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I’VE COME.” See page <a href="#Page_77">77</a>.</p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> + +<div class="chapter"> +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/i_titlepage.jpg" alt="" /></div> +</div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> + +<div class="titlepage"> +<p><span class="xlarge">A PAIR OF THEM</span></p> + +<p><span class="large">BY EVELYN RAYMOND</span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">New York.</span><br /> +Thomas Y. Crowell & Co.<br /> +Publishers.</p> +</div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Copyright, 1901,<br /> +By</span> THOMAS Y. CROWELL & CO.</p> +</div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> + +<div class="chapter"> +<h2 class="nobreak">CONTENTS</h2> +</div> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="2" summary="table"> + + +<tr><td class="tdr"><small>CHAPTER</small></td><td> </td><td class="tdr"><small>PAGE</small></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdr">I.</td><td> Where the Houses are Big</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_1"> 1</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdr">II.</td><td> Where the Houses are Small</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_15"> 15</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdr">III.</td><td> How the Pair Met</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_29"> 29</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdr">IV.</td><td> Max Reappears</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_44"> 44</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdr">V.</td><td> Mary Jane Goes Visiting</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_59"> 59</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdr">VI.</td><td> The Flight and Fright of Mary Jane</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_78"> 78</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdr">VII.</td><td> On the Way Home</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_95"> 95</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdr">VIII.</td><td> Confidences</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_112"> 112</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td class="tdr">IX.</td><td> By the Strength of Love</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_132">132</a></td></tr> + +<tr><td> </td><td>Afterward</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_150"> 150</a></td></tr> + +</table> + + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_1">[1]</span> + +<p class="ph3"><span class="smcap">A Pair of Them</span></p> + +<p> </p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_I">CHAPTER I<br /> + + +<small>WHERE THE HOUSES ARE BIG</small></h2> +</div> + + +<p><span class="smcap">“It’s</span> a queer kind of a name, though it suits +you,” observed the Gray Gentleman, thoughtfully. +“How came you by it?”</p> + +<p>Bonny-Gay flashed the questioner a smile, +hugged Max closer and replied:</p> + +<p>“I was born on a Sunday morning. That’s +how.”</p> + +<p>“Ah, indeed? But I don’t quite understand.”</p> + +<p>“Don’t you? Seems easy. Let’s sit down +here by ‘Father George’ and I’ll explain. If +I can.”</p> + +<p>The Gray Gentleman was very tall and dignified, +yet he had a habit of doing whatever +Bonny-Gay asked him. So he now doubled +himself up and perched on the low curb surrounding<span class="pagenum" id="Page_2">[2]</span> +the monument, while the little girl and +the big black dog dropped easily down beside +him. Then he leaned his head back against the +iron railing and gazed reflectively into the face +of the big bronze lion, just opposite.</p> + +<p>Both the child and the man were fond of the +wonderful lion, which seemed a mighty guardian +of the beautiful Place, and he, at least, +knew it to be a world-famous work of art. +Bonny-Gay loved it as she loved all animals, +alive or sculptured, and with much the same +devotion she gave to Max. The park without +either of these four-footed creatures would have +seemed strange indeed to her, for they were +her earliest playmates and remained still her +dearest.</p> + +<p>“Now you can tell me,” again suggested the +Gray Gentleman.</p> + +<p>“It was Easter, too. All the people were +going to the churches, the bells were ringing, +the organs playing, and everything just beautiful. +Nurse Nance began it, my mother says. +‘For the child that is born on the Sabbath Day +is lucky, and bonny, and wise, and gay.’ But +my father says there isn’t any ‘luck’ and a +child like me isn’t ‘wise,’ so they had to leave<span class="pagenum" id="Page_3">[3]</span> +them out and I’m only Bonny-Gay. That’s +all.”</p> + +<p>“A very satisfactory explanation,” said the +Gray Gentleman, with one of his rare smiles, +and laying his hand kindly upon the golden +curls. “And now, my dear, one question more. +In which of these beautiful houses do you live?”</p> + +<p>As he spoke, the stranger’s glance wandered +all about that aristocratic neighborhood of Mt. +Vernon Place, to which he had returned after +many years of absence to make his own home. +Since he had gone away all the small people +whom he used to know and love had grown up, +and he had felt quite lost and lonely, even in +that familiar scene, till he had chanced to meet +Bonny-Gay, just one week before. Since then, +and her ready adoption of himself as a comrade, +he had had no time for loneliness. She was +always out in the charming Square, as much a +part of it as the Washington monument, which +the little folks called “Father George,” or the +bronzes, and the smooth lawns. She seemed +as bright as the sunshine and almost as well-beloved, +for the other children flocked about +her, the keeper consulted her and the keeper’s +dog followed her like a shadow.</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_4">[4]</span>With a toss of her yellow locks she pointed +her forefinger westward.</p> + +<p>“There, in that corner one, all covered by +vines, with places for the windows cut out, and +the chimneys all green, and I think it’s the +prettiest one in the whole place, when it has its +summer clothes on. Don’t you?”</p> + +<p>The Gray Gentleman’s glance followed the +direction of the pointing finger.</p> + +<p>“Yes. It is a very lovely home and a very +big one. I hope you are not the only child who +lives in it.”</p> + +<p>“But I am. Why?”</p> + +<p>“Why what?”</p> + +<p>“Do you hope it?”</p> + +<p>“You would be lonely, I should think.”</p> + +<p>“Lonely? I? Why—why—I just never +have a single minute to myself. There’s my +thirteen dolls, and the parrot, and the two canaries, +and the aquarium, and my pony, and—Oh! +dear! you can’t guess. That’s why I have +to come out here—to rest myself.”</p> + +<p>“Ah, so! Well, I should judge that you +spend the most of your time in ‘resting,’” +commented the other. “Whenever I come out +you’re always here.”</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_5">[5]</span>Bonny-Gay laughed; so merrily that Max +lifted his head and licked her cheek. That reminded +her of something and she asked:</p> + +<p>“Have you seen him get his second dinner?”</p> + +<p>“Not even his first!”</p> + +<p>“You haven’t? How odd!” Bonny-Gay +shook out her skirts and proceeded to enlighten +her comrade’s ignorance. She took it for +granted, or she had done so, that he knew as +much about things as she herself; but if not, +why, there was a deal to tell. Max’s history +first. She began by declaring:</p> + +<p>“He’s the smartest dog in the world. Everybody +knows that. He’s lived in the Place +nine years. That’s one year longer than I have. +All the children’s big brothers and sisters have +played with him, same’s we do now. He never +lets a tramp come near. He never steps on a +flower bed or lets us. If we forget and go on +the grass he barks us off. He gets his first dinner +at our house. When the clocks strike +twelve he goes to the gardener and gets his +basket. Then he walks to our back entrance, +puts the basket down, stands up on his hind +feet and pushes his nose against the ’lectric +bell. That rings up the cook and—she’s a<span class="pagenum" id="Page_6">[6]</span> +man just now—he—she takes the basket and +puts in some food. Then Max walks down that +side street, about a square, and sits on the curb +to eat it. ‘Just like a beggar,’ the gardener +says, ‘’cause he likes to feed his own dog his +own self.’ I would, too, wouldn’t you?”</p> + +<p>“If I owned the ‘smartest dog in the whole +world’ I presume I should.”</p> + +<p>“Max feels ashamed of it, too; don’t you, +dear?”</p> + +<p>The dog replied by dropping his black head +from Bonny-Gay’s shoulder to the ground and +by blinking in a deprecating way from that +lowly position.</p> + +<p>“Then, in a few minutes, he comes back to +the gardener with the empty basket and stands +and wags his tail as if he were the hungriest +dog that ever was. Then the keeper says: +‘Yes. You may go, Max!’ And off he trots, +away down the other way, to some place where +his master lives and gets a second basket full. +That he brings back here, and the man puts a +paper on the ground under the bushes and he +eats again. Just like folks to their own table, +that time; don’t you, Max Doggie, smart +doggie!”</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_7">[7]</span>The handsome animal shook his wavy fleece +and sprang up, ready for a frolic and evidently +aware that he had been the subject of +discussion.</p> + +<p>“No, not yet, sir. The best thing hasn’t been +told. Listen, please, Mr.——”</p> + +<p>The stranger waited a moment, then inquired:</p> + +<p>“Mr. what, Bonny-Gay? I wonder if you +know my name.”</p> + +<p>“Not your truly one, but that doesn’t matter.”</p> + +<p>“What do you happen to call me, if you ever +speak of me when I’m not here?”</p> + +<p>The little girl hesitated an instant, then +frankly answered:</p> + +<p>“Why, just the ‘Gray Gentleman.’ ’Cause +you are all gray, you see. Your hair, and your +moustache, and your eyes, and your clothes, +and your hat, and your gloves, and—and—things.”</p> + +<p>“Exactly. Trust a child to find an appropriate +nickname. But I like it, little +one. Go on, about Max and the best thing +yet.”</p> + +<p>“That splendid dog has—saved—his—master’s<span class="pagenum" id="Page_8">[8]</span> +life! As true as true!” cried Bonny-Gay, +impressively.</p> + +<p>“Indeed! Wonderful! How was it?”</p> + +<p>“It was pay-day night and Mr. Weems, +that’s his name, had a lot of money. And some +bad men knew it. And they came, do you believe, +right in the middle of that night, and +broke a window in Mr. Weems’s house; and +Max heard them and flew—and flew—”</p> + +<p>The Gray Gentleman stooped and searched +for the dog’s wings.</p> + +<p>“Well, ran, then,” laughed Bonny-Gay, +“and he drove them all off and they had revolvers +or something and one was shot and a +policeman caught him and Max was shot and +the gardener would have been killed—”</p> + +<p>“Only he wasn’t,” interrupted somebody, +coming from behind them.</p> + +<p>So the child paused in her breathless description +of a scene she had often pictured to herself +and looked up into the face of the hero of the +affair, himself.</p> + +<p>“Why, Mr. Weems! you almost frightened +me! and you please tell the rest.”</p> + +<p>But though the gardener smiled upon her he +nodded his head gravely.</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_9">[9]</span>“Guess it won’t do for me to think about +that just now, or any other of our good times, +old Max! Good fellow, fine fellow! Poor old +doggie! It’s going to be as hard on you as on +me, I’m afraid.”</p> + +<p>By this time Bonny-Gay saw that something +was amiss. She half fancied that there were +tears in the keeper’s eyes, and she always afterward +declared that there were tears in his voice. +As for Max, that sagacious animal sank suddenly +upon his haunches, looked sternly into +his master’s face, and demanded by his earnest, +startled expression to know what was wrong. +Something was. He knew that, even more +positively than did Bonny-Gay.</p> + +<p>“It’s an outrageous law. There ought to be +exceptions to it. All dogs—Well, there’s no +other dog like Max. Ah! hum. Old doggie!”</p> + +<p>The Gray Gentleman was tempted to ask +questions, but the little girl was sure to do that; +so he waited. In a few minutes she had gotten +the whole sad story from her old friend, the +gardener, and her sunny head had gone down +upon the dog’s black one in a paroxysm of +grief.</p> + +<p>A moment later it was lifted defiantly.</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_10">[10]</span>“But he shan’t. He shall not! Nobody +shall ever, ever take our Max away! Why—why—it +wouldn’t be the Place without him! +Why—why—the children—Oh! Nettie! oh! +Tom!” and catching sight of a group of playmates +Bonny-Gay darted toward them, calling +as she ran: “They’re going to take him away! +They’re going to take him away!”</p> + +<p>Tom planted his feet wide apart upon the +smooth path and obstructed her advance.</p> + +<p>“Take who away, Bonny-Gay? Where to? +When?”</p> + +<p>“Max! Our Max! He can never come here +any more. This is his last day in our park—his +very last!” and the child flung herself headlong +upon the shaven grass, for once regardless +of rules.</p> + +<p>Not so regardless was Max, the trusty. It +didn’t matter to him that this was Bonny-Gay, +his best-loved playmate, or that her frantic sorrow +was all on his account. What he saw was +his duty and he did it, instantly. From a distance +the Gray Gentleman watched the dog +race toward the prostrate little girl and shake +her short skirts vigorously, loosing them now +and then to bark at her with equal vigor.</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_11">[11]</span>Presently she sprang up and to the footpath, +and again indulged in a wild embrace of the +faithful canine. Indeed, he was at once the +center of an ever-increasing company of small +people, who seemed to vie with each other in +attempts to hug his breath away and to outdo +everybody in the way of fierce indignation. +Finally, this assembly resolved itself into an advancing +army, and with Tom and Bonny-Gay +as leaders—each tightly holding to one of the +dog’s soft ears, as they marched him between +them—they returned to the spot where the lion +calmly awaited them, and Tom announced their +decision:</p> + +<p>“We won’t ever let him go. There’s no +need for you nor the law-men nor nobody to interfere. +This dog belongs to this park; and +this park belongs to us children; and if anybody +tries to—tries to—to—do—things—he +won’t never be let! So there! And if he is, +we’ll—we’ll augernize; and we’ll get every boy +and girl in all the streets around to come, too; +and we’ll all go march to where the law-men +live; and we won’t never, never leave go talking +at them till they take it all back. ’Cause +Max isn’t going to be took. That’s the fact,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_12">[12]</span> +Mr. Weems, and you can just tell them +so.”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” cried Nettie, “and my big brother +goes to the law school and he’ll suesan them. +And my big sister’s friends will help; and if +he does have to, I’ll never, never—NEVER—play +in this hateful old park ever again. I will +not!”</p> + +<p>“Whew!” whistled the Gray Gentleman, +softly. “This looks serious. A children’s +crusade, indeed. Well, that should be irresistible.” +And this old lover of all little people +looked admiringly over the group of flushed +and indignant faces; and at the noble animal +which was the very center of it, and whose silent +protest was the most eloquent of all. His +own heart echoed their indignation and he +quietly resolved to make an effort on their and +Max’s behalf.</p> + +<p>But the dire, unspoken threats of the children, +and the silent resolution of the Gray +Gentleman, were useless. For when upon the +next morning the sun rose over the pleasant +Place, and the monument and the lion began +to cast their shadows earthward, there was +no Max to gambol at their feet, and over the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_13">[13]</span> +heart of Bonny-Gay had fallen her first real +grief.</p> + +<p>She was out early, to see if the dreadful +thing were true; and the Gray Gentleman met +her and scarcely knew her—without the smiles.</p> + +<p>When he did recognize her he said, hopefully:</p> + +<p>“We’ll trust it’s all for the best, my dear. +Besides, you will now have more time for the +thirteen dolls, and the parrot, and the two canaries, +and—”</p> + +<p>“But they—they aren’t Max! He was the +only! We loved him so and now he’ll just be +wasted on strangers! Oh! it’s too bad, too +bad!”</p> + +<p>The Gray Gentleman clasped the little hand in +sympathy.</p> + +<p>“I am very sorry for your sorrow, Bonny-Gay, +and yet I can’t believe that Max is +‘wasted.’ No good thing ever is. Besides that, +I have a plan in my head. With your parents’ +permission, I am going to take you this day to +visit your twin sister.”</p> + +<p>“My—twin—sister! Why there isn’t any. +Don’t you remember? I told you. I’m the +only, only one. There never was any other.”</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_14">[14]</span>“Nevertheless, I am obliged to contradict +you. Very rude, I know, and I shouldn’t do +so, if I were not so positive of what I claim. I +hope you’ll love her and I think you will. After +breakfast I’ll see you again. Good +morning.”</p> + +<p>With that he walked briskly away and +Bonny-Gay saw him enter the big gray house +in the middle of the Place. The house where +the wooden shutters had always been up, ever +since she could remember, until just this spring, +when a few of the windows had been uncovered +to let the sunlight in.</p> + +<p>“My—twin—sister! How queer that is!” +mused the watching child.</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_15">[15]</span> + +<h2 class="nobreak">CHAPTER II<br /> + + +<small>WHERE THE HOUSES ARE SMALL</small></h2> +</div> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mary Jane</span> dropped her crutches on the floor +and readjusted the baby. He had a most trying +habit of not staying “put,” and sometimes +the other children slapped him. Mary +Jane never did that. She merely set him up +again, gave his cheek a pat or a kiss, and went +on about her business.</p> + +<p>For, indeed, she was almost the very busiest +small body in the world. Besides her own +mother’s five other children there were the +neighbors’ broods, big and little, with never a +soul to mind them save their self-constituted +nurse.</p> + +<p>That very morning Mrs. Bump had paused +in her washing to look up and exclaim:</p> + +<p>“I never did see how the little things do take +to her! She can do just wonders with them, +that she can; and I reckon it was about the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_16">[16]</span> +best thing ever happened to her, that falling out +the top window, like she did. Seemed to knock +all the selfishness out of her. Maybe it’s <i>that</i> +settled in her poor body. Yes, maybe it’s that, +dear heart. Anyhow, her inside’s all right. +The rightest there ever was. If this world was +just full of Mary Janes, what a grand place +it would be!”</p> + +<p>Then, after a regretful sigh for this beatific +state of things, the mother thrust her strong +arms again into the suds, with a splash and +a rub-a-dub-dub which told plainly enough from +whom Mary Jane inherited her energy.</p> + +<p>Just then Mrs. Stebbins thrust her head out +of the window, next door, to remark:</p> + +<p>“There was fifty-four of them gardens given +out. My boy’s goin’ to raise cabbages.”</p> + +<p>“You don’t say! Now, ain’t that fine? I +wish I had a son to get one, but all my boys is +girls, save the baby, and he don’t count. +Though he’ll grow, won’t he, mother’s lamb? +He’ll grow just as fast as he can and get a playground +garden, good’s the next one, so he will, +the precious!” chirruped Mrs. Bump, to the +year-old heir of the house.</p> + +<p>“Gah, gah!” cooed the baby; and emphasized<span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">[17]</span> +his reply by losing his balance against +the wall and rolling over on his face. He was +too fat and too phlegmatic to right himself, so +Mary Jane hopped back across the narrow +room and set him up again, laughing as if this +were the funniest thing she had ever seen.</p> + +<p>“Pshaw, daughter! If I was you and you +was me, I’d leave him lie that way a spell. He +don’t ’pear to have the sense the rest of you +had, no he don’t, the sweet! Maybe that’s because +he’s a boy. But even a boy might learn +something after a while, if he was let. Only +you’re so right on hand all the time he expects +you to just about breathe for him, seems.”</p> + +<p>“Now, mother, now! And you know he’s +the biggest, roundest—”</p> + +<p>“Pudding-headedest!” growled a masculine +voice, at the narrow doorway.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Bump wheeled round so sharply that +her rubbing-board fell out of the tub and scared +the baby, who promptly began to scream.</p> + +<p>“Why father! You home? It can’t be dinner-time, +yet. What’s happened? Anything +wrong?”</p> + +<p>“Is anything ever right?” demanded the +man, sulkily.</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_18">[18]</span>“Plenty of things,” answered the wife, +cheerfully, though her heart sank.</p> + +<p>“One of the right things is my getting +kicked out, I s’pose.”</p> + +<p>“Father! you don’t mean it! No.”</p> + +<p>“I’m not much of a joker, am I?”</p> + +<p>“No. That you’re not. But tell me, man.”</p> + +<p>With a quiver in the usually cheerful voice, +Mrs. Bump wiped the suds from her arms +and went to her husband. Laying her hand +kindly upon his shoulder she demanded, as was +her right, to know the facts of the disaster that +had befallen them.</p> + +<p>“’Twon’t take long to tell, woman. The company’s +cuttin’ down expenses and I was one of +the expenses lopped off. That’s all.”</p> + +<p>“Is that all—<i>all</i>, William Bump?”</p> + +<p>The question was sternly put and the man +cowered before it.</p> + +<p>“It’s the truth, any way. No matter how +it happened, here I am and no work.” With +that he dropped his arms upon the window sill +and his face upon his arms, and lapsed into a +sullen silence.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Bump caught her breath, whisked +away a tear that had crept into her eye, and<span class="pagenum" id="Page_19">[19]</span> +returned to her tub. Mary Jane ceased staring +at her parents, tipped the baby’s home-made +go-cart on end, rolled him into it, righted the +awkward vehicle, threw its leather strap over +her shoulders, called to the children: “Come!” +and hopped away upon her crutches.</p> + +<p>Though she paused, for just one second, beside +her father and imprinted a hasty kiss upon +the back of his bent head. A kiss so light it +seemed he could scarcely have felt it, though it +was quite sufficient to thrill the man’s soul with +an added sense of regret and degradation.</p> + +<p>“We’re off to the park, mother, and I’ve +taken a loaf with me!” she called backward, +as she clicked out of sight.</p> + +<p>Again the woman idled for a moment, looking +through the open doorway toward the +small, misshapen figure of her eldest child as +it swung swiftly forward upon its “wooden +feet.” The baby’s soap-box wagon rattled and +bumped along behind, bouncing his plump body +about, and drawn by Mary Jane in the only +manner possible to her—with a strap across her +chest. She needed both her hands just then to +support herself upon her crutches; for her +lower limbs were useless and swung heavily between<span class="pagenum" id="Page_20">[20]</span> +these crutches—a leaden weight from +which she never could be free.</p> + +<p>Even so, there were few who could travel as +rapidly as Mary Jane and this morning she +was especially eager to get on. Because down +at the pretty park upon which her own dingy +street terminated, the children’s “Playgrounds” +had been opened for the summer and +the small gardens given out. She was anxious +to see the planting and seed-sowing, by the tiny +farmers of this free kindergarten, and down in +her heart was a faint hope that even to her, a +girl, might a bit of land be assigned; where she, +too, could raise some of the wonderful vegetables +which would be her very own when the autumn +came and the small crops were harvested.</p> + +<p>The hope was so deep and so intense, that she +had to stop, turn about, shake up the baby and +tell him about it.</p> + +<p>“You see, Baby Bump, they don’t give ’em +out to just girls. Only I’m not a regular plain +kind of girl, I’m a crippley sort. That might +make a difference. Though there’s Hattie +Moran, she’s lame, too. Not very lame, Baby, +only a little lame. She doesn’t have to have +crutches, she just goes hoppety-pat, hoppety-pat,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_21">[21]</span> +easy like. Sophia Guttmacher, she’s a +hunchback, same’s me, course, but she can +walk. Besides that she doesn’t want a garden +and I do. As for Ernest Knabe, his foot’s just +twisted and that’s all. Then, too, he’s a boy. +He could have one if he wanted. He’d have to +dig one, I guess, if it wasn’t for his foot. Oh! +Baby dear. Do you s’pose I might—I might, +maybe, get one?”</p> + +<p>“Goo, goo,” murmured the infant, encouragingly, +and vainly trying to bring his own +foot within reach of his mouth.</p> + +<p>“Oh! you sweet! You can’t do that, you +know. You’re far too fat. And I declare, all +the other children have gone on while I’ve +stood here just talking to you. That won’t do, +sir, much as I love you. Sit up, now, there’s +sister’s little man, and I’ll hurry up.”</p> + +<p>But just then, Baby made a final, desperate +effort to taste his toes, lost his balance, and +rolled forward out of his box, as a ball might +have done.</p> + +<p>Mary Jane, burst into a peal of laughter +which recalled the other children to the spot +and she explained between breaths:</p> + +<p>“The cute little fellow was trying to make<span class="pagenum" id="Page_22">[22]</span> +‘huckleberry-bread’; I do believe he was, the +darling! Well, he’s so round it doesn’t matter +which way he tumbles, and he’s so soft nothing +ever hurts him. Does it, precious?”</p> + +<p>They all lent a hand in setting the infant +right again. Several holding the soap-box +level, a couple supporting Mary Jane without +her crutches which left her arms free to lift and +replace the dislodged baby. When things were +once more in order the caravan started onward +afresh.</p> + +<p>By this time the small, dingy houses bordering +the narrow unpaved street had given place +to open lots and weedy patches, where the sun +lay warmly and a fresh breeze blew. To the +right of the open space was a railway embankment, +and on the left there was the cling-clanging +of a mighty steel structure, in process of +building. The railway and the monster +“sheds” belonged to the same company for +which William Bump had toiled—when he felt +inclined—and by which he had just been +discharged.</p> + +<p>Mary Jane had been accustomed to look for +him, either along the rails, with the gang that +seemed always to be replacing old “ties” by<span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">[23]</span> +new ones; or else serving the skilled workmen, +who hammered, hammered, all day long upon +the great metal girders. As she now caught +the echo of these strokes a pang shot through +her loving heart and for a moment her sunny +face clouded. She need look no more, to either +right or left, for the blue-shirted figure, which +had been wont to wave a salutation to her as +she passed with her brood of nurselings.</p> + +<p>Fortunately, the baby was on hand to banish +the cloud, which he promptly did in his accustomed +manner—with a slight variation. For +his small charioteer had not observed a big +stone in the path, though the loose ricketty +wheel of the wagon found and struck it +squarely. This raised the soap-box in front +and its occupant performed a backward somersault.</p> + +<p>“Oh! my sake! Mary Jane—Mary Jane!” +shrieked several small voices in wild reproach.</p> + +<p>Mary Jane picked up the little one, who +smiled, unhurt; and the others helped her shake +him back to a normal condition and pose. After +which, the park lying just before them, between +the railway and the buildings, they scurried into +it, and over the slope, and around to a sunny<span class="pagenum" id="Page_24">[24]</span> +spot where scores of other little people were +hard at work or play.</p> + +<p>“Hi! Mary Jane! Oh, Mary Jane!” +shouted one and another; and the kind-faced +“teachers” who guided the wee ones, also +nodded their friendly welcome. For well they +knew that there was no “assistant” in the +whole city who could be as useful to them as this +same humble little girl from Dingy street.</p> + +<p>“Thirteen, Mary Jane! I’m thirteen! Come +see. Cucumbers!” cried Bobby Saunders, +dragging her forward so eagerly that the soap-box +strap slipped up across her throat and +choked her. But she quickly released herself +now from her burden, certain that in the midst +of so many friends no harm could befall her +darling; and once freed from this incubus, +she outstripped Bobby in reaching the long +rows of well-prepared garden plots, wherein as +yet was never a sign of any growing thing.</p> + +<p>But oh! how soft and rich and brown the +earth did look! How sweet the fragrance of it +in Mary Jane’s nature-loving nostrils! And +how, for once, she longed to be a boy! As +straight-limbed, as strong, as unhindered at her +toil, as any of these happy little lads who clustered<span class="pagenum" id="Page_25">[25]</span> +about, each interrupting his neighbor in +his eagerness for her sympathy and interest.</p> + +<p>“Fifty-one, Mary Jane!” cried Joe Stebbins, +pointing proudly to the numbered stick +at the foot of his plot. “Cabbages—cabbages! +The gardener’s bringing a box of plants this +minute. I’ll give you one to bile when they get +growed. Like that?”</p> + +<p>“Prime!” answered the girl, her own face +aglow.</p> + +<p>“But I’m limas, Mary Jane. I’m Seven. +Away over here. I’ve sowed ’em and to-morrer +I’ll hoe ’em, I guess.”</p> + +<p>“And I guess I wouldn’t till they sprout,” +laughed she hopping along, at perilous speed, to +inspect number seven.</p> + +<p>“Don’t go so fast, Mary Jane! I can’t keep +up with you. See. I’m right up front—number +Three. I’m tomatuses, I am. Like ’em?” +demanded Ned Smith, a seven-year-old farmer.</p> + +<p>“I’m potatoes. They’re the best for your +money,” observed Jimmy O’Brien. “We’ll +roast some in the ashes, bime-by. Does the +baby like ’tatoes?”</p> + +<p>“Don’t he? You just ought to see him eat<span class="pagenum" id="Page_26">[26]</span> +them—when we have them,” she added, cautiously.</p> + +<p>“Oh! you’ll have ’em, plenty. When I dig +my crop. Why, I s’pose there’ll be enough in +my ‘farm’ to keep your folks and mine all winter; +and I might have some to sell on the street,” +observed Jimmy, casting a speculative glance +upon the diminutive plot of ground over which +he was now master.</p> + +<p>“Might you; ain’t that splendid!” commented +Mary Jane, delightedly. “Why, if you +could give us all our potatoes, mother could +easy wash for the rent and the bread and things. +My sake! I ’most forgot the baby. Where’s +he at? Can you see him?”</p> + +<p>“He’s right in the middle of the sand-heap +and the teacher has give him a little shovel. +Say, what you bring him for? this ain’t no day-nursery, +this ain’t. It’s a playground farm and +one-year-olds don’t belong.”</p> + +<p>“Maybe they don’t, but the baby belongs. +That is if I do,” said the sister stoutly; “maybe +you’ll say next I don’t.”</p> + +<p>“No, I shan’t say that. Why, what could we +do without you? And say, Mary Jane.”</p> + +<p>“Well, say it quick. The girls are calling<span class="pagenum" id="Page_27">[27]</span> +me to swing on the Maypole. ’Cause that’s one +thing I can do without my crutches.”</p> + +<p>“Well, in a minute. But, say. Sometimes +I used to let you hoe in my garden, last summer. +Remember?”</p> + +<p>“Course. I helped you a lot.”</p> + +<p>“Don’t know about that. But you might +this year. That is, maybe. If we went partners, +you see; and if the teacher didn’t get on to +it; and if there was a medal give and you let me +have it, ’cause I’m the one has the farm, course. +What you say?”</p> + +<p>“I say we couldn’t do such a thing without +the teacher knowing and I wouldn’t if we could. +And you’ll never get a medal, you’re too lazy. +But you’re real gen’rous, too, and I’ll be so glad +to help. Oh! I love it! I just feel’s if I could +put my face right down on that crumbly +ground and go to sleep. It’s so dear.”</p> + +<p>“Huh! If you did I s’pose you’d get earwigs +in your ears and—and angleworms, and—things. +Maybe snakes. But I’ll let you,” +concluded Jimmy, graciously.</p> + +<p>Then they turned around and there was—what +seemed to the beholders, a veritable small +angel!</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_28">[28]</span>Mary Jane was so startled she dropped her +crutches and, for an instant, quite forgot all +about the baby. The apparition was clothed in +white, so soft and fine and transparent that it +seemed to enwrap her as a cloud; and above the +cloud rose a face so lovely and so winning that +it made Mary Jane’s heart almost stand still in +ecstasy.</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_29">[29]</span> + +<h2 class="nobreak">CHAPTER III<br /> + + +<small>HOW THE PAIR MET</small></h2> +</div> + +<p><span class="smcap">But</span> when things cleared a little, it was only +Bonny-Gay! and the Gray Gentleman was supporting +Mary Jane without her crutches—though +she didn’t realize that, at first. Afterward +she was able to look up into his face and +smile a welcome, because he and she were already +quite close friends.</p> + +<p>What had happened was this: the Gray Gentleman +had sent his elderly black “boy” with +a note to the vine-covered house in Mt. Vernon +Place and had requested “the favor of Miss +Beulah’s company upon a drive, that morning. +He intended to visit one of the ‘Playgrounds’ +in the south-western part of the city, and he +felt that the little girl whose society he so +greatly enjoyed would find much to interest +her, if she might be with him.”</p> + +<p>To this he had signed a name which was<span class="pagenum" id="Page_30">[30]</span> +quite powerful enough to secure Mrs. McClure’s +instant and delighted assent; and she +had at once returned a very graceful note of +acceptance by the “boy.”</p> + +<p>Then at ten o’clock precisely, the Gray Gentleman’s +carriage had gone around for “Miss +McClure,” and she had been lifted into it and +to a seat beside her friend. A half-hour’s drive +followed; through streets and avenues which +Bonny-Gay had never seen before, and which +continually grew narrower and more crowded. +Even the houses seemed to shrink in size, and +the little girl had finally exclaimed:</p> + +<p>“Why, it’s like the buildings were so little +that they just squeeze the folks out of them, +upon the steps and through the windows. I +never, never saw! Will they get to be just +playhouses, by-and-by?”</p> + +<p>“No, Bonny-Gay, I’m sure you never did. +Yet it’s the same city in which is your own big +home, and they are just the same sort of human +beings as you and I.”</p> + +<p>“Are they? It doesn’t—doesn’t just seem +so, does it? And why do they all stare at us +like that?”</p> + +<p>“Because we do at them, maybe; and it’s not<span class="pagenum" id="Page_31">[31]</span> +a common thing to see carriages with liveried +attendants pass this way. I suppose you, in +your dainty clothes, are as much a ‘show’ to +them as they to you in their coarse attire, or +rags.”</p> + +<p>Bonny-Gay looked thoughtfully at her frock. +She would have preferred to wear a simpler +one; and a comfortable “Tam” instead of the +feathered hat which adorned her sunny head. +But her mother had decided otherwise; since +the Gray Gentleman had done her the honor of +that morning it was but courtesy to show appreciation +of it by a good appearance.</p> + +<p>After a moment she looked up and observed:</p> + +<p>“It’s the queerest thing! I feel as if I ought +to get out and walk; and as if I should give this +hat to that little girl who hasn’t any.”</p> + +<p>The Gray Gentleman smiled.</p> + +<p>“That would be going to the other extreme, +my dear, and would help neither you nor them. +Besides, this is not all we came to see, and here +we are!”</p> + +<p>Then the street had suddenly ended and the +carriage had turned in at a big gate, to roll almost +silently onward till it stopped before a +“Mansion,” with ancient wooden shutters and<span class="pagenum" id="Page_32">[32]</span> +a clematis-draped porch. This was natural and +quite suggestive to Bonny-Gay of her own beloved +Druid Hill, wherein she was accustomed +to take her stately drives in her father’s own +carriage; and when she heard the shouts and +laughter of children from the tree-hidden +“Playgrounds,” her spirits rose to the normal +again and she laughed in return.</p> + +<p>Dancing along beside him, with her hand in +his, she had demanded eagerly:</p> + +<p>“Is it here I am to see my ‘twin sister?’ +Oh! I want to find her—quick, quick!”</p> + +<p>“Yes, it is here, and this is—she;” answered +her guide, as they paused behind Jimmy and +Mary Jane, toward whom he silently nodded.</p> + +<p>This was how the pair met; and while Mary +Jane saw what she fancied was an “angel” +that which Bonny-Gay saw was a girl of her +own age, with short, limp legs, very long arms, +and a crooked back. But the dark head above +the poor humped shoulders was as shapely as +the “angel’s” own; the dark eyes as beautiful +as the blue ones; and from the wide, merry +mouth flashed a smile quite as radiant and +winning.</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_33">[33]</span>As soon as she saw the smile Bonny-Gay began +to understand what the Gray Gentleman +had meant, and she telegraphed him a glance +that said she did. Then she laughed and held +out her two hands to Mary Jane.</p> + +<p>“I guess you’re the girl I’ve come to see: +my ‘twin sister!’ How-de-do?”</p> + +<p>“How-de-do?” echoed Mary Jane, too astonished +to say more.</p> + +<p>The Gray Gentleman quietly slipped her +crutches under the cripple’s arms, and seizing +Jimmy’s hand walked swiftly away.</p> + +<p>Both girls looked after him with regret but +he neither glanced back nor expected them to +follow. Then they regarded each other with +curiosity, till Mary Jane remembered she was +the hostess.</p> + +<p>“Let’s sit down,” she said pointing to the +grass.</p> + +<p>Bonny-Gay hesitated, and, seeing this, the +other whisked off her apron and spread it for +her guest. “You might spoil your dress, that’s +so. Salt and lemon juice’ll take out grass-stain. +My mother uses that when there’s spots +on the ‘wash.’”</p> + +<p>“Does she? I wasn’t thinking of my frock,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_34">[34]</span> +though, but of <i>that</i>;” answered the visitor, +pointing to a “Keep Off” sign behind them.</p> + +<p>“Oh! that? Nobody minds that. You see, +this is <i>our</i> park now. We play where we +choose, only on the terraces and slopey places. +You’d better use my apron though, it’s such a +splendid dress. Your mother would feel bad +if you smirched it.”</p> + +<p>“I suppose she would. She’s very particular.”</p> + +<p>“So’s mine. They say she’s the very neatest +woman in Dingy street. The neighbors say +it.”</p> + +<p>“And our cook says mine is the ‘fussiest’ +one in the Place. That might be some of the +‘sister’ part, mightn’t it?”</p> + +<p>“It might. Only, course, he’s just fooling.”</p> + +<p>“I don’t believe the Gray Gentleman ever +fools. He means things. He’s made us children +think a lot. More’n we ever did before. +And he says things mean things, too, every single +one. Even ‘Father George,’ and the lion, +and Max, and—and everything.”</p> + +<p>After this exhausting speech Bonny-Gay removed +her hat and laid it upon the grass, where<span class="pagenum" id="Page_35">[35]</span> +Mary Jane regarded it admiringly. It was so +pretty she would have liked to touch it, just +once. The hat’s owner saw the admiration, +and remarked:</p> + +<p>“Put it on, Mary Jane. See if it will fit +you.”</p> + +<p>“Oh! I daren’t!” gasped the other. “I +might hurt it.”</p> + +<p>Bonny-Gay lifted the hat and placed it upon +the cripple’s dark head, which was held perfectly +motionless, while the face beneath the +brim took on an expression of bewildered happiness.</p> + +<p>“My! ain’t it lovely! I should think you’d +want to wear it all the time!”</p> + +<p>“I don’t, then. I like my ‘Tam’ better, and +nothing best of all. You can wear it as long +as I stay, if you wish.”</p> + +<p>“That’s good of you. Some of the other girls +wouldn’t even let me touch their best hats, they +wouldn’t.”</p> + +<p>“Must be selfish things, then. How old +are you, Mary Jane?”</p> + +<p>“How’d you know my name? and what’s +yours?”</p> + +<p>Bonny-Gay stated it and explained:</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_36">[36]</span>“I heard that Jimmy boy call you. How old +did you say?”</p> + +<p>“I didn’t say, but I’m eight, going on nine.”</p> + +<p>“Why, so am I. I’m a ‘Sunday’s bairn’.”</p> + +<p>“And I!” cried Mary Jane, breathlessly.</p> + +<p>After that confidences were swift; and, presently, +each little girl knew all about the other; +till, in one pause for breath, the cripple suddenly +remembered the baby. Then she caught +up her crutches, swung herself upon them, and +started off in pursuit of him.</p> + +<p>Bonny-Gay watched her disappear in the +midst of the crowd of children, who had all +shyly held aloof from herself, saw how they +clung about her and how some of the tiniest +ones held up their faces to be kissed. She saw +her stoop to tie the ragged shoe of one and +button the frock of another; saw her pause to +listen to the complaint of a sobbing lad and +smartly box the ears of his tormentor. Then +another glimmering of the Gray Gentleman’s +meaning, when he called these two “sisters,” +came into Bonny-Gay’s mind.</p> + +<p>“She has to take care of the children down +here just as I do in our park. I suppose we +two are the only ones have time to bother, but<span class="pagenum" id="Page_37">[37]</span> +how can she do it! Her face is so pretty—prettier, +even, than Nettie’s, but I dare not look +at the rest of her. I just dare not. Poor little +girl, how she must ache! Supposing I was that +way. My arms stretched way down there, and +my feet shortened way up here, and my back +all scrouged up so! Oh! poor, poor Mary Jane! +It hurts me just to make believe and she has +it all the time. But here she comes back and +I mustn’t let her see I notice her looks. I +mustn’t, for anything. It’s bad enough to have +her body hurt, I mustn’t hurt her feelings, too.”</p> + +<p>However, there was no sign of suffering +about the little cripple as she returned to the +side of her guest, dragging the soap-box wagon +behind her and recklessly rolling the baby about +in it, so eager was her advance. There were +tears in Bonny-Gay’s eyes for a moment, +though, till she caught sight of the baby and +heard Mary Jane exclaim:</p> + +<p>“Did you ever see such a sight? What do +you s’pose mother will say? The teacher set +him in the sand-box and somebody gave him a +stick of ’lasses candy, and he’s messed from +head to foot. But isn’t he a dear?” and dropping +to the ground she caught the little one to<span class="pagenum" id="Page_38">[38]</span> +her breast and covered his sandy, bedaubed +countenance with adoring kisses.</p> + +<p>“He’s the funniest thing I ever saw!” +laughed Bonny-Gay, so merrily that the Gray +Gentleman drew near to join in the fun. After +him trailed an army of young “farmers” and +in another moment the visitor had ceased to be +a stranger to anybody there.</p> + +<p>“Let’s see-saw!” cried Joe Stebbins, seizing +her hand and drawing her to the playground. +Then somebody swung Mary Jane and the baby +upon the beam beside her, some other girls took +the opposite end, and they all went tilting up +and down, up and down, in the most exciting +manner possible. Then there was the Maypole, +furnished with ropes instead of ribbons, from +the ends of which they hung and swung, around +and around, till they dropped off for sheer +weariness. And here Bonny-Gay was proud to +see that Mary Jane could beat the whole company. +Her arms were so long and so strong, +they could cling and outswing all the others; +and when she had held to her rope until she was +the very last one left her laughter rang out in +a way that was good to hear.</p> + +<p>“Seems to me I never heard so much laughing<span class="pagenum" id="Page_39">[39]</span> +in all my life!” exclaimed Bonny-Gay to +the Gray Gentleman when, tired out with fun, +she nestled beside him as he rested on a bench.</p> + +<p>“Yes, it’s a fine thing, a fine thing. And +you see that it doesn’t take big houses or rich +clothes to make happiness. All these new +friends of yours belong to those tiny homes we +passed on our way down.”</p> + +<p>“They do! Even Mary Jane, my sister?”</p> + +<p>“Even in an humbler. Dingy street is just +what its name implies. But we’ll drive that +way back and what do you say to giving Mary +Jane a ride thus far?”</p> + +<p>“Oh! I’d love it! She’s so jolly and +friendly and seems never to think of her—her +poor back and—things.”</p> + +<p>“You’ll like her better and better—if you +should ever meet again. She won my heart +the first time I saw her, over a month ago. I +met her dragging home a basket of her mother’s +laundry work, in that same soap-box wagon she +utilizes for the baby. The family chariot it +seems to be. I was taking a stroll this way, +quite by myself, and thinking of other things +than where I was walking when I stumbled and +my hat flew off. Then I heard a rattle and<span class="pagenum" id="Page_40">[40]</span> +squeak of rusty small wheels, and there was +Mary Jane hopping up to me on her ‘wooden +feet’ and holding out my hat, with the most +sympathetic smile in the world. ‘Here it is, +Mister, and I do hope it isn’t hurt; nor you +either,’ said she; and in just that one glimpse +I had of her I saw how sweet and brave and +helpful she was. So I’ve been proud to call +her my friend ever since.”</p> + +<p>Just then arose a cry so sudden and boisterous +it could have been uttered by no lips except +the baby’s. For a teacher had tapped a bell, +and somebody had cried ‘Luncheon!’ and he +knew what that meant as well as anyone.</p> + +<p>So Mary Jane swung round to where he lay +upon his back in the sunshine and set him up +against a rock, and thrust a piece of the loaf she +had brought into his chubby fists, and cocked +her head admiringly while she cried out:</p> + +<p>“Did anybody ever see so cute a child as +he!”</p> + +<p>Then she remembered the visitors and with +the truest hospitality proffered them the broken +loaf.</p> + +<p>“I ought to have given it to you the first, +I know that, but he’d have yelled constant if I<span class="pagenum" id="Page_41">[41]</span> +hadn’t tended him. It’s wonderful, I think, +how he knows that bell!”</p> + +<p>“Wonderful!” echoed the Gray Gentleman, +as he bowed and gravely broke a tiny portion +from the small stale loaf.</p> + +<p>Bonny-Gay was going to decline, but when +she saw the Gray Gentleman’s action, she +checked her “No, I thank you” unspoken and +also accepted a crumbly crust. After which +Mary Jane distributed several other bits among +some clamorous charges and finally sat down +with the last morsel to enjoy that herself in +their presence.</p> + +<p>“I think dinner never tastes so good as it +does out-doors here, in our park,” she remarked +with a sigh of satisfaction.</p> + +<p>“Dinner!” cried Bonny-Gay and looked into +the Gray Gentleman’s face. But from something +she saw there she was warned to say no +more; and she made a brave effort to swallow +her own crust without letting her entertainer +see how distasteful a matter it was.</p> + +<p>After this the Gray Gentleman saw a cloud +arising and though he did not fear a shower for +himself he was anxious that Bonny-Gay should +take no harm from her unusual outing. So he<span class="pagenum" id="Page_42">[42]</span> +called the coachman to bring up the carriage +and had Mary Jane and the baby lifted in. Then +Bonny-Gay sprang after them, and the master +himself made his adieux to the teachers and followed, +watched by the admiring, maybe envious, +glances of many bright eyes.</p> + +<p>However, one carriage, no matter how +capacious, cannot hold a whole kindergarten, +and neither could it carry the pleasant “Playgrounds” +away; so if there was any envy it +did not last long. Which was a good thing, +too, seeing what happened so soon afterward.</p> + +<p>The landau had not progressed far toward +Dingy street and Mary Jane was still wearing +the feather-trimmed hat, which her new friend +had persuaded her to put on just to surprise +Mrs. Bump, when there came a rush, a bark, +a series of shrieks, and the high-spirited horses +were off at a mad gallop; which grew wilder +and wilder, and soon passed quite beyond control +of coachman or even the Gray Gentleman, +who had promptly seized the reins as they fell +from the driver’s hands, but had been powerless +to do more than retain them in his tightly +clutched fingers.</p> + +<p>It seemed an age that the frantic beasts sped<span class="pagenum" id="Page_43">[43]</span> +onward, following their own will, before the +crash came and they tore themselves free, leaving +the hindering vehicle to go to ruin against +the great post, where it struck. But it was, in +reality, not more than half a moment, and when +the reins were wrenched from his grasp the +Gray Gentleman looked anxiously about him to +learn if anyone was hurt.</p> + +<p>Mary Jane and the baby were on the floor +of the carriage, safe and sound. The terrified +footman was clinging to his seat behind; the +coachman had either leaped or been thrown out, +but had landed upon his feet; but where was +Bonny-Gay?</p> + +<p>A white, motionless little figure lay face +downward in the dust, a rod away, and over +this bent a black, shaggy dog, whining and +moaning in a way that was almost human.</p> + +<p>“Max! Max! Was it you, was it you! +Oh! wretched animal, what have you done!”</p> + +<p>Max it was. But, at the sight of his silent +playmate and the altered sound of a familiar +voice, a cowed, unhappy Max; who crouched +and slunk away as the Gray Gentleman lifted +from the roadway the limp figure of his own +beloved Bonny-Gay.</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_44">[44]</span> + +<h2 class="nobreak">CHAPTER IV<br /> + + +<small>MAX REAPPEARS</small></h2> +</div> + +<p><span class="smcap">There</span> was neither drug store nor doctor’s +office near, and the Gray Gentleman’s instant +decision was to carry Bonny-Gay to Mrs. +Bump’s house. Strong man though he was he +felt almost faint with anxiety as he sprang from +the carriage and without losing an instant of +time lifted out Mary Jane and the baby. Then +he dropped her crutches beside her and ran to +the child in the roadway.</p> + +<p>Five minutes later, Bonny-Gay was lying on +Mrs. Bump’s bed, and the Gray Gentleman had +gone away in pursuit of aid, leaving a last injunction +behind him as he disappeared:</p> + +<p>“Do everything you can for her, I beg, but +keep useless people out.”</p> + +<p>Thus it was that, though curious faces peered +in at the window, no person save Mrs. Stebbins +crossed the threshold of their neighbor’s house,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_45">[45]</span> +and the two women were left unhindered to +minister to the injured child as best they knew +how. They were not able, indeed, to restore +the little girl to consciousness; but they had +cleared the soil of the street from her face and +clothing and had placed the inert figure in an +easy posture, long before there was heard the +rattle and dash of another approaching vehicle, +and a doctor’s phaeton drew up at the door.</p> + +<p>The surgeon’s examination showed that one +of the child’s legs was broken but this did not +trouble him half so much as her continued unconsciousness. +But he worked diligently to restore +her and to prepare the injured limb for +removal to her own home.</p> + +<p>From a low seat in the corner and hugging +the baby tight, to keep him quiet, Mary Jane +watched the little sufferer upon her mother’s +bed, with wide, dry eyes and heaving breast.</p> + +<p>“Oh! if I could only take it for her!” she +thought, helplessly. “It wouldn’t have mattered +to anybody like me, ’cause I’m all crooked anyhow; +but her! She was that straight and beautiful—my +sake! It mustn’t be—it mustn’t! +And she didn’t mind. She let me wear her +hat, me. Well, that didn’t get hurt, any way.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_46">[46]</span> +It just tumbled off all safe. I had to wear it +home, else I couldn’t have dragged the baby, +and I don’t know not a thing whatever became +of his wagon. Never mind that, though. If +she only would open her eyes, just once, just +once!”</p> + +<p>But they had not opened even when, a half-hour +later, another carriage paused before the +Bumps’ tenement, and a tall, pale lady descended, +trembling so that she had almost to be +carried by the Gray Gentleman who supported +her.</p> + +<p>This was Mrs. McClure and she had just +been stepping into her own vehicle for a morning’s +shopping when he reached her door, bringing +his unhappy message. So there was no +time lost in securing a vehicle and the mother +was soon at her child’s bedside. At any other +hour she might have shrunk from entering so +poor a place but at that moment she had, for +once, forgotten her own high station and +thought only of her darling.</p> + +<p>One glimpse of the lovely face, so still and +unresponsive, banished the mother’s last vestige +of strength and she would have fallen where +she stood, had not Mrs. Bump slipped an arm<span class="pagenum" id="Page_47">[47]</span> +about her and motioned Mrs. Stebbins to bring +the one sound chair the room could boast. The +doctor held a glass of water to her lips and the +faintness passed.</p> + +<p>“Is—she—alive?”</p> + +<p>“Yes. She is still alive,” answered the physician, +gravely, and Mrs. McClure turned faint +again.</p> + +<p>“Of course, she’s alive, lady; and what’s +more it won’t be long, I reckon, before she’ll be +asking a lot of questions all about what’s happened +her. Oh! yes indeed. I’ve seen ’em a +sight worst than she is, and up and around +again as lively as crickets. Why, there’s my +Mary Jane—”</p> + +<p>But the cripple held up a warning finger and +Mrs. Bump ceased speaking. Though not her +helpful ministrations; for with a whisk to the +stove she had seized a coarse brown teapot and +poured from it a hot draught into a cup that +had no handle, indeed, yet could serve as well +as another to refresh an exhausted creature.</p> + +<p>“Here, honey, just sip this. Strong, I know, +and not the finest, but ’twill set you up, quick. +I know. There, there.”</p> + +<p>Moved by the same instinct which had made<span class="pagenum" id="Page_48">[48]</span> +Bonny-Gay accept her crust dinner, Mrs. McClure +drank the scalding liquid and did, indeed, +revive under it. Then the doctor and the Gray +Gentleman lifted the injured child and placed +her gently upon the carriage seat.</p> + +<p>Seeing which, the mother hastily rose and +followed, supported still, though unnoticed on +her part, by the strong arms of the other mother +whose sympathetic tears were now silently +flowing; even while her cheery voice reiterated, +much to the surgeon’s disgust:</p> + +<p>“Never you fear, dear lady. She’ll be as +right as a trivet. Aye, indeed; she’ll be talking +to you before you get to your own house. Yes, +indeed. We poor folks see many an accident +and mostly they don’t amount to much; even +my Mary Jane—”</p> + +<p>But there was Mary Jane herself just as the +carriage door was closing, thrusting something +white and feather-trimmed into the pale lady’s +lap.</p> + +<p>“Her hat, lady. Bonny-Gay’s best hat!”</p> + +<p>Mrs. McClure was as kind hearted as most, +yet at that moment she was already unstrung, +and the glimpse she caught of poor Mary Jane’s +deformity shocked her afresh. Without intending<span class="pagenum" id="Page_49">[49]</span> +it she did shrink away from contact +with so “repulsive” a child and Mrs. Bump +saw the movement. Her own face hardened +and she withdrew her arm from supporting the +stranger to clasp it about her own child.</p> + +<p>But Mary Jane saw nothing, save that Bonny-Gay +was being carried away without her +beautiful headgear, and again she thrust it +eagerly forward.</p> + +<p>“Her hat! Her lovely hat! She mustn’t go +without her Sunday hat!”</p> + +<p>It was the sweetest, most sympathetic of +voices and almost startling to the rich woman, +coming as it did from such a source. It made +her take a second look at the cripple and this +time, fortunately, the glance rested upon the +child’s fine, spiritual face. An instant regret +for the repugnance she had first felt shot +through Mrs. McClure’s mind and leaning from +the carriage window she dropped the hat upon +Mary Jane’s dark head.</p> + +<p>“Keep it, little girl, as a gift from Bonny-Gay. +It will delight her that you should have +it. Quick now, coachman. Swift and careful!”</p> + +<p>Then they were all gone and Mary Jane, bedecked +in her unusual finery, stood leaning upon<span class="pagenum" id="Page_50">[50]</span> +her crutches, crying as if her heart would break. +Her mother glanced at her hastily but thought +it best to let “her have her cry out. She cries +so seldom it ought to do her good,” she reflected. +Besides, there was the baby rolling on +the floor, in imminent danger from a wash-boiler +full of steaming water; and a whole hour +wasted from her own exacting labors.</p> + +<p>Presently, the hunchback felt something cold +and wet touch her down-hanging hand and +dashed the tears from her eyes to see what it +might be. There sat a great black dog beside +her, so close that he almost forced her crutch +away. His eyes were fixed upon her face in a +mute appeal for sympathy, and his whole bearing +showed as much sorrow as her tears had +done. Her first impulse was to shrink away +from him, even to strike at him with the crutch, +as she indignantly exclaimed:</p> + +<p>“You’re the very dog did it! You jumped +into the wagon and scared the horses. If it +hadn’t been for you she wouldn’t have been +hurt. Go ’way! Go away off out of sight! +You horrid, ugly, mean old dog!”</p> + +<p>Mary Jane’s vehemence surprised even herself +and she shook her head so vigorously<span class="pagenum" id="Page_51">[51]</span> +that the feather-trimmed hat fell off into +the dust.</p> + +<p>Then was a transformation. Max—it was, +indeed he!—had already dropped flat upon his +stomach and crouched thus, whining and moaning +in a manner that betokened such suffering +that it quickly conquered the cripple’s anger; +and now, as the hat fell right before his nose, +he began to smell of it and lick it with the most +extravagant joy. A moment later he had sprung +up, caught the hat in his teeth, and was gambolling +all around and around Mary Jane, +as if he were the very happiest dog in the +world.</p> + +<p>“My sake! How you act! And oh—oh—oh! +I know you, I know you! You must be +that Max-dog that she told me about. That +she’d known all her life and wouldn’t be let +come any more to her park! I guess I can see +the whole thing. I guess you run away from +that man the gardener gave you to. Maybe +you went right back to where ‘Father George’ +and the lion are; and maybe you saw Bonny-Gay +and the Gray Gentleman come away; and +maybe you followed them. Maybe it was because +you were so glad, and not bad, that you<span class="pagenum" id="Page_52">[52]</span> +jumped into the carriage and scared the horses. +Oh! you poor doggie, if that is how it is!”</p> + +<p>Which was, in fact, exactly what had happened; +and it seemed that the intelligent animal, +who had loved Bonny-Gay ever since she was +first wheeled about the beautiful Place in her +baby-carriage, had now a comprehension of the +damage his delight at finding her again had +done.</p> + +<p>So Mary Jane hopped back into the house +and called Max by that name to follow her. +He did so, readily, and sat down very near to +the foot of the bed on which she carefully placed +his little mistress’ hat.</p> + +<p>“Well, daughter, this has been a morning, +hasn’t it? Now, these handkerchiefs are ready +to iron and I’ve fixed your high seat right close +to my tub, so whilst I wash you can iron away +and tell me the whole story and all about it. +Here comes father, too, and it’ll pass the time +for him to hear it. And, oh! William! you +never could guess whatever has happened right +here in this very kitchen, this very morning that +ever was! But, I must work now, and Mary +Jane’ll talk.”</p> + +<p>Talk she did and fast; and under her eloquence<span class="pagenum" id="Page_53">[53]</span> +Bonny-Gay became quite the most +wonderful child in the world:</p> + +<p>“The beautifullest, the kindest, the friendliest +that ever lived. It didn’t ’pear to make a +mite of difference that she was all so fixed up in +her clothes; she played games as lively as the +next one. She hung on to the Maypole ropes +near as long as I did, and if I’d known what +was coming I’d have dropped off quick and let +her win the count. And my! how she did enjoy +her dinner off my loaf! To see her little white +hands hold it up to her lips and see her just +nibble, nibble—Why, mother Bump! ’Twould +have done your heart good!”</p> + +<p>“Eat your dinner, did she? Wish to goodness +it had choked her!” growled William +Bump, from the doorstep.</p> + +<p>“Why, father! W-h-y!” gasped Mary +Jane, amazed.</p> + +<p>The man replied only by whistling Max to +him, and by stroking the dog’s head when the +whistle had been obeyed.</p> + +<p>But when the cripple had reached that part of +her story descriptive of the final accident, the +father spoke again and this time with even a +more vindictive earnestness than before.</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_54">[54]</span>“Broke her leg, did it? Glad of it. Never +was gladder of anything in all my life. Hope +she’ll suffer a lot. Hope—What better is she, +his little girl, than you, my Mary Jane? Glad +there is something that evens matters up. I +hope his heart’ll ache till it comes as near +breakin’ as mine—every time I look at your +poor crooked shoulders, you poor miserable +child! So I do!”</p> + +<p>Both Mrs. Bump and Mary Jane were aghast +at the awfulness of this desire. Even the baby +had paused open-mouthed and silent, as if he, +too, could comprehend the dreadful words and +be shocked by them. Only Max remained undisturbed, +even nestled the closer to the blue-shirted +man, who in some manner reminded +him of his old master, Mr. Weems.</p> + +<p>Then Mrs. Bump found her voice, and +though she was a loyal wife she did not hesitate +in this emergency to give her husband a +very indignant reproof. So indignant, in fact, +that she forgot the caution of many years, and +with her hand on William’s shoulder, demanded +fiercely:</p> + +<p>“You say that, you? You! You dare to +rejoice in the misfortunes of others when it<span class="pagenum" id="Page_55">[55]</span> +was by your own fault—your own fault, William +Bump!—that our poor lass sits yonder a +cripple for life. When I left her in your care +that I might go and intercede for you to be +given a fresh trial at the works, what was it +but that you loved the drink better than the +child? and left her on the high ledge while you +slept—a human log! Yet you were sorry +enough afterwards and you should take shame +to yourself for your wickedness. It’s the drink +again that’s in you, this day; and that has lost +you another job and turned your once good +heart into a cruel beast’s! So that is what I +think of you, and my—”</p> + +<p>Then she turned and there sat Mary Jane, +listening, horror-struck and broken-hearted!</p> + +<p>Regret was useless. The secret, guarded so +jealously for years, was now disclosed. Till +then the hunchback had believed her affliction +was hers from birth, and had never dreamed +that it was the result of a terrible fall, due to +her own father’s carelessness. He had always +seemed to love her so, with a sort of remorseful +tenderness quite different from the attention he +gave to his other, healthier children. But if it +had all been by his fault!</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_56">[56]</span>Poor Mary Jane! Alas, alas! Far worse +for her was the anger and hatred that at that +moment sprang to life in her tortured heart. +As in a picture she saw other little maids, her +playmates, even this recent vision of Bonny-Gay, +straight-limbed, strong, active, enjoying +everything without aid of those hindering +crutches or the heavy dragging limbs.</p> + +<p>“Oh! father! you did it? you! And I ought +to have been like them—I ought—I ought!”</p> + +<p>Nobody spoke after that. Mary Jane’s head +sank down upon the high table where stood her +little flatiron, fast cooling. Mrs. Bump felt a +new and deadly faintness seize her own vigorous +body and sat weakly down. How could she +undo the mischief she had wrought? Until +now there had been between the father and the +child such a wonderful affection that it had been +a matter of constant comment among all the +neighbors, and the mother had been proud that +this was so. Now—what had she done, what +had she done!</p> + +<p>Presently, William Bump rose, put on his +hat, whistled to Max, and walked out. At the +door he paused, cast one miserable glance over +the little room and his face was very white beneath<span class="pagenum" id="Page_57">[57]</span> +its stains of toil and weather. His eyes +seemed mutely to seek for one ray of pity, of +forgiveness; but Mary Jane’s head was still +upon the table and her mother’s face was hidden +in her own labor-hardened palms.</p> + +<p>Only the baby began to coo and gurgle in +a way which, under ordinary circumstances, +would have elicited admiring exclamations, but +which now secured no response. So, then he +rolled over and closed his eyes; and not even +he saw when the man and the dog passed clear +out of sight, across the open lots, and toward +the marshy places which led to the water and +the unknown country beyond.</p> + +<p>By-and-by, the other children came home +from the “Playgrounds,” full of chatter about +the day’s delights and eager with questions concerning +the wonderful happening of Mary +Jane’s ride. Then the mother roused and kept +them from troubling their sister, and dispatched +them to examine the wrecked carriage, away +down the street.</p> + +<p>By the time they returned Mary Jane’s eyes +were no longer red and there was nothing out +of common in her manner. Mrs. Bump was +ironing away as if her life depended on it, and<span class="pagenum" id="Page_58">[58]</span> +even humming the first strains of a hymn, +“Lord, in the morning, Thou shalt, Thou shalt—Lord, +in the morning Thou shalt hear.” +This always denoted an extra cheerfulness on +the singer’s part, and the children became boisterously +happy in proportion.</p> + +<p>When supper time came they “set a place +for father,” just as always; and though even +by the end of the meal he had not appeared +his unused plate was still left, as if he might +come in at any moment.</p> + +<p>Yet it was quite midnight when Mary Jane, +for once unable to sleep, crept down to her +mother’s room and called, softly:</p> + +<p>“Has he come, mother?”</p> + +<p>“No dearie, not yet. But it’s not late, you +know for—him!” replied the wife, so cheerfully, +that even her quick-witted daughter did +not suspect the heartache beneath the cheerfulness, +nor the tear-stained face upon the pillow.</p> + +<p>“When he does, I wish you’d call me. I +must tell him it’s—it’s all just right.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, darling. Trust mother and go to sleep +now. I’ll call you sure.”</p> + +<p>And neither guessed how long that call would +be delayed.</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_59">[59]</span> + +<h2 class="nobreak">CHAPTER V<br /> + + +<small>MARY JANE GOES VISITING</small></h2> +</div> + +<p><span class="smcap">But</span> Mary Jane Bump was not the girl to be +gloomy over anything for very long; least of +all over anything so trifling as her own personal +afflictions; and the morning saw her hopping +about in her narrow home, as merry, as loving, +and as helpful as ever. Even more helpful, it +seemed to the conscience-stricken mother, than +before she had felt the fierce anger of the previous +day.</p> + +<p>“Appears like she’d try to make even me +forget she ever heard what I said, poor lamb! +Well, I still think, what I’ve so often thought, +that the Lord did bring sweet out of that bitter, +when He made her so beautiful inside, even if +she is crooked without. And more’n that, to +me she don’t seem so misshaped. I almost +forget she ain’t just like the rest. Aye, honey? +What’s that you say?”</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_60">[60]</span>“If you can spare me, mother, after all the +work is done, I’d like to go to Bonny-Gay’s +house and find out about her. Oh! do you +s’pose she will get well?”</p> + +<p>“Sure, child.”</p> + +<p>“I guess she will, too. Can I, mother? +When the work’s all done?”</p> + +<p>“Bless you, my lass, and that will never be. +So there’s no use tarrying for such a time. And +I don’t blame you for wanting to go. I’d admire +to hear myself. But I guess it’s a long +step from here and I don’t know the way, even +I don’t. You’d have to ride in a street car +and that costs money—which is one of the +things I can least spare.”</p> + +<p>At mention of the car, Mary Jane’s eyes +sparkled.</p> + +<p>On rare occasions—once when she went to +market with her mother, at holiday time, and +once when the wash had been too large and the +patron’s home too distant for even her nimble +crutches—she had enjoyed the luxury of travel +by electricity. In imagination, she could still +feel the swift rush of air against her cheek, +could see the houses hurrying past, and hear +the delightful ting-a-ling of the bell, as the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_61">[61]</span> +motorman stopped to let the passengers on or +off. She had not dreamed that it would be +necessary for her to ride, in order to pay the +visit she desired; but if it were—Oh! felicity!</p> + +<p>The light in the eyes she loved decided the +mother upon the indulgence. A car-ride meant +a nickel, or part of one, at least, for even little +Mary Jane; and a nickel would buy a loaf, and +many loaves were needful where there were +seven mouths to fill, and every mouth a hungry +one. More than that, if William were out of +work—</p> + +<p>Mrs. Bump considered no further. Mary +Jane should have the pleasure—no matter what +happened afterward.</p> + +<p>“Of course, you’ll ride! Why not? Don’t +suppose I’d let you start off a-foot for such a +length, do you? I’ve a notion that this Mt. +Vernon Place is away at the other end the city. +Leastwise, it must be a good bit from Dingy +street, ’cause I never heard of it before, and +I’ve been around the neighborhood considerable, +with the wash, you know. Yes, you may go. +Fly round right smart and get your clothes +changed. What a fine thing it is that your<span class="pagenum" id="Page_62">[62]</span> +other frock is clean, and I must say I did have +good luck ironing it, last week.”</p> + +<p>“You always do have good luck, mother +Bump! You’re the very loveliest ironer in the +world!” and the wooden feet clicked across the +room that their owner might hug this famous +laundress.</p> + +<p>“And you’re a partial little girl, honey.”</p> + +<p>“But, mother, dear, the work isn’t done—yet. +There’s the steps to be scrubbed and that +other pile of hank’chiefs, and—”</p> + +<p>“Well, I reckon we’ll live just as long if our +steps ain’t done for one day in the year. Besides, +I might let one the younger ones do them +and see. They’re always teasing to, you know. +Strange, how human nature loves to mess in a +pail of soap and water.”</p> + +<p>“Who’ll mind the baby, if I go?”</p> + +<p>“I will, Mary Jane Bump! Seem to think +the precious youngster ain’t hardly safe in his +own mother’s hands, do you? Run along, run +along, girlie, and fix yourself fine.”</p> + +<p>Away up the narrow stair swung happy Mary +Jane; and in a very few moments down she +swung again. She had exchanged her blue +gingham for her pink print, had dusted off the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_63">[63]</span> +shoes which, alas! were so useless that they +rarely wore out! and had brushed her dark +wavy hair till it floated about her sweet face, +as fine and fleece-like as it was possible for hair +to be. In her hands she carried two hats; her +own little plain “sailor,” and the gift of Bonny-Gay.</p> + +<p>“Oh! I wouldn’t wear—” began Mrs. Bump, +answering the question in Mary Jane’s eyes; +then seeing the disappointment which crept into +them, hastily altered her original judgment to +fit the case. “I wouldn’t wear that old ‘sailor’ +if I was a little girl that owned feathers like +those. Indeedy, that I wouldn’t.”</p> + +<p>Mary Jane’s face rippled with smiles and for +almost the first time in her life she did a coquettish +thing. Standing upon her crutches before +the tiny looking-glass, hung at an angle above +the mantel, she adjusted and readjusted the +pretty leghorn, until she had placed it as nearly +in the position it had occupied on Bonny-Gay’s +yellow curls as she could. Then she wheeled +about and asked:</p> + +<p>“Does it look right, mother? Just as right +as she would like to have it, when she sees +me?”</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_64">[64]</span>“Perfect, honey! And though I maybe +oughtn’t to say it before you, you’re the very +sweetest little girl in Baltimore city!”</p> + +<p>“Ah! but, mother Bump, you haven’t seen +all the others!” laughed the child.</p> + +<p>“Now, here’s your money. Two nickels, +dear. I’ve just given them a bit of a polish in +the suds while you were up-stairs. One is to +go with, and one to come home. I’ve been +puzzling it out, and the best thing is for you to +go to the nearest car-line you find; then ask +the conductor how nigh it will take you to the +Place. He’ll be kind to you, I know. They’re +always obliging, the conductors are, and when +it’s anybody like you, why they just seem to +tear themselves to pieces to be nice. You’ll +have no trouble, honey, not a mite. And when +you get there, don’t forget to make your manners, +pretty, like I’ve taught you. Say everything +to cheer the lady up, if she seems down-hearted +a bit, and good-by, good-by. Bless you, +Mary Jane!”</p> + +<p>Mrs. Bump stood at her doorway and Mrs. +Stebbins at hers, to watch the little figure hop +away, and when it turned at the corner and they +caught a glimpse of the radiant face beneath<span class="pagenum" id="Page_65">[65]</span> +the picture-hat, they smiled upon each other +well satisfied.</p> + +<p>“No harm’ll happen to her!” said Mrs. Stebbins, +confidently. “She’s one of the Lord’s +own.”</p> + +<p>“I’m not fearing! though I’m going to miss +her powerful,” answered the mother, and retired +to her tub.</p> + +<p>Mary Jane’s heart beat so with excitement +that she could hardly breathe. Here she was, +going alone on an unknown journey, to ride +in a car quite by herself, and to pay her own +fare exactly as if she were a grown-up. She +had to tightly clutch that corner of her little +handkerchief wherein the nickles were tied, to +make herself realize the delightful fact; and +already, in her dutiful heart, she was planning +how she could save, by not eating quite so much +of her portion of food, and so, in time, make +up to her mother for this unwonted extravagance.</p> + +<p>Indeed, she thought so fast and deeply, that +she stood on the corner and let the first car go +by without signalling it. Then she brought her +wits to the present and when the next one +whizzed up she was ready for it, raising her<span class="pagenum" id="Page_66">[66]</span> +hand and motioning it to stop, as she had seen +other people do.</p> + +<p>It did stop, of course, and to such a little +passenger, also, of course, the conductor was +quite as kind as Mrs. Bump had prophesied he +would be. He lifted Mary Jane into the very +front seat of all and he would have been glad +not to take a fare from her. But this his duty +compelled him to do, and when he had received +it he paused a moment beside her to inquire:</p> + +<p>“Taking a ride, are you? Well, it’s a nice +morning.”</p> + +<p>“Isn’t it! Just beautiful. Yes, I’m going to +Mt. Vernon Place.”</p> + +<p>“Whew! you are? Well, this is the wrong +car—Never mind. You can transfer. Mt. +Vernon Place is a long way from here and quite +the swellest part of the town; you know that, +I suppose.”</p> + +<p>“It’s where Bonny-Gay lives.”</p> + +<p>“Oh! indeed. Well, don’t you worry. I’ll +look out for you and pass you along. Company +allows only one transfer, now, but I’ll fix it. +It’ll be all right. Don’t worry.”</p> + +<p>Mary Jane had not the slightest intention of +worrying. That was something she had never<span class="pagenum" id="Page_67">[67]</span> +done until the night before, and then about her +missing father. But in this brilliant sunshine, +with the world all her own, so to speak, even +that anxiety had disappeared. He would be +sure to return and very soon. He loved them +all so dearly, and even for herself, if there were +none others, he would come. He couldn’t live +without her; he had often told her so. Therefore +she merely hoped he was having as good +a time, at that moment, as she was; and settled +herself serenely in her place to enjoy everything.</p> + +<p>She never forgot the first part of that day’s +ride. There were few passengers in the car +and these were all men, quite able to look out +for themselves; so the conductor remained near +her and talked of the places they passed, pointing +out this building and that, for Mary Jane’s +enlightenment. She bestowed upon each an +attention that was quite flattering to her entertainer, +till the car turned another corner +and he had to move away. People came more +frequently now and at every block of their advance, +the men and women seemed to Mary +Jane to crowd and hurry more and more. They +almost crushed her own small person, climbing<span class="pagenum" id="Page_68">[68]</span> +past her, but she still clung sturdily to the outer +corner of her seat, as her friend, the conductor, +had bidden her.</p> + +<p>“No need for you to move up, little girl. +You’ll be changing after a bit, and it’ll be easier +for them than you.”</p> + +<p>Right in the very business part of the city +the car stopped and he came back to her, thrusting +a pale green slip of paper into her hand, +and hurriedly lifting her out.</p> + +<p>“That’s your transfer. Yonder’s your car. +Give that paper to the other conductor. He’ll +help you on. Say, Snyder!” he called to his +co-laborer. “This kid’s for Vernon Place. Put +her off at Charles street, will you? and pass her +along. I’ll make it right with the company.”</p> + +<p>Then he was gone and Mary Jane stood bewildered +in the midst of a throng of vehicles, +and street cars, and busy, rushing people. For +an instant her head whirled, then she saw the +impatient beckoning of conductor Snyder, and +swung herself toward the waiting car. A man, +into whose path she had hopped, caught her +up and placed her on the platform, and again +she was off.</p> + +<p>But this time she was merely one of a crowd<span class="pagenum" id="Page_69">[69]</span> +and the ticket collecting kept Mr. Snyder too +busy to bother with any single passenger. Indeed, +some slight hindrance just as they reached +Charles street put Mary Jane and her destination +quite out of mind, and it was not until +they had gone some blocks beyond and he had +chanced to come near her again that she ventured +to ask:</p> + +<p>“Are we almost there?”</p> + +<p>“Where’s there?”</p> + +<p>“He—he said—Charles street,” she answered +abashed by his brusque manner.</p> + +<p>“Charles street! Why, that’s long back. +Did you want to get off there? Oh! I forgot. +You’re the child—Well, such as you ought not +to be traveling alone. Here. I’ll put you off +now, you can walk back. Ask anybody you +meet, and they’ll direct you. Wait. I’ll give +you another transfer. It’s against rules, but +the other fellow’s responsible.”</p> + +<p>This time it was a yellow slip Mary Jane +received and again she was set down in the +midst of a confusing crowd. She was in imminent +danger of being run over, and saw that; so +promptly retreated to the curbstone and from +thence watched the unending procession of cars,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_70">[70]</span> +which followed one another without a moment’s +break. For just there it happened that many +railway lines used the same tracks and it would +have puzzled a much more experienced person +than Mary Jane to distinguish between them.</p> + +<p>Finally, she grew so tired and confused with +the watching and the racket that she resolved +to walk; and set out boldly in the direction from +which she had come, scanning the street name-signs +upon the corners. It seemed to her she +would never come to that she sought, but she +did, at last; and here a new difficulty presented.</p> + +<p>“Which way shall I go? this—or that? Oh! +dear! The time is going so fast and I don’t +get there. I’ll have to ask somebody the way.”</p> + +<p>But though she made several shy little efforts +to attract attention, not a passer-by paused to +answer her low question. Almost all fancied +her an unfortunate, petitioning alms; and some +thought her a street merchant with something +to sell. Many and many an one had gone by, +till in the midst of all these men she saw a +woman.</p> + +<p>Only a scrub-woman, to be sure, on her way +to some office to her daily labor; but she paused +when the cripple spoke to her and looked with<span class="pagenum" id="Page_71">[71]</span> +feminine curiosity at the plainly clothed child in +her expensive hat.</p> + +<p>“Mt. Vernon Place! Why, child alive, it’s +miles from here! Away up yonder. This is +Charles and it does run straight enough, that’s +so, to where you want to go. But it’s so far, +little girl. And you a cripple. You’d much +best go back home and let some older person do +your errand. Whatever was your ma thinkin’ +of, to send you such a bout?”</p> + +<p>“She didn’t send me, I came because I +wished. Can you tell me which car is right? +and will this yellow ticket pay my way?”</p> + +<p>The woman examined the transfer-slip, +glanced at a clock on a near-by building, and +shook her head.</p> + +<p>“That’s the car, all right, but that transfer’s +no good. After fifteen minutes they won’t take +’em, and it’s half an hour or more. No. You’ll +have to pay a second fare. I’ll help you on, if +you like. Where do you live?”</p> + +<p>“Ninety-seven, Dingy street.”</p> + +<p>“The land! That’s almost the jumping off +place of the city. Did they give you only +money enough to ride twice.”</p> + +<p>“My mother gave me ten cents,” answered<span class="pagenum" id="Page_72">[72]</span> +Mary Jane, proudly, yet somehow, the fortune +which had seemed so big, a little while before, +now appeared very small and inadequate.</p> + +<p>“Pshaw! If I had a cent I’d give it to you. +I don’t know what you’d better do.”</p> + +<p>“I know. I’ll walk. And thank you for telling +me the way. If I keep right on this street, +and go up and up, will I surely, surely get +there.”</p> + +<p>“Sure. I know, ’cause I used to clean up in +that neighborhood. I hope you’ll have luck. +Good-by.”</p> + +<p>“Good-by,” answered Mary Jane, smilingly.</p> + +<p>The momentary pause and conversation had +rested her and she now felt wholly equal to any +demands upon her strength. If she had merely +to follow this one avenue till she came in sight +of the monument and the lion, why! that was +as easy as A, B, C! So she set out with fresh +courage and full enjoyment of every novel sight +or sound by the way; though, all the while, +watchfully reading the street sign at every +corner she reached.</p> + +<p>It was almost two hours later that she came +in sight of the Place. She knew it in a moment,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_73">[73]</span> +even though she had had but the one brief description +of it from Bonny-Gay’s lips, and she +felt as if she had come into a new and wonderful +world.</p> + +<p>“How big and still and—and—finished it +looks! And, oh! how tired I am. My arms +ache like they never did before, and I can hardly +hold my crutches. I’ll get to that low stone +round the monument—that’s where she sits +with the Gray Gentleman—and I’ll get rested. +Then I’ll look all around and pick out her house. +I shall know it because she said it was all covered +with vines and there was a big yard behind, +with trees and things. Oh! how good it is to +sit down.”</p> + +<p>So good, indeed, that before she knew it the +exhausted little maid had dropped her head +upon the curbing and fallen fast asleep.</p> + +<p>There Mr. Weems discovered her and would +have roused her to send her home. But a second +glance at her convinced him that this was +no child of that locality, and that she seemed +a very weary little girl, indeed. So he simply +folded his own jacket and placed it under her +head and left her to recover herself.</p> + +<p>She awoke after a little time and sat up, confused<span class="pagenum" id="Page_74">[74]</span> +and rather frightened. Till she suddenly +remembered where she was and, seeing a gardener +at work upon a grass-plot near, decided +at once that he must be the owner of Max. She +saw, too, the coat which had formed her pillow +and knew that he must have placed it there. +With a glad cry she caught up her crutches and +swung herself toward the keeper:</p> + +<p>“Oh! sir, I thank you. I was so tired and +the coat was lovely soft. And I know you. +You’re Mr. Weems, the gardener, and I’ve seen +Max. He’s at our house, I mean he was—last +night. And he will be again, ’cause he’s with +father, who’ll fetch him back. Father just +loves dogs and animals. And say, please, which +is Bonny-Gay’s house?”</p> + +<p>“Bless my soul! You don’t say? Then you +must belong around here, though I didn’t think +it. You’ve seen Max, and you ask for our +Bonny-Gay! Well, you’ve struck trouble both +times. He’s in trouble enough, but she in worse. +That’s her home, yonder, on the west corner. +The green house I call it; with those doctors’ +carriages in front of it.”</p> + +<p>“It is? Why, how funny. What’s all that +straw for?”</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_75">[75]</span>The gardener shook his head, sadly, and +hastily flicked away at his eyes.</p> + +<p>“That’s to deaden all the noise. Bonny-Gay +is a very, very sick little girl and there’s +about one chance in a thousand, folks think, +for her to get well. She was in an accident, +yesterday. Got thrown out a carriage. The +gentleman that took her driving is almost +crazy with grief about it and—What’s that? +What’s that you say? You was with her? +You? And that’s her hat—Upon my word, it +is. She showed it to me, the very first day +she had it, while she was out here waiting to +go driving with her folks. And she’s the only +one they’ve got. I reckon her poor father +would give all his millions of dollars and not +stop a minute to think about it, if he could +make her well by doing it. Poor man, I pity +him!”</p> + +<p>“It was Max did it, you know. I’ve come +to see her, and you mustn’t tell me she’s so sick +as that. Why, she was that beautiful to me—I—I—”</p> + +<p>Waiting not an instant longer, and despite +the gardener’s warning, Mary Jane clicked +across the smooth path, over the street, and up<span class="pagenum" id="Page_76">[76]</span> +to the very front door of the mansion, wherein +lay a precious little form, incessantly watched +by a crowd of nurses and friends.</p> + +<p>The outer door was ajar, a footman standing +just within, keeping guard and ready to answer +in a whisper the constant string of inquiries +which neighbors sent to make. Past him, while +he was talking to another, slipped Mary Jane, +her crutches making no sound upon the thick +carpet. One thought possessed her, one only; +and made her almost unconscious of the novel +scenes about her. Bonny-Gay was ill. Bonny-Gay +might die. Well, she would have one more +glimpse of that beloved face, no matter who +tried to stop her.</p> + +<p>Her brain worked fast. Sick people were +generally up-stairs; up-stairs she sped. Sick +folks had to be quiet. She paused an instant +and peered down the dim corridor. She saw +that as the people passing along this hall approached +a distant door they moved even more +gently and cautiously. In that room, then, lay +her darling!</p> + +<p>It seemed like the passage of some bird, so +swift she was and so unerring, for before even +the most watchful of the nurses could intervene<span class="pagenum" id="Page_77">[77]</span> +she had entered the darkened chamber and +crossed to a white cot in the middle of it. By +that time it was too late to stop her. Any noise, +any excitement, however trivial, might prove +fatal, the doctors thought.</p> + +<p>Bonny-Gay lay, shorn of her beautiful curls, +almost as white as her pillows. But the small +head moved restlessly, incessantly, and the silence +of the night had given place to a delirious, +rambling talk. All her troubled fancies seemed +to be of the last scenes she had witnessed: the +“Playgrounds,” with the eager children crowding +them. She was see-sawing with Jimmy +O’Brien, and hoeing cabbages with the baby. +She laughed at some inner picture of his absurd +accidents, and finally, as some peril menaced +him, raised her shoulders slightly and shrieked:</p> + +<p>“Mary Jane! Oh! Mary Jane—come +quick!”</p> + +<p>All the watchers caught their breath—startled, +fearful of the worst. Yet upon the +silence that followed the cry, there rose the +sweetest, the gladdest of voices:</p> + +<p>“Why, yes, Bonny-Gay! I’ve come!”</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_78">[78]</span> + +<h2 class="nobreak">CHAPTER VI<br /> + + +<small>THE FLIGHT AND FRIGHT OF MARY JANE</small></h2> +</div> + +<p><span class="smcap">Again</span> Mary Jane’s thoughts had been swift. +She recalled the fact that “when Joe Stebbins +had the fever and talked crazy-like, the doctor +said we must answer just as if ’twas the way +he said. ’Twould have made him worse to +argue him different,” and with this reflection +made her instant response.</p> + +<p>Now Bonny-Gay had either been less ill than +they fancied, or the crisis had been reached; +for at that cheerful reply she opened her blue +eyes and looked into the eager face so near +them. For a brief time she said no more, seeming +to seek for some explanation of those +troubled dreams from the steadfast smile of her +new friend; then she stretched out her hand and +Mary Jane caught it rapturously between her +own palms.</p> + +<p>“You—you look nice in my hat. But I<span class="pagenum" id="Page_79">[79]</span> +thought—I thought—I was at your park. Yet +it’s home, isn’t it, after all. How dark it is, and +how tired I am. I guess I’ll go to sleep a few +minutes. Though I’m very pleased to see you, +Mary Jane.”</p> + +<p>Through the hearts of all in the room shot +a thrill of thankfulness, yet nobody moved as +the injured child dropped at once into a quiet +sleep which meant, the doctors knew, the saving +of her life and reason.</p> + +<p>Mrs. McClure had kept up bravely, till that +moment, but now her strength was leaving her +in the shock of her sudden relief and joy.</p> + +<p>“Tell the girl not to move nor draw her +hand away—till Bonny herself releases it;” she +whispered, as an attendant led her noiselessly +out of the chamber.</p> + +<p>She did not know how long and difficult a +task she had set the unwelcome visitor; for +while she herself sank into a much needed rest +the sick child still slept that deep, refreshing +slumber which was to restore her to health.</p> + +<p>The hours passed. The doctors went silently +away. One nurse took up a watchful position +near the bed and remained almost as motionless +as the chair she occupied. A gray-haired man<span class="pagenum" id="Page_80">[80]</span> +appeared at the doorway, took one long, delighted +look at the small figure on the cot, +barely seeing the other child beside it, and went +away again. This was the anxious father and +he moved with the lightness of one from whom +an intolerable burden has been removed.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile, a second nurse took observation +now and then of Mary Jane. The position into +which the cripple had sprung, in her eager clasp +of Bonny-Gay’s hand, was a trying one. Half-bent +forward, with no support for any portion +of her body save that sidewise seat upon the +foot of the cot, it was inevitable that muscles +should stiffen and limbs ache, even in a stronger +frame than Mary Jane’s. Besides that, she was +very hungry, almost faint. Her slight breakfast +had been taken very early, and since then +she had not tasted any food, though it was now +midafternoon. Presently, she felt her head +grow dizzy. Bonny-Gay’s face upon the pillow +appeared to be strangely contorted and the clasp +of the small hand within her own to become +vise-like and icy in its grip. She began to +suffer tortures, all over, everywhere. Even her +useless legs were prickling and “going to +sleep,” like any overtaxed limb. She feared<span class="pagenum" id="Page_81">[81]</span> +she would fall forward, in spite of all her will, +and that might mean—death to Bonny-Gay! +She knew, of her own intuition, that she must +not move, even without the whispered command +of Mrs. McClure, and in her heart she +began to say a little prayer for strength to hold +herself steady till her task was at an end.</p> + +<p>Then, all at once, she felt that the crutches +resting against her side were being noiselessly +lifted away. Somebody, who moved as if on +air, was putting a rolled up pillow under her +own tired chest; another at her side—her back; +and beneath the heavy feet a great soft cushion +that was like her own mother’s lap, for restfulness.</p> + +<p>She turned her head and looked up into the +kind face of the trained nurse and smiled her +most grateful smile, for she dared not speak. +The white-capped woman smiled back and silently +held forward a plate on which was some +carefully cut up food. Then she forked a morsel +and held it to Mary Jane’s lips, which opened +and closed upon it with an eagerness that was +almost greedy, so famished was she.</p> + +<p>“How queer it is!” thought the little girl, +“that anybody should bother that way about<span class="pagenum" id="Page_82">[82]</span> +just me!” then swallowed another mouthful of +the delicious chicken. A bit of roll followed +the chicken, and after that a glass of milk. +With every portion so administered, Mary +Jane’s fatigue and dizziness disappeared till, +by the time the nurse had fed her all that the +plate contained, she felt so rested and refreshed +she fancied that she could have sat on thus forever, +if Bonny-Gay had so needed.</p> + +<p>“Oh! how good I feel!”</p> + +<p>Bonny-Gay was awake at last, and, of her +own accord, withdrew her hand from Mary +Jane’s clasp.</p> + +<p>“Why—why, is that you, Mary Jane? Why +doesn’t somebody make it light in here? How +came you—Oh! I remember. You came to see +me and I went to sleep. I don’t know what +made me do that. Wasn’t very polite, was it? +Now, I’ll get up and be dressed and then we’ll +play something.”</p> + +<p>But as she tried to rise she sank back in surprise.</p> + +<p>“That’s queer. There’s something the matter +with me. One of my legs feels—it doesn’t +feel at all. Seems as if it was a marble leg, +like ‘Father George’s.’ Whatever ails me?”</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_83">[83]</span>Mary Jane’s answer was prompt enough, +though the nurses would have suppressed it if +they had had time.</p> + +<p>“I guess it’s broken. That’s all.”</p> + +<p>“Broken! My leg? What do you +mean?”</p> + +<p>“Oh! I forgot. You haven’t been real awake +since it happened. Max—”</p> + +<p>“Child!” interposed the nurse who had fed +her.</p> + +<p>“Oh! mustn’t I tell?”</p> + +<p>The two white-capped women exchanged +glances. After all, their patient would have to +learn about her own condition; and children +had often ways of their own which proved +wiser than grown folks thought.</p> + +<p>“Ye-s, you may tell.”</p> + +<p>“You were thrown out the carriage. Don’t +you remember? Max had run away to find +you, and when he did, he didn’t stop to think +of anything else. He just jumped right into +the carriage, where you and the Gray Gentleman +and the baby and I were all riding splendid. +That made the horses afraid and they +acted bad. You got tumbled out and broke +your leg. That’s all.”</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_84">[84]</span>“That’s—all! Why, Mary Jane! You say +it as if—as if—you didn’t care!”</p> + +<p>Bonny-Gay began to cry, softly.</p> + +<p>“Yes I did say that’s all, because that +isn’t much. It’s a good job it wasn’t your +head. A broken leg gets well quick; quicker’n +ever if it’s only a little leg like yours. If it +was your mother’s now, or your father’s, you +might worry. But, my sake! I wouldn’t +mind a little thing like that if I were you. +To lie in this heavenly room, with all the +pictures and pretty things, and folks to wait +on you every minute, why—I’d think I was +the best off little girl in the world if I were +you.”</p> + +<p>“But I can’t walk on it, nobody knows when. +Nor go out-doors, nor—nor—I think you’re a +mean girl, Mary Jane Bump!”</p> + +<p>The cripple was too astonished to reply. She +had pushed herself from her hard position upon +the cot’s foot to a chair which the nurse had +placed for her, and was leaning back in it with +supreme content. In all her little life she had +never sat upon anything so luxurious and restful. +How could any child mind anything, who +was as fortunate as the daughter of such a<span class="pagenum" id="Page_85">[85]</span> +home? Astonishment, also, at finding that her +new friend was not wholly the “angel” she had +hitherto supposed her to be, kept her silent. But +she was rather glad to find this out. It made +the other girl seem nearer to her own level of +imperfection, and she speedily reflected that +sick people were often cross, yet didn’t mean +to be so.</p> + +<p>Bonny-Gay herself swiftly repented her hard +speech and looking around the room, inquired:</p> + +<p>“Did I sleep very long?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, dear, a long time. We are all so glad +of that,” answered the nurse, holding a spoon to +the patient’s lips, just as she had done to +Mary Jane’s, who laughed outright exclaiming:</p> + +<p>“That was the funniest thing! When I was +holding your hand, Bonny-Gay, she fed me just +that way, too! Me! Mary Jane Bump! +Chicken, and biscuit and milk! ’Twas prime, +I tell you!”</p> + +<p>“Fed you? Why?”</p> + +<p>“’Cause I was holding your hand and +couldn’t feed myself. I s’pose she thought, +maybe, I was hungry. I was, too.”</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_86">[86]</span>“Did you hold it all the time I was asleep, +Mary Jane?”</p> + +<p>“Yes. Course. You wasn’t to be waked up +till you did it yourself.”</p> + +<p>A moment’s silence; then said Bonny-Gay:</p> + +<p>“I am too ashamed of myself to look at you. +What must you think of me, Mary Jane?”</p> + +<p>“I think I love you, dearly.”</p> + +<p>“I don’t see how you can, but I’m glad of +it. Where is my mother, nurse?”</p> + +<p>Mrs. McClure bent over the cot and kissed +her daughter, murmuring tender words of love +and delight; and for a space neither remembered +Mary Jane.</p> + +<p>However, she had just remembered her own +mother and the fact that she had been long from +home. Also, that that home lay at the end of a +long, strange and distracting journey, for one +so ignorant of travel as she, and that through +the window she could see that it was already +twilight. She waited a bit, for a chance to +bid good-night to Bonny-Gay and to say how +glad she was that she was better, and to thank +the nurse for being so kind to herself. But nobody +seemed to have any thought for her just +then.</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_87">[87]</span>The gray-haired father had come into the +room and bent beside his wife over the cot +where lay their one darling child; and, seeing +the parents thus occupied with their own feelings, +both nurses had considerately turned their +backs upon the scene and were busying themselves +in arranging the chamber for the night’s +watch.</p> + +<p>“I dare not wait a minute longer! I should +be afraid, I think, to get in the car alone at +night. I was hardly ever out after dark. I’d +like to make my manners pretty, as mother +said, but I can’t wait.”</p> + +<p>Moved by the same delicacy which had made +the nurses turn their backs upon the group at +the bedside, Mary Jane silently picked up her +crutches and hopped away. Finding the way +out was easier, even, than finding it in. The +halls were now all lighted by wonderful lamps +overhead and the same stately footman stood +just within the outer entrance.</p> + +<p>“However did such a creature as this get +in and I not see her?” he wondered, as the +little hunchback came swiftly toward him. +“Well, better out than in, that’s sure. No +knowing what harm it would do the little<span class="pagenum" id="Page_88">[88]</span> +missy if she caught sight of an object like +that!”</p> + +<p>Which shows how little the people who live +in one house may understand of each other’s +ideas; and explains the rapidity with which he +showed Mary Jane through the door and closed +it upon her.</p> + +<p>After the lighted hallway the outside world +seemed darker than ever, even though the days +were yet long and twilight lingered. But to-night +the sky was clouded and a storm impending. +Already in the west there were +flashes of lightning, and though, in ordinary, +Mary Jane delighted in an electric storm, just +then it made her think the more longingly of +home and its security.</p> + +<p>“Besides, if I should get my fresh clean dress +all wet, that would make work for mother. I’m +glad I forgot that hat, though. That’ll have to +be dry, anyway, now; and maybe after all, when +Bonny-Gay gets well she may want it herself. +It was her mother gave it to me, not her. Now +which way—I guess this. Oh! I know! I’ll +find that gardener, Mr. Weems, and he’s so +nice and kind he’ll show me the way to go. +Maybe, after all, there is another car goes<span class="pagenum" id="Page_89">[89]</span> +nearer to Dingy street than that one I took first +and—There’s a man. It might be him. I’ll +run and see.”</p> + +<p>But when she had clicked across the path to +where the man stood he had already begun to +move away, and she saw that he was not at all +like the gardener. So she paused, irresolute, +trying to recall by which of the several avenues +leading from it she had entered the Place.</p> + +<p>There were people hurrying homeward in +each direction, and a few smart equipages were +whirling past; but nobody paused to glance at +her, save with that half-shudder of repugnance +to which she was quite accustomed when she +met strangers, and that had rarely wounded her +feelings as it did just then and there.</p> + +<p>“Well, I can’t help that. And I don’t mind +it for myself, not now at all, since I know +about poor father. He’s the one feels worst for +it. And that I shall tell him the very minute +I see him. So let them look and turn away, if +they wish. Looks don’t hurt, really, and oh! +dear! if I only could remember the street I +ought to take. Charles, of course. I know that +and there it is; but whether to go to that side or +this—”</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_90">[90]</span>In the midst of her perplexity the electric current +was turned on and the Place was suddenly +and noiselessly flooded with a light as of day. +Courage came back and after another hasty +scrutiny of the streets, to discover some landmark +that she could recall, she saw the monument +and the lion, and ran toward them as if +they had been old friends.</p> + +<p>“Bonny-Gay loves them, and so does the +Gray Gentleman, and they do look as quiet and +peaceful as can be. I stopped there, I know, +and maybe I’ll think it out better there.”</p> + +<p>Yet even in that reposeful place Mary Jane +could gain no new ideas as to her course, +nor was anybody near to whom she could apply.</p> + +<p>The gardener had long since gone home for +the night, and in desperation, Mary Jane determined +to appeal to the very first person who +came by. This proved to be a young man, with +a cane and eyeglasses; and he appeared to be +extremely busy. The little girl thought he +must also be one of the “aristocratics” of +whom her father spoke so contemptuously, because +when she had asked him to “please tell +me the way to Dingy street?” he had scarcely<span class="pagenum" id="Page_91">[91]</span> +glanced at her but had haughtily replied: +“Never heard of such a place.”</p> + +<p>“Hmm. Too bad. Father says they don’t +any of them know very much, and I’m sorry. +Don’t know where Dingy street is, indeed! +when I know it myself, even a little girl like +me and have lived there always. I mean ever +since I was a baby and we left the country. +That, mother says, was the mistake we made. +In the country father didn’t drink and lose his +work. Well, we’ll go again, some day, when I +get big and strong, and can help more with the +wash. We could earn a lot, mother and me +together, if I was big.”</p> + +<p>She lost herself in her day dreams for a little +and awoke from them with a start, to find the +twilight altered to real night, while the electric +gleams from the lamps overhead were brighter +than ever and their shadows more like ink upon +the pavement. Mary Jane had never seen such +brilliancy as this, and again she forgot herself +in studying her surroundings and enjoying the +vivid green of the grass and shrubs.</p> + +<p>A certain clump of flowers, glowing in the +radiance, attracted her especially and she felt +that she must put her face down on them, to<span class="pagenum" id="Page_92">[92]</span> +smell them, before she lost sight of them forever.</p> + +<p>“For I don’t s’pose I’ll ever come this way +again. I couldn’t expect it. Mother couldn’t +spare the money even if she could me and—even +if I ever get back to her again!” she concluded, +with a frightened sigh. But the beautiful +blossoms enticed her, and in her own down +town park, which had been thrown open to +whoever of the poor would enjoy them, there +were few “Keep off” signs and the few quite +disregarded. This she had explained to Bonny-Gay; +and what was true of one park in the city +should be true of all.</p> + +<p>So she hopped nimbly over the velvet lawn +to where the flowers gleamed scarlet and white +and wonderful, and bending above them thrust +her face deep down into their loveliness. Oh! +how sweet they were! and so crisp and almost +caressing in their touch upon her cheek.</p> + +<p>“Dear flowers! I wouldn’t hurt you, you +know that, don’t you! I wouldn’t break a single +one of you, no, not for anything. Seems +like you’d feel it if your stems were broken, +poor things. But I’ll not harm you. No, indeedy. +Only I wish—I wish I could just take<span class="pagenum" id="Page_93">[93]</span> +one tiny, tiny piece home to mother. But I +wouldn’t break you, even for her!”</p> + +<p>“Well, I guess you’d better not! What are +you doing here? How dare you come on this +grass? Can’t you read the signs?”</p> + +<p>Mary Jane looked up, and was immediately +terrified. It was a policeman who held her +arm, and all the wild stories she had heard of +arrests and imprisonment flashed into her mind.</p> + +<p>In Dingy street there was, also, a policeman; +but a friendly soul whom all the children loved, +and whose own home was close to theirs. It +was he who had saved many a baby’s life, from +careless passing vehicles, when busy mothers +had not the time to watch them as they should; +and his blue uniform represented to Mary +Jane’s mind an all-powerful guardian, to whom +appeal was never made in vain.</p> + +<p>But this six-foot officer, with his glitter and +dignity, his harsh voice and vise-like clutch—this +was the majesty of law outraged.</p> + +<p>“Oh! what have I done! I didn’t mean it—I +didn’t—” gasped the frightened child, and +wrenching herself loose swung away upon her +crutches, faster even than the officer could have +pursued her, even if he had been so minded.</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_94">[94]</span>He did not even attempt to follow her, but +watched her flight, with a chuckle of amusement.</p> + +<p>“Scared her well, that time, the little vagrant. +Well, it’s right a lesson was given ’em. +If every child who wanted to smell the bushes +was let, what would our parks look like!”</p> + +<p>“Like bits of Paradise, as they should;” +answered a voice behind him, so suddenly that +the policeman wheeled about to find himself +face to face with a resident of the Place himself.</p> + +<p>As for Mary Jane she neither saw whither +she fled nor scarcely breathed before she had +collided with a swiftly advancing figure, and +found both herself and it thrown down. Captured +after all! Her eyes closed with a snap, +as there seemed to rise before them the vision +of a station house, filled with frowning policemen, +and herself in the midst, a helpless +prisoner.</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_95">[95]</span> + +<h2 class="nobreak">CHAPTER VII<br /> + + +<small>ON THE WAY HOME</small></h2> +</div> + +<p><span class="smcap">“Well,</span> upon my word!”</p> + +<p>Mary Jane opened her eyes. Then she rubbed +them to see more clearly. Indeed, she rubbed +them twice before she made out her mistake +and was able to say:</p> + +<p>“Oh! I am so sorry! I—I didn’t mean—but +I can’t be arrested! I can’t—my mother—I—.”</p> + +<p>She scrambled up somehow, picked her +crutches from the ground and set off again. +She dared not look behind her but was quite +sure that the hard-faced policeman was in full +pursuit. Off she was, indeed, only to be +brought to a sudden stop, while a shiver of +fear ran through her. But she made no further +outcry and rested quietly upon her wooden +feet, to hear her doom.</p> + +<p>“Why, you poor little girl! You look +scared. You haven’t done any harm, not a<span class="pagenum" id="Page_96">[96]</span> +bit. In fact, you’ve saved me quite a chase. +I’m not so swift as you are, hard as I tried +to catch you.”</p> + +<p>Mary Jane shivered and still said nothing, +nor could she lift her eyes from the ground. +Their gaze rested idly upon the man’s feet and +she fancied that the gloss upon his shoes +equalled the radiance of the electric light.</p> + +<p>“And now that I have caught you, I want +to thank you, with all my heart, for your kindness +to my precious child. I believe the good +Lord sent you, just in the nick of time, with +your ready answer and your readier sympathy. +Yet to think that, after all this, you should run +away, at night and alone. You poor, brave +little child.”</p> + +<p>Then she heard, through her puzzled understanding, +another voice speaking in jesting surprise.</p> + +<p>“Turn your back on an old friend, would +you, Miss Bump! Well, we will have to see +about that, indeed!”</p> + +<p>Those were tones to banish fear! and now, in +truth, Mary Jane’s eyes were raised and she +saw standing there and smiling down upon her +none other than the Gray Gentleman.</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_97">[97]</span>The revulsion of feeling was too much for +her self-control, and dropping her face against +his hand she began to cry, with all the abandon +of those who seldom weep.</p> + +<p>“Why, little girl! What is it? Were you +so badly frightened as all that? There, there. +You’re with friends now, child, who love you +and will take care of you.”</p> + +<p>With that she felt herself lifted in the Gray +Gentleman’s arms, and her head forced gently +down upon his shoulder, while her crutches fell +noisily to the stones. However, they were +promptly picked up again by the other gentleman, +who was also gray—as to hair and beard—and +who made almost as much noise as the +crutches, because he kept blowing his nose so +vigorously. Then she heard him softly slap +her own Gray Gentleman’s free shoulder and +exclaim, in a husky voice:</p> + +<p>“It’s all right, neighbor! The Lord has +been good to us. Bonny-Gay is almost herself +again and was laughing—actually laughing—to +see me, her dignified daddy, run out +of her room to try a race with Miss Mary +Jane here. Oh! it’s too good to be true!” +and again there was a tremendous flourish<span class="pagenum" id="Page_98">[98]</span> +of handkerchief, and a sound like a small fog +horn.</p> + +<p>“Thank God!” murmured the Gray Gentleman, +and Mary Jane felt him tremble. Instinctively +she raised her head to comfort him +and touched his thin cheek timidly with her +lips.</p> + +<p>But there was no timidity in the kiss he returned +her as he set her upon the ground, and +with all his usual cheerfulness, demanded:</p> + +<p>“Well, little traveler, how do you propose +to get home again?”</p> + +<p>“I don’t know!” The tone was a happy +one and seemed to mean: “And I don’t care! +You are to find the way for me!”</p> + +<p>“You don’t, eh? But I’m thinking that +good mother of yours will be hungry for a +sight of your face, and it’s time we remembered +her. Mothers are queer bodies. They like to +have their youngsters around them, be they +never so bothersome. Yet, since she’s waited +so long, I think it will do no harm for her to +wait a while longer. I’d like to have you pay +me a little visit, as well as Bonny-Gay, and +I’ll invite you to my house to take supper with<span class="pagenum" id="Page_99">[99]</span> +a lonely old fellow who’ll entertain you as well +as he can.”</p> + +<p>It was hard to refuse, she would so much +have liked to see the home of her friend, of the +friend of all the children whom she knew. But +the vision of her mother, waiting and anxious, +was too much for her loyal heart, so she declined +as prettily as she knew how, only requesting:</p> + +<p>“Now, please, you are to tell me the quickest +way home to Dingy street and I’ll go. You +must know it, for you’ve been there so often.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, I know it, and I’ll take you at once. +I’ll do more. I’ll invite myself to supper with +you after I get there, since you can’t stop with +me.”</p> + +<p>“Very well,” said Mary Jane, though not +with much enthusiasm. She was afraid he +would think her mother’s supper a poor one. +However, he was quite welcome to what they +had, and she added more cordially: “I know +mother’d think it an honor, only I’d have to +stop at the baker’s on the way.”</p> + +<p>She didn’t quite understand why both gentlemen +laughed so heartily. They now seemed in<span class="pagenum" id="Page_100">[100]</span> +a mood, each one of them, to laugh at any and +everything which happened, and Bonny-Gay’s +father teased the other a little about his great +appetite, which required the contents of a bake-shop +to satisfy. Then he added, with a manner +that admitted of no denial:</p> + +<p>“But you’ll have to defer your visit, neighbor, +till another time. I claim the privilege of +conveying this young lady to her destination, +and my man has already summoned a cab. +Here it comes, now; for I’d rather trust a city +cabby to find out odd places than my own +coachman.”</p> + +<p>Here came the cab, indeed, and from the +vine-clad mansion on the corner also came a +liveried servant bearing a big basket tightly +covered.</p> + +<p>“With the mistress’ compliments, and Miss +Bonny-Gay is sending this to the baby.”</p> + +<p>“Good enough!” answered the happy +father, and took Mary Jane from the Gray +Gentleman’s arms; who handed her crutches in +after her, and himself closed the door of the +cab with a cheerful snap.</p> + +<p>“Some other time, then, Mary Jane, I’ll expect +a visit from you. My regards to your<span class="pagenum" id="Page_101">[101]</span> +mother and I will be down your way before +long. Good-by.”</p> + +<p>Mary Jane’s head whirled with the strangeness +of it all. What a day it had been! And +how simple and kind was this gray-haired +father, who didn’t look half so strong as her +own absent one, but who talked so fast and +asked so many questions that, before she at all +realized what she was doing, the cripple had +given him their whole family history. Save +and excepting, of course, anything which related +to her own affliction and its cause, or any +possible fault of her beloved father.</p> + +<p>“He works—I mean, he did work—for the +B. & B. railroad folks. He—he—isn’t working +just now. He went away, for a little while, +but I guess he’s back again. Won’t he be surprised +to hear all that’s happened to me? He’ll +be glad, after all, that she didn’t—Oh! my +sake! what am I saying!”</p> + +<p>At mention of the Company, the gentleman +beside her had given a little start of surprise, +but Mary Jane fancied that the jolting of the +cab had moved him. She expressed her regret +for the accident and added:</p> + +<p>“But I like it. I never rode in a carriage<span class="pagenum" id="Page_102">[102]</span> +but once before. That was yesterday when +Bonny-Gay was hurt. But she’ll soon be well, +now, I think. Don’t you?”</p> + +<p>“So I trust. So I trust and believe. But, +tell me a little further of your father. What +sort of work did he do? I happen to know +something about that company and am interested +in the details of all its concerns.”</p> + +<p>“Sometimes he was helping along the +tracks; straightening them, changing the ties, +and such things. Sometimes he was over at +the great sheds they’re building—monstrous +ones, they are, almost all of steel. You ought +just to see them by daylight. Though I guess +I can show them to you even to-night, ’cause +they’re not so very far from our house.”</p> + +<p>“Indeed! Did you say what street it was? +I heard my neighbor give some directions to +the driver for us, but paid little attention.”</p> + +<p>“Dingy street, number 97.”</p> + +<p>“Dingy street! You don’t say! Why, I +know that locality well. Very well, indeed. A +great many of—of the Company’s employees +live around there.”</p> + +<p>“Most all of them do, I guess.”</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_103">[103]</span>“So your father’s out of work, just now?”</p> + +<p>“Yes. But he’ll soon be ‘on’ again, I think. +When he does work he gets real good wages. +That is, if he isn’t ‘docked.’ I reckon the Company +is pretty strict. My mother says they +don’t allow for anything. A man must do his +task or leave it, and that’s the end.”</p> + +<p>“But that is quite right and just, is it +not?”</p> + +<p>“I—suppose—it is. Though poor men can’t +always—I mean, they get discouraged sometimes. +That makes them do and say things +they wouldn’t else. It’s queer and unjust, my +father says, for the Company to have so much +money and their men so little. That’s what +made him glad—I mean not so sorry—when—when—things +happen.”</p> + +<p>Mary Jane paused, confused. Twice she had +nearly told this other father that her own father +had been glad when Bonny-Gay had been hurt. +She knew William Bump would not have said +anything so cruel if he had not been drinking; +she was sure of that, for he was generally so +kind of heart. But even yet she did not imagine +that her companion was himself the president<span class="pagenum" id="Page_104">[104]</span> +and head of that Company whose wages +her father gladly accepted even when he talked +against it most fiercely.</p> + +<p>However, Mr. McClure greatly enjoyed listening +to this frank story of the underworkings +of his vast enterprises. He was not only +a very wealthy and powerful man, he was also +a wise and just one. He felt the responsibilities +of his position, and made it his business +to know all employees by name and character, +so far as that was possible. Over this particular +portion of his affairs, right in his own city, +he had an almost daily supervision, and he +knew William Bump, in some respects, much +better than this loyal little daughter did. His +opinion of the father was very poor, and he had +himself given orders, on the previous day, that +the said William was never again to be taken +on by his managers, “not in any capacity whatsoever.”</p> + +<p>For some distance the gentleman made no +response to Mary Jane’s last remark, and the +silence was broken only by the roll of their own +wheels, the ordinary sounds of the streets +through which they passed, and the increasing +rumble of the thunder. The storm was drawing<span class="pagenum" id="Page_105">[105]</span> +nearer and he wished to escape it, if possible. +He signalled the driver, after a while, +and seeming to rouse himself from some deep +thought, to: “Make haste!”</p> + +<p>The cabman lashed his horses into a gallop, +and remembering the accident of her one other +ride, Mary Jane began to grow afraid. She +was afraid now, also, of this silent gentleman +beside her and longed for her journey to end. +To pass the time she tried to count the lamps +on the street corners as they flew past her in +the gloom, and to watch for the illuminating +flashes of lightning, which came faster and +faster.</p> + +<p>Suddenly, into this silence, Mr. McClure +hurled a stern question, that compelled a truthful +reply, whether she liked to give it or no.</p> + +<p>“Mary Jane, of what was your father glad +when that accident occurred?”</p> + +<p>She caught her breath in alarm; then answered, +frankly:</p> + +<p>“He was glad because—because Bonny-Gay +was hurt.”</p> + +<p>“Why?”</p> + +<p>“Oh! I don’t know. I mean—I guess he +was so sorry about me—being like I am—and<span class="pagenum" id="Page_106">[106]</span> +he thought it wasn’t fair. She was as beautiful +and perfect as I was—was ugly; and her +father had all the money and he had none. But +it wasn’t right and it wasn’t him. Indeed, indeed, +it wasn’t. He didn’t know you, of course, +and he didn’t dream that you could love her +same as he loves me. But he’d be the first—the +very first—to be sorry, after he came to himself.”</p> + +<p>“Hmm. No man, rich or poor, has a right +ever to be other than himself.”</p> + +<p>“I suppose not. But things haven’t gone +right with father since we came from the country.”</p> + +<p>“Humph!” was the contemptuous comment, +and the little girl said no more.</p> + +<p>Oh! if they would only ever get to 97 Dingy +street! Twice, now, she had been allowed the +luxury of a carriage ride and each time how +wretched she had been. At first she had liked +Bonny-Gay’s father almost as much as she had +the Gray Gentleman, when she first knew that +good friend. She had chattered away to him +almost as freely; yet after awhile he had allowed +her to keep up the chatter rather for his +own information than because he had seemed<span class="pagenum" id="Page_107">[107]</span> +interested in her affairs. He was now become +so stern and indifferent that she realized she +had deeply offended him. To her relief, the +cab turned sharply around the next corner and +there she was, at last, in dear, familiar Dingy +street, with its tiny houses that were yet homes; +in one of which was mother Bump, her four +sisters, and the wonderful baby! Possibly, +also, her father; though of him she thought +less, just then, than of the motherly face +which was, to her, the comeliest in all the +world.</p> + +<p>The cab stopped with a jerk. The cabman +leaped down and opened the door. Then he +lifted out the covered basket, and afterward +swung Mary Jane to the ground and supported +her till the gentleman who remained inside the +vehicle handed out her crutches.</p> + +<p>The house door flew open, also, at the sound +of wheels, and Mrs. Bump peered out into the +night.</p> + +<p>“What is it?” she called, her voice trembling +with anxiety. That a carriage should stop +before her humble home foreboded harm to +some of her loved ones, and her first thought +was of her crippled daughter.</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_108">[108]</span>“Here am I, Mother! Home at last;” answered +that daughter’s voice, cheerily.</p> + +<p>Then she turned to thank Mr. McClure for +his kindness to her, but he did not hear her, +apparently. The cab was already being whirled +around, and the driver lashing his horses. A +brilliant gleam of lightning, followed instantly +by a terrific clap of thunder, startled them into +a thought of shelter only. Mrs. Bump saw +through the cab window that the gentleman +raised his hat, then she seized the basket from +the ground, and hurried Mary Jane indoors, +just as the first great drops of a heavy shower +came dashing down.</p> + +<p>“Oh! mother Bump! I never saw such a +lovely place as this dear old home! How glad +I am to be here. Has father come yet?”</p> + +<p>“Not yet, dearie. But he will soon, no +doubt.”</p> + +<p>“I hope he isn’t anywhere out in this storm; +poor father.”</p> + +<p>“Bless you, child! The man has sense, +hasn’t he? Even dumb creatures know enough +to go in when it rains. But tell me fast, darling, +all that’s happened to you since you went +away. My heart! this has been the longest<span class="pagenum" id="Page_109">[109]</span> +day I ever knew! have you had anything to eat? +What made you so late? How came you to be +riding home in such grand style? and where +got you this basket?”</p> + +<p>“It’s the baby’s, mother. Bonny-Gay sent +it to him;” cried the happy girl, running to +seize that crowing infant from his trundle-bed +and to cover his face with kisses. Then she +dropped her crutches and herself upon the floor, +drew the baby to her lap, and from that lowly +position began a swift, but rather mixed history +of events since she had said good-by and +hopped away in the morning.</p> + +<p>The mother listened, losing never a word, +and deftly simplifying matters now and then by +a leading question, while at the same time she +explored the big basket. It had evidently been +filled in haste, and by the direction of Bonny-Gay, +herself.</p> + +<p>“This is for the <i>baby</i>, is it?” laughingly +demanded Mrs. Bump, lifting out a great loaf +of rich cake, carefully wrapped in waxed paper. +“Fine food for a year-old, that is. And this? +and this? My heart, but whoever filled this +basket had a generous streak!”</p> + +<p>A fine roasted chicken, mate to that of which<span class="pagenum" id="Page_110">[110]</span> +Mary Jane had already partaken, it might be, +followed the cake. Then came a picture-book, +a jumble of toys, a box of candy, and an odd +mixture of the things nearest at hand, and of +which the sick child could think.</p> + +<p>But crowning all these gifts, and the only +one packed with any attempt at care, was the +beautiful leghorn hat, with its nodding ostrich +plumes and its general air of elegance.</p> + +<p>“The darling, the darling! She did mean +me to keep it, then!” cried Mary Jane, so delightedly +that the baby immediately pat-a-caked +with noisy vigor.</p> + +<p>Of course, even though they had long since +enjoyed their ordinary supper, the watchful +children were not to be put off without at least +a taste of the baby’s good things; so the mother +cut and divided with exact equality; and after +a feast so hilarious that it brought Joe Stebbins +in from next door to see what was the matter, +everybody was sent to bed; even the tired Mary +Jane, whose heart seemed brim full of both joy +and anxiety.</p> + +<p>She had explained to her mother how she +had chattered to Mr. McClure, hiding nothing,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_111">[111]</span> +even her unwise statement of William Bump’s +animosity toward the other, happier father.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Bump had listened quietly, and she had +pooh-poohed the little girl’s regrets! but her +heart sank. Mr. McClure was the name of the +head of the Company. She knew that, though +Mary Jane did not; and she realized that her +husband’s last chance of reinstatement in the +Company’s employ had been ruined by the very +one who would have sacrificed her very self to +do him good.</p> + +<p>“Poor little daughter! But she must never +know. Never. It would break her loving +heart! And it matters little now whether William +comes home or not!” sighed the troubled +wife and mother, as she laid her own weary +head on her pillow for the night.</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_112">[112]</span> + +<h2 class="nobreak">CHAPTER VIII<br /> + + +<small>CONFIDENCES</small></h2> +</div> + +<p><span class="smcap">“Oh!</span> I am so tired! If I could only just +get up once!” sighed Bonny-Gay.</p> + +<p>“Sick folks always have to stay in bed. +How’d they look, sitting up, I’d like to know?” +answered Mary Jane.</p> + +<p>“But I’m not sick. I’m not sick one bit. +I’m just as well as—as that parrot, yonder.”</p> + +<p>“Tell the truth, tell the truth, tell the truth!” +shrieked Polly.</p> + +<p>Mary Jane laid down the thirteenth doll and +clapped her hands to her sides. “That bird is +the absurdest thing. He makes me laugh till +I ache.”</p> + +<p>“That’s a story, that’s a story!” corrected +Poll.</p> + +<p>“No, it isn’t! No, it isn’t! No, it isn’t!” +mocked Mary Jane, gaily.</p> + +<p>Bonny-Gay laughed, too, and cried out:</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_113">[113]</span>“Mary Jane, you’re the very nicest girl I +know!”</p> + +<p>“Thank you. That’s a dear thing for you +to say. But you’re partial, like mother. Besides, +there isn’t any other girl here, just now.”</p> + +<p>“But I mean it. There isn’t another girl in +the world would come here and be shut up in +the house, day after day, just to amuse me, +’cause my leg’s broken, except you.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, there is,” said Mary Jane, confidently.</p> + +<p>“Who?”</p> + +<p>“You!”</p> + +<p>“Oh! you funny child!”</p> + +<p>“Wouldn’t you? If you and I were each +other—I mean changed places and I was the +sick one, wouldn’t you?”</p> + +<p>“Maybe. I don’t know. I never did like +indoors and would never stay in if I could help +it. Do you s’pose it will be very long now?”</p> + +<p>“No, I guess not. Not if you’re good and +lie still. Wait. I’ll bring all the playthings +around to that other side the bed and that +will rest you. You’ve been looking out this +way a good while now.”</p> + +<p>So Mary Jane industriously hopped around +and transported the thirteen dolls, the bird<span class="pagenum" id="Page_114">[114]</span> +cages, and the parrot stand to a new position, +and leaning on her crutches gently helped the +sick child to turn about as far as she was permitted +to do. A trained nurse was still always +in the room, and Mrs. McClure herself passed +in and out very frequently; but it was Mary +Jane who did most for her friend; Bonny-Gay +declaring that, “Next to Mamma” there was +nobody who understood her whims and desires +without being told them, as the little cripple +did.</p> + +<p>“That’s because we’re just an age, I guess. +Queer, wasn’t it? That you, up in this big +house, and me down in my dear little one, +should both be sent to our folks the very same +day that ever was? ‘Sunday bairns’ should +be the best ones in the world, my mother says. +Only, I wasn’t in my Dingy street house when +I came. I was in the country;” and for some +unexplained reason Mary Jane’s sunny face +clouded suddenly.</p> + +<p>For weeks now, and because Bonny-Gay had +“taken such an extreme fancy to her”—as +Mrs. McClure had herself explained to Mrs. +Bump, when she herself went to ask the favor +of Mary Jane’s attendance in the sick room—the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_115">[115]</span> +helpful child had spent the greater portion +of each day there. It had become quite a matter +of habit in Dingy street that a carriage +should roll up to the door of 97 and that Mary +Jane should go away in it; to be returned at +six o’clock precisely, of the same afternoon. +Dingy street felt itself proud of this state of +things, and every householder held her head +a bit higher because of it. Who’d ever have +dreamed that their own small hunchback would +get to be “carriage folks?” Well, there was +no telling when such glory might not fall to +their own lot, and she’d do them all credit +wherever she went, she had such pretty, loving +ways with her. That she had.</p> + +<p>Now, it was sometimes an inconvenience to +the McClure household that this trip must be +made twice a day; and that very morning Mrs. +McClure entered the chamber to speak with +Mary Jane about it. She had now overcome +her first repugnance at sight of the deformed +little body and saw only the sweet face and +helpfulness. She had, also, offered Mrs. Bump +some compensation for her daughter’s “services; +just the same as any other nurse’s;” but +the poorer mother gently declined.</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_116">[116]</span>“If the dear Lord has given her a chance to +do something for your girl, whom she so loves, +I guess He means it as a sort of compensation +to her for her own afflictions. No, indeed, Mrs. +McClure, I wouldn’t like to taint the sympathy +between those two by any thought of money.”</p> + +<p>To this there could be no answer, and so the +matter rested.</p> + +<p>“Mary Jane, we begin to feel almost as if +you belonged with us, you have been so kind +and good to Bonny-Gay; and what do you say +to staying up here at night, now? At least for +a few nights together, with then one at home?” +asked the lady, as she sat down beside the cot +and watched the undressing of the china seventh +doll, preparatory to its bath.</p> + +<p>Mary Jane looked up quickly, with a sort of +fear coming into her telltale face.</p> + +<p>“Oh! I shouldn’t like that. I mean—of +course, you’re very kind—but I’d have to go +home. I would, indeed.”</p> + +<p>“It’s not kindness on my part, especially. +I thought it might save trouble to both sides; +but, never mind. We’ll go on as usual, for the +present; though I wish you would speak to +your mother about it, when you see her, this<span class="pagenum" id="Page_117">[117]</span> +evening. Now, Bonny-Gay, I have to go out. +Is there anything you fancy, that I can bring +you? I shall be at market and do some shopping. +Think and see, darling.”</p> + +<p>Bonny-Gay’s eyes had rested searchingly +upon Mary Jane’s face. She would have been +delighted herself if her playmate could have +remained all the time in the Place, but she saw +the sudden fear and was puzzled by it. Yet +she did not urge the matter, and the only request +she made of her indulgent mother was:</p> + +<p>“Just bring something new for the baby.”</p> + +<p>Again Mary Jane’s face was troubled and +she exclaimed:</p> + +<p>“Please, Bonny-Gay don’t! He has too +many things already, that you have sent him. +I’d rather not, please.”</p> + +<p>“Very well,” said Mrs. McClure, as she +kissed her little girl and went away. But she +was considerably annoyed. She felt that she +did not exactly “know how to deal with that +class of people,” to which Mary Jane belonged. +She wished that Bonny-Gay had not taken this +absurd fancy of hers. She wished that the +Gray Gentleman had never done that unwise +thing of carrying her daughter into the region<span class="pagenum" id="Page_118">[118]</span> +and knowledge of Dingy street. It was all +very well for him to devote his time still, as +he had all his life and fortune, toward making +the lives of poor children brighter. Everybody +must have a hobby, and that was his, she supposed. +Of course, he was a noble man, and +his name was known far and wide as that of a +philanthropist. Still—Hmm. It would soon +end, anyway. Bonny-Gay was improving rapidly, +and was so perfectly healthy that there +was nothing to fear. And if she needed her +own carriage that evening, and Mary Jane remained +still obstinate, she must be sent home +in a cab. That was all.</p> + +<p>With these thoughts she departed, but she +had in some way left an altered atmosphere behind +her. Her difficulty in understanding “that +class of people” arose from the simple fact +that she had, as yet, no real sympathy with +them. It seemed to her that they were altogether +different from herself; that they were +duller, less capable of any true nobility. But +she was, in reality, kind and good at heart, with +many social cares to tax her nerves, and she +was one day to have her present ignorance enlightened.</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_119">[119]</span>In the silence that followed her exit, Bonny-Gay’s +hand stole softly out and touched Mary +Jane’s cheek, down which a tear was rolling. +And in the child’s touch was that perfect sympathy +which the mother’s tone had lacked.</p> + +<p>“Don’t cry, Mary Jane. He’ll come back.”</p> + +<p>Mary Jane’s head lifted instantly and her +face brightened.</p> + +<p>“How’d you know ’twas that I was thinking +about?”</p> + +<p>“Oh! I knew. After a minute. Not just +at first. Mother didn’t understand. I don’t +s’pose she’s heard yet that he was gone. Move +up nearer. Fix yourself comf’table. Let’s +talk, instead of play dolls, now.”</p> + +<p>Mary Jane pushed her low chair to the +side of the cot, so close now that she could +rest her head against Bonny-Gay’s own pillow.</p> + +<p>“Tell the truth, tell the truth, tell the truth!” +admonished Polly, and in their laughter at his +opportune command they failed to hear that +somebody had entered the room and sat down +quite near them. This was Bonny-Gay’s father, +and he liked sometimes to surprise her by an unexpected +visit of this sort, as well as to listen<span class="pagenum" id="Page_120">[120]</span> +to the innocent chatter of this pair of “Sunday +bairns.”</p> + +<p>“How long is it, Mary Jane?”</p> + +<p>“It was the very day you were hurt. Two +whole weeks.”</p> + +<p>“Well. That’s all right. Max is with him, +isn’t he?”</p> + +<p>“I don’t know. He went away with him. +They both felt bad, I guess. That made them +like to be together. Father’s powerful fond of +dogs, any way.”</p> + +<p>“And of the country, you said, too. I s’pose +he’s in the country somewheres.”</p> + +<p>“But where! I do want to see him so much. +There is something I must tell him. Something +he thinks is wrong, something that made +him feel bad but should not. Something—Oh! +I’ve seen all through things so clear, since he +went. Every time he saw me I s’pose he was +reminded that—My sake! What am I saying. +But I’m so sorry about your mother not liking +to send for me. I must have bothered her no +end. I wouldn’t have come only—”</p> + +<p>“You wouldn’t have come? Why, it was I +who wanted you, who must have you. Don’t +you know, you are my ‘twin sister?’ It’s all<span class="pagenum" id="Page_121">[121]</span> +right. Mother would give me anything to have +me pleased. Don’t think a thing about that. +Let’s talk about the rest. Say, Mary Jane, +say!” Excitedly.</p> + +<p>“There you are. Off you go! Have a +care!” warned Polly.</p> + +<p>“Oh! keep still, you bird. Listen, Mary +Jane. You know I’m going to the country, +don’t you? We all are, just as soon as I get +well.”</p> + +<p>“Yes. I think it will be just lovely for you.”</p> + +<p>“For you, too, you go with me and—find +him!” almost shouted Bonny-Gay.</p> + +<p>“Oh! you darling! Might I?”</p> + +<p>“Course. Why shouldn’t you? My father +owns a lot of country. Ever and ever so much. +He has so much he says it’s a sin and shame it +isn’t doing anybody any good. But he’s too +busy to tend to it himself and he can’t trust +many folks. They would waste his money, +dreadful. There’s our big house and park, and +all the gardens and things; and then there are +fields and fields and fields. Miles of them, I +guess. Just as like as not he’s gone around +there some place. Just supposing! If he has, +why, pooh! You could find him in a minute.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_122">[122]</span> +Oh! you must go with me and look. It won’t +be so long, maybe. If this old leg would only +get itself well. I love the country. It’s all out-doors +there.”</p> + +<p>Mary Jane said nothing, but her face was +rapturous with anticipation. Finally, Bonny-Gay +announced:</p> + +<p>“I guess that’s all settled, then. There’s +nothing to do about it only ask our folks. +Let’s make believe things. Let’s pretend we +had all the money in the world and could +do just what we wanted to with it; what +would you do, first?”</p> + +<p>“Why, I wouldn’t dare think. ’Cause it +couldn’t ever come true, you know.”</p> + +<p>“Supposing it couldn’t? The things that +don’t come true are the sweetest things there +are, I think. You begin.”</p> + +<p>Mary Jane drew a deep breath. Under the +inspiration of this other more imaginative child, +she was fast forgetting the hard, dry facts of +life; and whether this were best or no, it was, +at least, delightful.</p> + +<p>“Well, I’d go to your father and I’d pay him +money, and I’d get all those miles and miles of +country to do with exactly as I pleased. Then<span class="pagenum" id="Page_123">[123]</span> +I’d take some more of the money and I’d get +the men that build houses to make a house, +right in the very prettiest spot there ever was. +Where there was water if I could, ’cause my +father, he’s so fond of fishing. He’s quit work, +lots of times, to go fishing down the bay. I’d +buy him a fish-pole and lines and hooks. I’d +buy him and mother a cow and a horse and a +market-wagon. They had a market-wagon +once, but a man came along and told him he +could make more money in the city; and he sold +their things and lost the little farm and came. +He’d be all right if he was back in that country, +I guess. I’d like to see it, myself.”</p> + +<p>The eager speaker stopped short. Again she +had almost revealed what no loyal daughter +should,—a parent’s fault. But Bonny-Gay was +so interested, she seemed so to know beforehand +what was in a body’s mind that words +slipped out of themselves.</p> + +<p>“Have a care. Tell the truth!” adjured +Polly.</p> + +<p>“Of course I will,” answered the cripple. +“Now, Bonny-Gay, it’s your turn. What +would you do if you had all the money and +could?”</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_124">[124]</span>The unseen father leaned forward a little. +He was profoundly interested in any possible +desires his darling might express, and, for the +matter of that, she rarely did ask for anything. +Maybe, because almost all desirable things came +to her without the asking.</p> + +<p>“I hardly know. Yes, I do, too. I’d buy +all the parks in this city and in every other one. +I’d hunt up all the little children in the cities. +I’d make free ‘Playgrounds’ for them, every +one. Even the little girls should have their +little cunning ‘farms,’ just the same. I guess +they’d want to plant flowers, though, wouldn’t +they? instead of cabbages and limas. Then I’d +take all the grown-ups who wanted to go into +the country and couldn’t, and I’d send them. +And I’d let them stay a whole week, I guess. +If I could. If there was room enough. And +when Christmas came I’d have everybody that +was poor come to my house, just like the Gray +Gentleman does to the halls he hires, and I’d +make them as happy as—I am. I wouldn’t let +anybody in the whole wide world be sick nor +sorry; I wouldn’t let anybody hurt nice dogs +or turn them out of their own parks; and—Oh!<span class="pagenum" id="Page_125">[125]</span> +Mary Jane, do you s’pose we’ll ever see dear +old Max again?”</p> + +<p>“Why, Bonny-Gay? Didn’t you just make +me feel ’t he was right with father? Course, +then, when father comes he’ll come; and if you +aren’t well by that time I’ll coax father to lead +him up here to see you. If he’ll be coaxed;” +she added gravely.</p> + +<p>The child on the cot glanced through the +window. “There goes the Gray Gentleman, to +see ‘Father George’ and the lion. I wish he’d +come to see me; but he’s afraid my mother +blames him for taking me that day, I think, +though nobody ever said so.”</p> + +<p>“I’ll go ask him!”</p> + +<p>Before she could be stopped, Mary Jane +hopped across the room and down to the door. +Mr. McClure rose with considerable noise and +approached the cot. He had been deeply +touched by the fact that neither of the two innocently +dreaming “Sunday bairns” had planned +anything for her own especial gratification. +The witness of such unselfishness was refreshing +in a world such as that wherein most of his +waking hours were passed.</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_126">[126]</span>“Well, little woman, how goes it? Getting +well, fast?”</p> + +<p>Bonny-Gay held up her arms to be loved.</p> + +<p>“Fine, father dear. It won’t be long before +I’m out in the park again, watching for +you to come home from business.”</p> + +<p>They found so much to say to each other +that they quite forgot Mary Jane; who had, indeed, +swung across the square to intercept the +path of her friend. She had something of her +own to say to the Gray Gentleman besides delivering +her playmate’s message. She was in +trouble and knew that he would help her in +some way too wise for her to think of.</p> + +<p>“Well, upon my word! If here isn’t Mary +Jane! I thought I heard a cheerful little +clicke-e-ty-click, such as only one small energetic +body could make. What’s it now, Miss +Bump?”</p> + +<p>“I’d like to talk to you, please.”</p> + +<p>“Don’t doubt I need it. Yet if the ‘talking +to’ is to be very severe, I’d like to have the support +of the lion. Let’s rest against him. That’s +comfortable. Now, my child—talk!”</p> + +<p>“First off, Bonny-Gay wants you to come +and see her.”</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_127">[127]</span>“Shall be delighted, I’m sure. Please make +my regards to Miss McClure and I will wait +upon her at any hour she designates.” Which +dignified yet whimsical remark set Mary Jane to +smiling.</p> + +<p>“I’m glad that’s fixed before I forgot. Because +I’m in dreadful trouble, myself.”</p> + +<p>“You look it!” he exclaimed, smiling into +her confiding face; then dropped his playful +manner as he saw that she was really in earnest.</p> + +<p>Whereupon she promptly told him about +Mrs. McClure and why, in anticipation of her +father’s possible return, she must, she must go +home every night. “And how can I? I mustn’t +put them out—they are so good to me. I +mustn’t stay away, if Bonny-Gay needs me. +There’s all the dolls to be dressed, you see; and +the canaries must be fed, or they’d die; and +Polly is about as much care as the baby. She’s +always dropping things and squawking till she +gets them picked up for her—though she throws +them right straight down again. I don’t see +how Bonny-Gay can be so patient with that +bird, do you?”</p> + +<p>“I’m sure I shouldn’t be.”</p> + +<p>“So, I couldn’t not come, course. And what<span class="pagenum" id="Page_128">[128]</span> +I want you to tell me, please, is there a shorter +way I could come? So I could walk here? +’Cause I couldn’t ride in the car. We couldn’t +afford that.”</p> + +<p>“If you would ride in the car I know, without +asking, that Mrs. McClure would be more +than glad to bear the expense.”</p> + +<p>“But father wouldn’t like that. He never +likes me to have rich folks do things for me. +He—he seems to about hate them. He +wouldn’t let me go to the Empty Stocking +Trees, ’cause he does. You’re the only one he +doesn’t mind. And he likes the ‘Playgrounds’ +’cause they’re not charity. They belong to the +city and we do, same’s the rich ones. They +teach the children to work and learn farming, +too. He likes that. But I couldn’t take the +money from her. I wouldn’t so displease him, +even if I had to stay away.”</p> + +<p>The Gray Gentleman pondered deeply. He +would not offend the confiding child by offering +himself to pay her car fare. He too greatly +respected her honest pride and her loyalty to +her father to do that. But, after a moment, he +looked up.</p> + +<p>“Miss Mary Jane Bump, once before I invited<span class="pagenum" id="Page_129">[129]</span> +you to call at my house and you declined. +Now, I invite you again. I think I have something +there that will solve your difficulties—and +my own. May I have the pleasure? I’ll +detain you from the Poll parrot but a few moments.”</p> + +<p>“Oh! I’d love it!”</p> + +<p>It was a very cheerful click the crutches gave +now. The mere telling of her perplexities had +half-banished them, and Mary Jane had implicit +faith in the wisdom of this simple, true-hearted +gentleman, who was, as Mrs. McClure had reflected, +“the friend of all poor children everywhere.”</p> + +<p>The Gray Gentleman’s big, empty, plainly +furnished house, seemed very lonely to the little +girl, whose own small home was so crowded; +and she wondered at the slowness of the one +colored “boy”—as gray as his master—who +answered that master’s ring.</p> + +<p>“Boy, go up-stairs, please, to my bedroom. +Open the top drawer of the chiffonier and bring +me all the socks you find there. You’d better +use a basket—they are many in number.”</p> + +<p>The “Boy” half fancied that his master had +lost his common sense, then leaped to the conclusion<span class="pagenum" id="Page_130">[130]</span> +that this was probably one of their many +pensioners upon whom the articles demanded +were to be bestowed. He obeyed without comment, +however, save by a respectful bow; and +soon returned. Meanwhile Mary Jane had +been shown the few pictures upon the walls and +told their stories, and the place had begun to +seem more cheerful to her.</p> + +<p>The “Boy” was dismissed; the basket +heaped with fine hosiery placed on the table +beside the visitor, and herself bidden to look +the contents over.</p> + +<p>“What do you think of them, Mary Jane?”</p> + +<p>“I never knew one person have so many +stockings; and, my sake, there isn’t a single +pair but has a hole in it—not one single sock, +even. I know. I guess you want me to mend +them for you, don’t you? I often help mother +with the darning. She thinks I can do it quite +well.”</p> + +<p>“I’m sure you can, and that is just what I +do want. I cannot put on a ragged garment, +poor old fellow though I am. They always +come from the laundry, broken somewhere, +and I am always buying new. That’s how I<span class="pagenum" id="Page_131">[131]</span> +have so many. If you want to save my money +for me you can do it.”</p> + +<p>“I’d love to! I’ll take them home and fix +them nights, after Bonny-Gay is through with +me.”</p> + +<p>“Let’s be business like, Miss Bump. What +would be your charges, per pair?”</p> + +<p>“My—charges? Nothing. I’d be so <i>glad</i> +to do something for you, who have always been +doing things for me.”</p> + +<p>“I’ve known you a few weeks, little girl, +and I’ve done very little. Will five cents a pair +be satisfactory?”</p> + +<p>“I couldn’t take so much. I couldn’t take +anything.”</p> + +<p>“That or nothing. I’m business. That +would make you quite independent of all help +except your own, and be a great benefit to me.”</p> + +<p>“Of course, then. And oh! thank you!”</p> + +<p>“Now, pack up your work, little bread-winner, +and let’s back to Bonny-Gay.”</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_132">[132]</span> + +<h2 class="nobreak">CHAPTER IX<br /> + + +<small>BY THE STRENGTH OF LOVE</small></h2> +</div> + +<p><span class="smcap">The</span> days sped by. The summer heat deepened +and there were thankful hearts in the vine-covered +mansion in Mt. Vernon Place. For +Bonny-Gay was well again; able to run about +her beloved park, and to play in the shadow +of the lion with the few children left still in +that part of the city.</p> + +<p>Nearly all the big houses were now closed, +however, and their owners departed to seashore +or mountain. The McClures themselves were +making preparations for their own summer +flitting to the great country house of which the +little girls had talked. They would have still +enjoyed being together, but that could no +longer be.</p> + +<p>A very few days after Mary Jane had made +her business contract with the Gray Gentleman, +and he had himself spoken to the conductors of<span class="pagenum" id="Page_133">[133]</span> +the cars upon which she would have to take +her daily ride—so that everything was +made easy and safe for her—those rides had +ceased. William Bump returned as suddenly +as he had departed, and, with all his old enmity +against more fortunate folk, had immediately +forbidden them.</p> + +<p>But Mrs. Bump had herself gone to Mrs. +McClure and explained enough of matters to +prove that Mary Jane was neither ungrateful +nor forgetful; and Mrs. McClure had accepted +the explanation with great cheerfulness. It was +a much easier way out of a difficult position +than she had anticipated; because Bonny-Gay +still talked about inviting Mary Jane with +them to the country, and this her mother did +not at all desire.</p> + +<p>However, a compromise was effected. Mary +Jane was to be asked to care for the thirteen +dolls, the two canaries, the aquarium, and +Polly; only the pony being allowed to accompany +his little mistress on her summer outing. +So, one morning, the carriage came around +again and all these creatures were stowed in +it, along with Bonny-Gay and a maid. They +had been taken straight to Dingy street, where<span class="pagenum" id="Page_134">[134]</span> +they were left with many injunctions and much +sage advice, as to their proper care. Then the +two little “Sunday bairns” had kissed each +other many times, and had torn themselves +weeping from each other’s embrace, while the +dignified maid looked coldly on, urging:</p> + +<p>“If you please, Miss McClure, you would +much better be going. The train goes at two +o’clock and there’s much to pack, still.”</p> + +<p>“Very well, Hawkins. I’m coming. Good-bye, +Mary Jane, dear, dear Mary Jane! I’ll +write you as soon as I get there and maybe, +maybe, your father and my mother will let +you come out to our house and make me a beautiful +long visit. I’d teach you to ride on the +pony just the same as if your legs were good, +or in the goat cart or—”</p> + +<p>“Come, come, Miss Bonny-Gay!” called +Hawkins.</p> + +<p>The coachman cracked his whip, there was a +last glimpse of a bare sunny head thrust from +the carriage window, the tossing of ecstatic +kisses, and Bonny-Gay had passed out of Mary +Jane’s life, probably forever. That is, if the +intentions of her parents could be carried out.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_135">[135]</span> +When they returned, in the autumn, a man +could be dispatched for the dolls and things, if +their owner still desired them. If not, they +might remain the property of the small Bumps, +and so well rid of them. The parrot had been +misbehaving of late, and using expressions not +wholly suited to the proprieties of Mt. Vernon +Place. Originally owned and trained by a man +of the “slums,” she was returning to the rude +speech of earlier years.</p> + +<p>But she was well received in the Bump household, +save by William, its head. He had +frowned upon the coming into it of Bonny-Gay’s +treasures and only consented to the arrangement +because of Mary Jane’s disappointment. +For ever since his return the father and +daughter had been always together and each +seemed doubly anxious to do nothing that +would give the other pain. And after a time, +even he became interested in the queer bird and +joined his children in inciting it to talk; though +his interest was not fully won until there +sounded along the street a familiar cry, to +which nobody paid much heed except Polly.</p> + +<p>She was suddenly transformed. She fluttered<span class="pagenum" id="Page_136">[136]</span> +her feathers, stretched her neck, cocked +her head on one side, and in a tone that was +almost human in its mimicry burst forth:</p> + +<p>“Crab-crab-crab-crab—crab-crab-crab! Devil-devilled-devil-devilled-crabs! +Heah’s-de-crab-man! Is yo’ hongry? Crab-man-goin’-to-baid-now! +Dis yo’ las’ chance for yo’ nice-fried-hot-fried-devil-devilled-crabs! +C-R-A-B-S! +OU-OU-OUCH!”</p> + +<p>After which remarkable exploit mistress +Polly became the idol of Dingy street and even +of William Bump.</p> + +<p>The disposition of her new charges, so that +they should not take up too much space in her +little home, and the careful packing away in the +top-cupboard of the food Bonny-Gay had provided +for her pets, kept Mary Jane busy all +morning; and her mother had dinner on the +table before she observed how the time had +flown. But when she heard the cheerful summons:</p> + +<p>“Come, father. Come children!” and +smelled the freshly cooked fish, she realized +that she had given more attention than she +meant to her new cares.</p> + +<p>“Oh! mother, I didn’t think I was so long!<span class="pagenum" id="Page_137">[137]</span> +And I wanted to get my part of the ironing done; +because I promised Bonny-Gay that I’d go to +the park, if you could spare me, and watch her +train go by. It’s that fast express, that whizzes +so; but she’s to sit on the park side the parlor +car, she called it, and she’s to watch for me and +I for her. She’ll wave and I’ll wave and that +will be our really last good-by. Till she comes +home again.”</p> + +<p>“That would be how-de-do? Wouldn’t it, +child? And the ironing’s all right. I’ve done +that so, if father wants to go watch the men +this afternoon, you can go with him. Now eat +your dinner and be thankful for all your blessings.”</p> + +<p>Everybody was always hungry at that table +and the dinner was soon over. Then William +Bump arose, put on his hat, whistled to a big +black dog who lay on the doorstep and started +off for his afternoon of loafing.</p> + +<p>Mary Jane watched the pair with a pitying +love.</p> + +<p>“Those two seem just alike, some ways, +don’t they mother? Father lost his home and +his work and so did Max. Dearly as Bonny-Gay +loves that dog, ever since he got her hurt,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_138">[138]</span> +he doesn’t want to be with her like he used. +Didn’t you notice, this morning? When she +hugged him and bade him good-by, he was +just a little pleased; yet he kept one eye on +father and soon’s he could walked back and +lay down beside him. Father is dreadful good +to Max, isn’t he? He often says he’d never +have come back if it hadn’t been for—for us—”</p> + +<p>“For you, daughter. Mostly for you, it +was, dear.”</p> + +<p>“Well, Max helped. He staid right close +and coaxing like. Oh! I do wish the Company +would give father another try.”</p> + +<p>“It won’t. But I’m in hopes, after awhile, +he’ll find something else to do. Meanwhile +you stay close to him. Don’t give him a chance +to get down-hearted again and—you know. +Didn’t you say your Gray Gentleman was coming +to the park to look at the ‘farms’ this +very day? Why, maybe, child, maybe he’d +know of a job somewhere. You might ask +him.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, I might. I will. What’s father going +to do now? he’s taken to the track.”</p> + +<p>“He says that, though he has no work there, +there isn’t any law forbids him sitting round,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_139">[139]</span> +watching his old friends who have. He likes +to talk with men, you know; and if you’re +handy by he’s quite satisfied. Father doesn’t +like to go wrong any better than we like to +have him. He trusts you to watch out for him, +honey. So, if I were you, instead of taking +the baby and going along the street to the +gate I’d go to the park by the railroad. +You can climb up the embankment at an +easy place, and stay near father. Then you’d +be able to see everything. The children in +the ‘Playgrounds,’ and the Gray Gentleman +if he goes to them, and Bonny-Gay’s train +when it comes, and all. Only—only, Mary +Jane—take care to give the cars plenty of +room.”</p> + +<p>“Course I will. ‘Look out for the cars +when the bell rings!’” laughingly quoted the +child. “And you look out for the parrot when +the crab-man comes! I guess you’re right. I’d +better not take the baby. If I climb up the bank +I might let him slip. Good-by. I’ll make +father all right and happy, don’t you fear.”</p> + +<p>The mother watched her darling out of sight, +thinking how sunshiny and helpful she was, +then settled the baby safely among his new<span class="pagenum" id="Page_140">[140]</span> +playthings and resumed her endless toil. But +she was wholly happy and contented now. They +were poor, indeed, but they were not suffering, +and her hopeful heart was sure that in some +way a task would be found for her husband +which would keep him out of idleness and +evil company. She began her one hymn of +cheerfulness: “Lord, in the morning Thou +shalt, Thou shalt, Lord, in the morning Thou +shalt hear, my voice ascending high.”</p> + +<p>Meanwhile, Mary Jane had hopped along the +road till she came to a part of the railway embankment +which she could climb, then scrambled +to its top. Just before her the rails were laid +over a long trestle above the deep bed of a +stream, now almost dry. A little water still +ran among the stones below but Mary Jane +did not look down upon that. She made her +way swiftly, yet cautiously, beside the track, +pushed rapidly along the trestle, and reached her +father’s side, at the further end of it.</p> + +<p>“Here am I, father. I’m going to watch +for the train from here.”</p> + +<p>“All right, daughter.”</p> + +<p>A fellow workman looked up and remonstrated:</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_141">[141]</span>“You oughtn’t to let that girl walk that +trestle, Bump. If her crutches slipped it—the +bottom’s rough and deep down.”</p> + +<p>“Oh! I’m not afraid. I don’t often, either, +though I’ve played about this railroad ever +since I was born. All the Dingy street children +play there. How pretty the park looks, down +yonder;” interrupted Mary Jane, anxious that +her father should not be blamed, especially for +what was not his doing.</p> + +<p>“That’s right. You oughtn’t, daughter,” +he said.</p> + +<p>“I won’t again, then, father, if you don’t +like. But I was safe enough. What’s that +team for, that’s coming?”</p> + +<p>“They’re going to haul off that pile of ties +that have been taken up. Company gives ’em for +the hauling. Only things it ever does give, too.”</p> + +<p>“They ought to work faster. See. They +keep dropping them on the track. If a train +should come by it would get thrown off. Don’t +they know that?”</p> + +<p>“Oh, they know it all right, but they’ll be +in time. They’re used to it.”</p> + +<p>It was in this very hardihood of custom that +the danger lay. A beginner at such a task<span class="pagenum" id="Page_142">[142]</span> +would have watched constantly for the approach +of a train, but this “gang” did not. For the +greater ease of handling they rolled the heap +of heavy ties over upon the track, as the anxious +girl had observed, and two men lifting leisurely +placed the weighty, worn out timber upon the +wagon. The mule team before the wagon stood +half-over the edge of the embankment, heads +dropped, themselves enjoying the rest regardless +of position.</p> + +<p>The men laughed and talked. William Bump +joined in the chatter and forgot Mary Jane. +The talk grew more interesting, to the speakers, +and became a torture to the listening girl, +though she paid no attention to the words. She +realized, merely, that they were growing more +and more indolent; the pile of ties upon the +rails lessened very, very slowly. It was already +long past noon, she knew that. She was +familiar enough with the running of trains to +know, also, that the through express was the +next one due. It was upon this through express +that Bonny-Gay would travel. She began +to feel cold with her anxiety. She must +speak to those men, even if it should displease +her father, who hated interference of that sort.</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_143">[143]</span>So she moved forward a little way and +touched the arm of the foreman.</p> + +<p>“Will you tell me the time, please?”</p> + +<p>“Ten minutes to two, little girl. Pretty hot +up here, isn’t it?” he answered, good naturedly.</p> + +<p>“Mary Jane, don’t meddle. Children should +be seen not heard.”</p> + +<p>“Yes, father. Only ten minutes! Why, +you’ve been ever and ever so long taking off less +than half the ties. Can you finish in ten minutes? +Can you?” she demanded, eagerly.</p> + +<p>“Why, kid, what’s the hurry? Got another +job for us, eh?”</p> + +<p>“The hurry? The train. The two o’clock +express. It’s almost due.”</p> + +<p>The foreman’s face paled a trifle. Then he +whistled.</p> + +<p>“Whew, sis, you’re right! Jim, lead that +team off the bank. We’ll just roll the rest +down to the bottom and drive round there to +load up. Now, with a will! there ain’t no time +to spare! here she goes!”</p> + +<p>The mules were led away by one man while +the others exerted themselves to clear the tracks +in any and every manner possible. There was +no longer any talking. There were no false<span class="pagenum" id="Page_144">[144]</span> +movements. They knew that there was no way +of signalling the express, just there, even if +there should be need. But there must be no +need, the tracks must be cleared. Must be!</p> + +<p>William Bump moved down upon the bank +and watching from an apparently safe place +called upon Mary Jane to follow him.</p> + +<p>She did not hear him. She stood, resting +upon her crutches, anxiously watching the toilers, +straining forward, as if in that attitude she +could help them, and listening—listening—with +every nerve at tension. She did not see the +Gray Gentleman, who had come into the park +awhile before and having caught sight of his +favorite’s pink frock, crossed the level space +from the “Playgrounds” to the embankment to +see what so interested her. As he reached the +spot below the end of the trestle he, also, began +to comprehend what was passing in Mary Jane’s +mind and his own cheek whitened.</p> + +<p>“Hark! It’s coming—it’s coming!” cried +the girl. “Work—work!”</p> + +<p>They did work with a will. There was no +need for anybody to urge them. They, also, +heard the low rumble of wheels along the distant +track, the shiver and tremble of the rails.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_145">[145]</span> +The heavy ties rolled down—fast and faster. +The way was almost clear. There was only one +tie left and that—</p> + +<p>A man turned to look over his shoulder. +“The train! The train! It’s on us!”</p> + +<p>The whole gang leaped to safety and waited. +The one big timber still lay crosswise above the +trestle. It meant destruction. They knew it, +Mary Jane knew it. They could not move; but +she could. That menacing log should not destroy!</p> + +<p>Ah! but those long, strong, useful arms of +hers stood her in good stead just then. All the +strength of her body was in them. The +crutches went, she knew not where. She was +lying flat, forcing, pushing, compelling that +last tie down, over the edge. The train was almost +there. She knew that, also, but she felt no +fear. She must do her task—she must—she +could!</p> + +<p>The men on the bank watched breathless, but +not one went to her aid. Even William Bump +seemed stricken to stone.</p> + +<p>There came a crash. The log was over—the +track was clear!</p> + +<p>But where was Mary Jane?</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_146">[146]</span>As he rounded the curve just before the +trestle the engineer had seen the child upon the +track, but though he instantly reversed his engine +the train could not be brought to a stand-still +till it had quite crossed the openwork space, +and he stepped down from it with horror in his +heart.</p> + +<p>A horror which quickly changed to a shout of +joy, though the peril was yet not over.</p> + +<p>Again these long, strong arms had done their +owner good service. As the train came upon +the trestle she slipped down and dropped between +the ties, clinging to one for her life. She +scarcely heard now that rumble and roar above +her; all her consciousness was fixed in the clutch +of her fingers upon that cross-beam.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>It was the Gray Gentleman who first reached +the spot and prostrating himself upon the roadbed +reached down to clasp her arms and draw +her up to safety.</p> + +<p>“You precious child! You heroine!”</p> + +<p>She opened her eyes at that, gave him one +radiant smile, and promptly fainted away.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_147">[147]</span> +Which, she afterward declared, was a very foolish +thing for a sensible girl to do.</p> + +<p>She as promptly revived, however, and there +was Bonny-Gay hugging and thanking her, but +not saying good-by, at all! And there was +Mrs. McClure, that proud and dignified lady, +snatching the crooked little figure from the +Gray Gentleman’s arms, to enfold it in her own +and to weep and cry over it in the most astonishing +fashion.</p> + +<p>“Oh! you darling, darling child! You’ve +saved our lives, saved Bonny-Gay, who’s more +than life to us. Little did I guess how noble +you are. Nobler, Mary Jane, than anybody I +ever knew.”</p> + +<p>It was like a dream. The people, all the +passengers and trainmen, crowding round to +thank and bless the little hunchback, who now +rested in her own father’s arms, while he +beamed upon her, proud and happy, but with +soul-cleansing tears streaming down his softened +face. And there was Mr. McClure, laying +his hand kindly upon William Bump’s +shoulder and begging:</p> + +<p>“For any injustice I’ve done you, for any +injustice you’ve done me, let this hour make<span class="pagenum" id="Page_148">[148]</span> +amends. As man to man—trust me, William +Bump.”</p> + +<p>“Aye, Boss. I will, I will and the poor +man looked into the face of the rich man and +behold! it was as that of a brother.”</p> + +<p>“What’s all this to-do?” cried Mrs. Stebbins, +to Mrs. Bump. “The express has stopped +and there’s a crowd of people coming this way.”</p> + +<p>“I don’t know, I’m sure. I just heard the +train go by. I hope nothing’s wrong.”</p> + +<p>“Not wrong, sure. The men are tossing +their hats and cheering and the women—they’re +laughing and talking like they’d struck a gold +mine. They’re headed this way.”</p> + +<p>But Mrs. Bump was too busy to look. She +had a lot of clear-starching to do and she was +engaged in a new, therefore interesting, task; +she was teaching Polly to sing a hymn!</p> + +<p>“Yes, you smart bird. If you can talk crab-man’s +talk, that always sounds sort of wicked, +though, of course, it isn’t, you can learn better +things just as easy.”</p> + +<p>“So I can, so I can. Tell the truth, tell the +truth, tell the truth,” answered Polly.</p> + +<p>“Oh! I’m telling it, never fear. Learn it +you shall. Now begin—”</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_149">[149]</span>But the lesson was interrupted. The voices +of the crowd were near at hand; were at the +door; were in the very room! What did it +mean? William was placing Mary Jane in her +mother’s arms, as if she had been the baby himself—helpful +Mary Jane! And Mrs. McClure +was clasping Mrs. Bump’s neck, and sobbing +and laughing on her shoulder.</p> + +<p>Everybody was talking at once, but suddenly +somebody cleared a space and placed a chair +behind the startled mistress of the house. She +sank into it gratefully, her knees now trembling +too much to support her. But the facts had +penetrated to her consciousness, at last, and with +a cry that hushed all speech of others, she held +her precious “Sunday bairn” to her heart with +a thankfulness beyond words.</p> + +<p>Suddenly, upon this sacred silence, there fell +a voice which seemed neither bird nor human, +yet strangely reverent and opportune:</p> + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> +<div class="verse">“Lord, in the morning Thou shalt, Thou shalt,</div> +<div class="verse">Lord, in the morning Thou shalt hear</div> +<div class="verse">My voice ascending high.”</div> +</div></div> + +<p>At this interruption there were some who +wept—but none who smiled.</p> +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> + +<div class="chapter"> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_150">[150]</span> + +<h2 class="nobreak">CONCLUSION<br /> + + +<small>AFTERWARD</small></h2> +</div> + +<p><span class="smcap">Of</span> course there was an afterward. There +always is.</p> + +<p>The fallow fields of the McClure estate no +longer lie idle under the blue sky, a reproach +to their owner. The property was not quite of +the “miles and miles” in extent which Bonny-Gay +had imagined, but it was still sufficient +to set apart a goodly number of acres as a +home for Mary Jane, who had never known +how beautiful the country was until she was +driven one day, along a smooth road, under +over-hanging trees, and over bridges crossing +here and there the prettiest trout stream in the +world. The drive was interrupted, “to let the +horses rest,” where there was a fine view of a +cottage, freshly painted in cream and white, +and with the most inviting of piazzas extending +from its sides.</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_151">[151]</span>Mary Jane had been allowed to make a little +visit at the home of Bonny-Gay, and had been +absent from Dingy street for one whole week. +This day her absence was to end, even with this +day; and she thought it a little odd that Bonny-Gay +should seem so extravagantly happy, +as if she were glad that the visit were over. +Though, of course, the guest knew better than +that. There was not the slightest doubt in the +heart of either “Sunday bairn” concerning +their mutual love.</p> + +<p>“Oh! what a pretty house! We haven’t +come this way before, have we? Is it on the +road to the station, Bonny-Gay? How happy +the folks must be who live there. But I’m +happy, too. Dingy street will seem perfectly +lovely to me when I get there. Do you suppose +the baby has grown much? I wonder if +Polly has learned any new things. Mother’s +a master hand to teach, mother is. She taught +me my letters while she was working round. +She thinks I can, maybe, be spared to go to +school—sometime. How I want to see her. +Seems as if I could hardly wait.”</p> + +<p>“Oh! I’m so glad, so glad!” laughed Bonny-Gay, +and even the old coachman’s face<span class="pagenum" id="Page_152">[152]</span> +beamed with smiles, though in ordinary he felt +that it was his business, when on duty, to conduct +himself like an automaton.</p> + +<p>“I s’pose you’ll write to me, won’t you? +You promised, that other time, before you +started, you know.”</p> + +<p>“No. I shall do no such thing.”</p> + +<p>“Bonny-Gay!” There was a volume of reproach +in the tones.</p> + +<p>“No. Not a line.”</p> + +<p>“Whose house is this, do you suppose?”</p> + +<p>“I don’t ‘suppose’ when I know things.”</p> + +<p>“Whose, then?”</p> + +<p>“Let’s go ask.”</p> + +<p>“Why Beulah Standish McClure! What +would your mother say? If there’s anything +she wants you to be it’s a lady. So I’ve heard +her say, time and again.”</p> + +<p>“So have I. I’m tired of hearing it. I mean, +I’m trying to be one. She wouldn’t care. She’d +do it herself, if she were here.”</p> + +<p>“Never! She never, never would be so rude.”</p> + +<p>Bonny-Gay made a funny little grimace, then +leaned sidewise and hugged her friend.</p> + +<p>“Do the Dingy street folks know better how +to behave than the Place folks, missy?”</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_153">[153]</span>“Yes, Bonny-Gay, I think they do”; answered +Mary Jane with dignity. For she had +now been associated with the McClure household +long enough to get a fair idea of the proprieties; +and she was sure that driving up to +the doors of strange houses and inquiring their +owners’ names, was not one. However, she +could do nothing further, for it was Bonny-Gay’s +carriage and not hers.</p> + +<p>“Drive in, please.”</p> + +<p>So the phaeton turned into the pretty driveway, +bordered with shrubs, and around the lawn +by a freshly prepared curve to the very front +door itself. Mary Jane had turned her head +away and utterly refused to look. She was +amazed at Bonny-Gay, her hitherto model, but +she’d be a party to no such impertinence; not +she.</p> + +<p>Then her head was suddenly seized by her +mate’s hands and her face forced about toward +that unknown doorway.</p> + +<p>“Look, Mary Jane Bump! You shall look! +You shall. If you don’t, you’ll break my heart. +Look quick!”</p> + +<p>Mary Jane’s lids flew open. Then she nearly +tumbled off the seat. The Gray Gentleman was<span class="pagenum" id="Page_154">[154]</span> +coming down the steps, smiling and holding out +his hand. Smiling and calling, too:</p> + +<p>“They’ve come, Mrs. Bump! They’ve +come!” Mary Jane, in her newly acquired +ideas of etiquette, wondered to hear such a +quiet person speak so loudly or jest upon such +themes. She had instantly decided that this +was some friend’s country house, where he, +too, was visiting. Odd that his hostess’ name +should be like her own.</p> + +<p>But all her primness vanished when out from +that charming cottage flew a woman with a +baby in her arms. A woman in a print gown, +clear-starched as only one laundress could do +it, and a baby so big and round and rosy he had +to be spelled with a capital letter.</p> + +<p>“Mother! My mother and the Baby!”</p> + +<p>“Welcome home, my child! Welcome +home!”</p> + +<p>And the Baby cooed and gurgled something +that sounded very like “Ome,” without an +H.</p> + +<p>“Has everybody gone crazy?”</p> + +<p>“Not quite!” answered William Bump, appearing +from another corner. He was as +washed and starched as his wife, and had done<span class="pagenum" id="Page_155">[155]</span> +for himself even something more, in honor of +this great occasion—he was smoothly shaved. +He looked years younger than his child had +ever seen him and oh! how much happier and +more self-respectful. He had found his right +place again. He was once more a tiller of the +soil; and there is nothing so conducive to true +manliness as finding one’s congenial task and +feeling the ability to accomplish it.</p> + +<p>Mary Jane’s head buzzed with the strangeness +and wonder and delight of it all. Yet the +explanation was very simple and sensible.</p> + +<p>It was impossible but that the McClures +should do something to evince their gratitude to +the little saver of their child’s and their own +lives and they did that which they knew would +be most acceptable to her; they gave her this +home in the country.</p> + +<p>For the house, with its deed was made to +Mary Jane Bump, herself; but over the wide +fields surrounding it her father was made overseer +and farmer, for his old “Boss,” at good +but not extravagant wages. The house had +long stood empty, ever since the railroad magnate +had dropped his former scheme of agriculture +on a big scale, but it was in good repair<span class="pagenum" id="Page_156">[156]</span> +and quite large enough to accommodate even +the household of Bump. A coat of paint made +it like new and during the cripple’s absence from +Dingy street the flitting was accomplished.</p> + +<p>Bonny-Gay’s own summer home was near +at hand, though she had driven Mary Jane to +the cottage by such a roundabout way; and her +delight had lain in her knowledge of the happiness +that was coming to her friend.</p> + +<p>This was a year ago. As yet no cloud has +marred the perfect sunshine of Mary Jane’s new +life. She now rides to school in a smart little +cart, drawn by the sedatest of piebald ponies. +She is apt and ambitious and is learning fast. +Indeed, she is confidently looking forward to a +day in the future when, being both old and wise +enough, she shall be matriculated at a certain +famous woman’s college; to don the cap and +gown whose ample folds shall hide, at last, her +physical deformity. 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