober Glory had been +the most inexpensive and faithful of nurses to Meg’s children and +she could afford to do the handsome thing by any one who would restore +her services.</p> + +<p>“And here I find you, already,” said Luigi, accepting +the wonderful fact as if it were the simplest thing in the world, +whereas, out of the many roads by which he might have journeyed from +the city, this was the one least likely to attract his wandering +footsteps. And this strange thing was, afterward, to confirm good +Meg-Laundress in her faith in “Guardian Angels.”</p> + +<p>But when he proposed that they return at once to the Lane lest +Meg’s promise should be forgotten and he defrauded of his +present, Glory firmly objected:</p> + +<p>“No, no, Luigi. I must find grandpa. I must find this +baby’s folks. Then we will go back, you and me and all of us but +her; ’cause then I’ll have to give her up, I reckon–the +darlin’, preciousest thing!”</p> + +<p>Luigi glanced at the sun, at the landscape, at the group of watchful +Fogartys, and reflected that there was no money to be made there. The +hand-organ belonged to Tonio, his brother, and the monkey likewise. +Tonio loved money better than anything; and Luigi, the organ, and the +monkey had been sent forth to collect it, not to loiter by the way; and +if he was not to return at once and secure Meg’s present, that +would have been appropriated by Antonio, as a matter of course, he must +be about his business. When he had slowly arrived at this decision, he +rose, shouldered the hurdy-gurdy, signaled Jocko to his wrist, pulled +his cap in respect to his hostess, and set off.</p> + +<p>“Wait, wait, Luigi! just one little minute! I must bid them +good-bye, ’cause they’ve been so good to me, and I’m going +with you! Just one little bit or minute!” cried Glory, clasping +his arm, imploringly.</p> + +<p>The organ-grinder would be glad of her company, of any company, in +fact; so he waited unquestioningly, while Glory explained, insisted, +and finally overcame the expostulations of Timothy and Mary.</p> + +<p>“Yes, she must go. Not until she had looked forever and ever +could she be shut up in a ‘’sylum’ where she could look no +further. When she found him, they would come back, he and she, and show +them how right she was to keep on and how splendid he was. She thanked +them–my, how she did thank them for their kindness, and, besides, +there was Bonny Angel. If she’d dared to give up lookin’ +for grandpa, as he wouldn’t have give up lookin’ for her, +she must, she must, find the Angel’s folks. She couldn’t +rest–nohow, never. Think o’ all them broken hearts, +who’d lost such a beau-tiful darlin’ as her!”</p> + +<p>Then she added, with many a loving look over the whole group, +“But I mustn’t keep poor Luigi. He belongs to Toni, seems +if, an’ Toni Salvatore can make it lively for them ’at +don’t please him. So, good-bye, good-bye–everybody. Every +single dear good body!”</p> + +<p>Turning, with Bonny Angel once more in her own arms, walking +backward to have the very last glimpse possible of these new friends, +with eyes fast filling again, and stumbling over her long skirt that +had lost its last hook, Glory Beck resumed her seemingly hopeless +search.</p> + +<p>However, she was not to depart just yet nor thus. To the surprise of +all, Dennis himself now appeared in the doorway and held up his hand to +detain her. Until then, he had showed but slight interest in her, and +his strange staring at Bonny had been unnoticed by his wife. Now his +face wore a puzzled expression and he passed his hand across his eyes +as if he wished to clear his sight. He gazed with intensity upon +Glory’s “Guardian” once more, and at last +remarked:</p> + +<p>“Pease in a pod. ’Tother had yellow curls. Awful trouble for +them, plenty as kids are the country over. Pease in a pod. Might try +it;” and turning sidewise he pointed toward the distant great +house on the hill. Then he retreated to his fireside again, and Mary +was left to interpret. She did so, saying:</p> + +<p>“He’s sayin’ the ‘family’ ’s in some +sort o’ trouble, though I hadn’t heard it. Though, ’course, +they’ve been home only a few days an’ whatever any the +other hands what’s been down to see him sence has told him he +hain’t told me. But I make out ’t he thinks Looeegy’s +playin’ up there on the terrace might do noh arm an’ll +likely cheer ’em up a mite. That’s what I make out Dennis +means. You an’ the organ-man’d best make your first stop +along the road up to the big house. If they won’t pay anything to +hear him play, likely they will to have him go away, bein’s +they’re dreadful scared of tramps an’ such. Good-bye. Come +an’ see us when you can!”</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<div style='margin:5px auto 5px 0; text-align:left;'> +<img alt='chhdr' src='images/chap13.jpg' /> +</div> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<h2><a id='link_13'></a>CHAPTER XIII<br /><span class='h2fs'>The Wonderful Ending</span></h2> + +<p>“Sure, and it’s not meself can tackle the road, the day. +As well be ‘docked’ for the end as the beginnin’, an’ +I’m minded to keep that lot company a piece,” remarked +Timothy Dowd, to his sister’s husband’s cousin. “That +monkey is most interestin’, most interestin’ an’ +improvin’; an’ ’tisn’t often a lad from old Ireland +has the chance to get acquaintance of the sort, leave alone that Glory +girl, what’s took up quarters in me heart an’ won’t +be boosted thence, whatever. The poor little colleen! A-lookin’ +for one lost old man out of a world full! Bless her innocent soul! Yes. +I’ve a mind to company them a bit. What say, Mary, +woman?”</p> + +<p>“What need to say a word, sence when a man’s bent to do +a thing he does it? But keep an open ear, Timothy, boy. I’m +curious to know what sort o’ trouble ’tis, Dennis hints at, +as comin’ to them old people yon. And he’d never say, +considerin’ as he does, that what goes on in the big house is no +consarn o’ the cottage, an’ fearin’ to remind +’em even’t we’re alive, lest they pack us off +an’ fetch in folks with no childer to bless an’ bother +’em. Yes, go, Timothy; and wait; here’s one them handy +catch-pins, that Glory might tighten her skirt a bit.”</p> + +<p>Timothy’s usually merry face had been sadly overclouded as he +watched the departure of Glory and her companions, but it lightened +instantly when Mary favored his suggestion to follow and learn their +fortune. With his hat on the back of his head, his stick over his +shoulder, and his unlighted pipe in his mouth–which still managed +to whistle a gay tune despite this impediment–he sauntered along +the road in the direction the others had taken, though at some distance +behind them. But when they passed boldly through the great iron gates +and followed the driveway winding over the beautiful lawn, his +bashfulness overcame him, and he sat down on the bank-wall to await +their return, which must be, he fancied, by that same route; +soliloquizing thus:</p> + +<p>“Sure, Tim, me boy, if it’s tramps they object to, what +for ’s the use o’ turnin’ your honest self into such? +Them on ahead has business to tend to; the business o’ +makin’ sweet music where music there is none; an’ may the +pennies roll out thick an’ plenteous an’ may the Eyetalian +have the good sense in him to share them same with my sweet colleen. +It’s thinkin’ I am that all is spent on such as her is +money well invested. So I’ll enjoy the soft side this well-cut +top-stone, till so be me friends comes along all in a surprise to see +me here.”</p> + +<p>His own whistling had ceased, and though he listened closely he +could not hear Luigi’s organ or any sound whatever. The truth was +that the way seemed endless from the entrance to the house upon the +terrace; and that having reached it at last, both Luigi and Glory were +dismayed by the magnitude of the mansion and confused by its apparently +countless doorways. Before which they should take their stand, required +time to decide; but unobserved, they finally settled this point. Luigi +rested his instrument upon its pole, loosed Jocko to his gambols, and +tuned up.</p> + +<p>The strains which most ears would have found harsh and discordant +sounded pleasantly enough to the listening Timothy, who nodded his head +complacently, wishing and thinking:</p> + +<p>“Now he’s off! May he keep at it till he wheedles not +only the pence but the dollars out the pockets o’ them that +hears! ’Twill take dollars more’n one to keep Glory on her long +road, safe and fed, and―Bless us! What’s that?”</p> + +<p>What, indeed, but the wildest sort of uproar, in which angry voices, +the barking of dogs, the screams of frightened women drowning the +feeble tones of “Oft in the Stilly Night,” sent Timothy to +his feet and his feet to speeding, not over the graveled driveway, but +straight across the shaven lawn, where passage was forbidden. But no +“Keep off the grass” signs deterred him, as he remembered +now, too late, all that he had heard of the ferocity of the Broadacre +dogs which its master kept for just such occasions as this.</p> + +<p>“Bloodhounds! And they’ve loosed them! Oh, me +darlin’ colleen! Ill to me that I let ye go wanderin’ thus +with that miserable Eyetalian! But I’m comin’! Tim’s +comin’!” he yelled, adding his own part to the wild chorus +above.</p> + +<p>He reached the broad paved space before the great door none too +soon, and though, ordinarily, he would have given the yelping hounds a +very wide berth, he did not hesitate now. Huddled together in a group, +with the frantic animals bounding and barking all around them, though +as yet not touching them, stood the terrified Luigi and his friends; +realizing what vagrancy means in this “land of the free,” +and how even to earn an honest living one should never dare to +“trespass.”</p> + +<p>But even as Timothy forced his stalwart frame between the children +and the dogs, the great door opened and a white-haired gentleman came +hurrying out. Thrusting a silver whistle to his lips he blew upon it +shrilly, and almost instantly the uproar ceased, and the three hounds +sprang to his side, fawning upon him, eager for his commendation. +Instead of praise, however, they were given the word of command and +crouched beside him, licking their jaws and expectant, seemingly, of a +further order to pounce upon the intruders.</p> + +<p>“Who loosed the dogs?” demanded the gentleman, in a +clear-ringing, indignant tone.</p> + +<p>Now that he seemed displeased by their too solicitous obedience, +none of the gathering servants laid claim to it; and while all stood +waiting, arrested in their attitudes of fear or defense, a curious +thing happened. Glory Beck threw off the protecting arms of Timothy +Dowd and, with Bonny Angel clasped close in her own, swiftly advanced +to the granite step where the white-haired gentleman stood. Her face +that had paled in fear now flushed in excitement as with a voice unlike +her own she cried:</p> + +<p>“You, sir! You, sir! What have you done with my +grandfather?”</p> + +<p>The gentleman stared at her, thinking her fright had turned her +brain; but saying kindly, as soon as he could command his voice:</p> + +<p>“There, child. It’s all right. The dogs won’t +touch you now.”</p> + +<p>“The dogs!” retorted the child, in infinite scorn. +“What do I care for the dogs? It’s you I want. You, that +‘Snug-Harbor’-Bonnicastle-man who coaxed my grandpa Simon Beck +away from his own home an’ never let him come back any +more!”</p> + +<p>Then her anger subsiding into an intensity of longing, she threw +herself at his feet, clasping his knees and imploring, piteously:</p> + +<p>“Oh! take me to him. Tell me, tell me where he is. I’ve +looked so long and I don’t know where and–please, please, +please.”</p> + +<p>For a moment nobody spoke; not even Colonel Bonnicastle, for it was +he, indeed, though he silently motioned to a trustworthy man who had +drawn near to take the dogs away; and who, in obedience, whistling +imperatively, gathered their chains in his hands and led them back to +their kennel.</p> + +<p>When the dogs had disappeared, the master of Broadacres sank into a +near-by chair, wiping his brow and pityingly regarded the little girl +who still knelt, imploringly. He was trying to comprehend what had +happened, what she meant, and if he had ever seen her before. Captain +Simon Beck! That was a familiar name, surely, but of that ungrateful +seaman, who wouldn’t be given a “Snug Harbor” whether +or no, of him he had never heard nor even thought since his one +memorable uncomfortable visit to Elbow Lane.</p> + +<p>“Simon Beck–Simon Beck,” he began, musingly. +“Yes, I know a Simon Beck, worthy seaman, and would befriend him +if I could. Is he your grandfather, child, and what has happened to him +that you speak to me so–so–well, let us +say–rudely?”</p> + +<p>Then he added, in that commanding tone which few who knew him ever +disobeyed:</p> + +<p>“Get up at once, child. Your kneeling to me is absurd, nor do +I know in what way I can help you, though you think I can do +so–apparently. Why! How strange–how like–”</p> + +<p>He had stooped and raised Glory, gently forcing her to her feet, and +as he did so, Bonny Angel turned her own face around from the +girl’s breast where she had buried it in her terror of the +dogs.</p> + +<p>Wasted and shorn of her beautiful hair, clothed in the discarded +rags of a Fogarty twin, it would have taken keen eyes indeed to +recognize in the little outcast the radiant “Guardian +Angel” who had flashed upon Glory’s amazed sight that day +in Elbow Lane; yet something about it there was which made the +near-sighted colonel grope hastily for his eyeglasses and in his haste +overlook them, so that he muttered angrily at his own awkwardness.</p> + +<p>Into the blue eyes of the little one herself crept a puzzled +wondering look, that fixed itself upon the perplexed gentleman with a +slowly growing comprehension.</p> + +<p>Just then, too, when forgetting her own anxiety, Glory looked from +the baby to the man and back again, startled and wondering, a lady came +to the doorway and exclaimed:</p> + +<p>“Why, brother, whatever is the matter! Such an +uproar―”</p> + +<p>But her sentence was never finished. Bonny’s gaze, distracted +from the colonel to his sister, glued itself to the lady’s face, +while the perplexity in the blue eyes changed to delight. With a +seraphic smile upon her dainty lips, a smile that would have made her +recognizable anywhere, under any disguise, the little creature +propelled herself from Glory’s arms to the outstretched arms of +Miss Laura, shrilling her familiar announcement:</p> + +<p>“Bonny come! Bonny come!”</p> + +<p>How can the scene be best explained, how best described? Maybe in +words of honest Timothy Dowd himself; who, somewhat later, returning to +the Queen Anne cottage, called the entire Fogarty family about him and +announced to the assembled household:</p> + +<p>“Well, sirs! Ye could knock me down with a feather!” +after which he sank into profound silence.</p> + +<p>“Huh! And is that what ye’re wantin’ of us, is it? +Well, you never had sense,” remarked Mary, turning away +indignantly.</p> + +<p>Thus roused, the railroader repeated:</p> + +<p>“Sure, an’ ye could. A feather’d do it, an’ +easy. But sit down, woman. Sit down as I bid ye, an’ hear the +most wonderful, marvelous tale a body ever heard this side old Ireland. +Faith, I wish my tongue was twicet as long, an’ I knew better how +to choose the beginnin’ from the end of me story, or the middle +from any one. But sit down, sit down, lass, an’ bid your seven +onruly gossoons to keep the peace for onct, while I tell ye a story +beats all the fairy ones ever dreamed. But–where to +begin!”</p> + +<p>“Huh! I’ll give you a start,” answered Mrs. +Fogarty, impatiently. “You went from here: now go on with your +tale.”</p> + +<p>“I went from here,” began Timothy, obediently, and glad +of even this small aid in his task. “I went from here an’ I +follyed the three of ’em, monkey an’ man an’ +girl―”</p> + +<p>“And the baby. That’s four,” corrected Dennis, +junior, winking at a brother.</p> + +<p>“Hist, boy! Childer should speak when they’re spoke +to,” returned Timothy, severely, then continued, at length: +“I went from here. And I follyed―”</p> + +<p>Here he became so lost in retrospection that Mary tapped him on the +shoulder, when he resumed as if no break had occurred:</p> + +<p>“Them four to the gate. But havin’ no business of me own +on the place, I stayed behind, a listenin’. An’, purty soon +up pipes the beautiful music; an’ right atop o’ that +comes–bedlam! All the dogs a barkin’, the women servants +screeching, the old gentleman commandin’, and me colleen +huggin’ the Angel tight an’ saying never a say, though the +poor Dago Eyetalian was trembling himself into his grave, till all a +sudden like, up flies Glory, heedin’ dogs nor no dogs, an’ +flings herself at Broadacres’ feet, demanding her grandpa! Fact, +’twas the same old gentleman she’d been blamin’ for +spiritin’ away the blind man; and now comes true he knows no more +the sailor’s whereabouts than them two twinses yon. But +I’ve me cart afore me horse, as usual. For all along o’ +this, out comes from that elegant mansion another old person, the lady, +Miss Laura Bonnicastle, by your leave. An’ she looks at the Angel +in me colleen’s arms an’ the Angel looks at her; an’, +whisht! afore you could wink, out flies the knowin’ baby from the +one to the other! An’ then, bless us! The time there was! +An’ you could hear a pin drop, an’ in a minute you +couldn’t, along of them questions an’ answers, firing +around, from one person to another, hit-or-miss-like, an’ all +talkin’ to onct, or sayin’ never a word, any one. An’ +so this is the trouble, Mary Fogarty, that Dennis wouldn’t +mention. The Angel is their own child, and Dennis Fogarty’s the +clever chap suspicioned it himself.”</p> + +<p>“Huh! Now you’re fairy-talein’, indeed. ’Tis old +bachelor and old maid the pair of them is. I know that much if I +don’t know more,” returned the house-mistress, +reprovingly.</p> + +<p>Timothy was undisturbed and ignored her reproof, as he went on with +his story:</p> + +<p>“Their child was left for them to care for. The only child of +their nevvy an’ niece, who’s over seas at the minute, a +takin’ a vacation, with hearts broke because of word comin’ +the baby was lost. Lost she was the very day them Bonnicastles set for +leaving the city house an’ comin’ to Broadacres; an’ +intrustin’ the little creatur’ by the care of a +nursemaid–bad luck to her–to be took across the big bridge, +over to that Brooklyn where did reside a friend of the whole family +with whom the baby would be safe till called for; meanin’ such +time as them Bonnicastles had done with the movin’ business +an’ could take care of it theirselves, proper. Little +dreamin’ they, poor souls, how that that same nursemaid would +stop to chatter with a friend of her own, right at the bridge-end and +leave the child out of her arms just for the minute, who, set on the +ground by herself, runs off in high glee an’ no more to that +story, till she finds herself in the ‘littlest house,’ where me +colleen lived; an’ what come after ye know. But ye don’t +know how the nursemaid went near daft with the fear, and wasted good +days a searchin’ an’ searchin’ on her own account; +the Bonnicastles’ friend-lady over in Brooklyn not expecting no +such visit an’ not knowin’ aught; ’cause the maid carried +the note sayin’ so in her own pocket. All them rich folks +bein’ so intimate-like, preparin’ ’em wasn’t +needful. And then, when the truth out, all the police in the city set +to the hunt, and word sent across the ocean to the +ravin’-distracted young parents, an’–now, all’s +right! Such joy, such thanksgivin’, such cryin’ an’ +laughin’–bless us! I couldn’t mention it.”</p> + +<p>“But that poor little Glory! Hard on her to find the +Angel’s folks an’ not her own!” said Mary, +gently.</p> + +<p>“Not hard a bit! She’s that onselfish like, +’twould have done you proud to see her clappin’ her hands +an’ smilin’, though the tears yet in her eyes, ’cause she +an’ Bonny must part. And ‘How’s that?’ asks Miss +Laura, catching the girl to her heart and kissin’ her ill-cropped +head, ‘do you think we will not stand by you in your search and help +you with money and time and every service, you who have been so +faithful to our darlin’?’ And then the pair o’ them +huggin’ each other, like they’d loved each other sence the +day they was born.”</p> + +<p>Here, for sheer want of breath, Timothy’s narrative ended, but +Mary having a vivid imagination, allowed it full play then and +prophesied, sagely and happily:</p> + +<p>“Well, then, all of ye listen, till I tell ye how ’twill +be. That old man was run over in the street was Captain Simon Beck; and +though he was hurted bad, he wasn’t killed; and though them +clever little newsboys couldn’t find him, the folks Colonel +Bonnicastle sets searchin’ will. An’ when he’s found, +he’ll be nigh well; an’ he’ll be brought out here +an’ kep’ in a little cottage somewhere on Broadacres +property, with Glory to tend him an’ to live happy ever +afterward. An’ that’ll be the only ‘Snug Harbor’ any +one’ll ever need. An’ we shan’t have lost our Glory +but got her for good.”</p> + +<p>“But them Billy Button and Nick Parson boys, what of +them?” demanded Dennis, junior, his own sympathy running toward +the clever gamins.</p> + +<p>“They’ll come too, if they want to. They’ll come, +all the same, now and again, just for vari’ty like,” comfortably +assented his mother. “An’ your father’ll get well, +an’ we’ll move into that other house down yon, further from +the big one; an’ them Bonnicastles’ll fix this up prime +an’ Glory’ll live here.”</p> + +<p>“So it ought to be, an’ that we all should live happy +forever an’ a day!” cried Timothy, enjoying her finish of +his tale more than he had his own part in it.</p> + +<p>And so, in truth it all happened, and Mary’s cheerful prophecy +was fulfilled in due time.</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<div class='adpage'> + +<p class='fsl tac'>MOTOR CYCLE SERIES</p> + +<p class='fsl tac'>Splendid Motor Cycle Stories</p> + +<p class='tac'>By LIEUT. HOWARD PAYSON. Author of “Boy Scout Series.”</p> + +<p class='mb20 tac fss'>Cloth Bound. Illustrated. 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But, best of +all, “The Comet” never failed its brave girl owner.</p> + +<p>THE MOTOR MAIDS BY PALM AND PINE.</p> + +<p class='ti2 fss'>Wherever the Motor Maids went there were lively times, for these were +companionable girls who looked upon the world as a vastly interesting place full +of unique adventures–and so, of course, they found them.</p> + +<p>THE MOTOR MAIDS ACROSS THE CONTINENT.</p> + +<p class='ti2 fss'>It is always interesting to travel, and it is wonderfully entertaining to see +old scenes through fresh eyes. It is that privilege, therefore, that makes it +worth while to join the Motor Maids in their first ’cross-country run.</p> + +<p>THE MOTOR MAIDS BY ROSE, SHAMROCK AND HEATHER.</p> + +<p class='ti2 fss'>South and West had the Motor Maids motored, nor could their education by +travel have been more wisely begun. 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They have +experiences “that never were on land or sea,” in heat and cold and +storm, over mountain peak and lost city, with savages and reptiles; their ship +of the air is attacked by huge birds of the air; they survive explosion and +earthquake; they even live to tell the tale!</p> + +<p class='mt20 tac fss'>Any volume sent postpaid upon receipt of price.</p> + +<p class='tac'>HURST & COMPANY – Publishers – NEW YORK</p> + +<hr class='pb' /> + +<p class='fsl tac'>BUNGALOW BOYS SERIES</p> + +<p class='fsl tac'>LIVE STORIES OF OUTDOOR LIFE</p> + +<p class='tac'>By DEXTER J. FORRESTER.</p> + +<p class='mb20 tac fss'>Cloth Bound. Illustrated. 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