A Little World Part 6

"Totty yikes oogar," exclaimed Mrs Jared, angrily imitating her juvenile's limping speech, and forgetful that she herself had crippled the words while teaching the little one its first steps in language; "Totty's a very, very naughty girl, and ought to be well whipped." And then the troubled dame busied herself in gathering up the spilled saccharine treasures with a spoon, while Totty, elevating her chin to make the pa.s.sage straight, gave vent to a doleful howl, rubbing the while her sticky hands all over her clean face. Patty tried to look cross because she had been scolded--an utter impossibility on account of the dimples in her cheeks, which seemed as though a couple of kisses had been planted there by loving lips, and the downy, peachy skin had flinched with the contact, and never since risen--nursing up the sweet impressions, and holding them as treasures of the past. Then numbers odd wept for sympathy, as Mrs Jared sc.r.a.ped and scolded, heedless of the facts that the Dutch clock had given warning for five, and that the tea was not yet made, the toast not cut, and the bloaters not down to cook.

For, as it had been a Sat.u.r.day's dinner--_i.e._, sc.r.a.ppy--"snacks," in honour of Tim Ruggles, were in vogue for tea.

But troubles never come singly; for now the baby having made up its mind to see what was the matter, contrived to wriggle about until its nine-months'-old bundle of soft bones, gristle, and flesh rolled off the sofa, b.u.mp on to the floor, where, as soon as it could get its breath, it burst forth into a wail of astonishment and pain at the hard usage it had received.

Patty rushed to seize the suffering innocent; Mrs Jared, with her skirts, knocked down the origin of the mischief; the kettle boiled violently, and spat and sputtered all over the newly-blackleaded grate and bright steel fender, adding as well a diabolical hydrogenous smell; and in the midst of the trouble down came Jared Pellet and Tim Ruggles, punctual to five o'clock, on purpose to refresh themselves with the social meal.

"There--if I didn't expect as much!" cried Mrs Jared, s.n.a.t.c.hing the kettle off the fire with one hand, and hus.h.i.+ng Totty with the other; rus.h.i.+ng the children into their ready-set chairs, and Tim Ruggles into his place, Jared quietly taking his own by the fireside, where he could set his tea-cup on the oven top. Then Patty set to work toasting; the little Dutch oven, containing four "real Yarmouths at two for three halfpence," was placed before the fire, and sent forth a savoury odour; the tea was made with two spoonfuls extra, and Jared was set to caress the sticky Totty, now planted upon his knee.

By the end of five minutes that tyrant of the household--the baby--had subsided into an occasional sob, and was given over into the care of one of Patty's juniors--both being well bread-and-b.u.t.tered, the baby having a wedge in each hand--and sent up into the front room, the nurse _pro tem_ being strictly ordered not to touch anything. The paraffine lamp was lit instead of a candle, the fire poked; and now, after so many preliminaries, the meal was commenced, the tea being fragrant, the toast just brown enough, the b.u.t.ter better than usual, and the bloaters prime; Totty declining to abdicate the throne she had ascended, one where she reigned supreme--her father's knee, to wit; and at last there was peace in the front kitchen in Duplex Street.

"Did you ever hear such a noise, Mr Ruggles?" said Mrs Jared at length, her face now all smiles.

"Not my way often, ma'am," said Tim, "at least--that is--we do have noises."

Mrs Jared looked significantly at her husband, and then sighed, when, after fidgeting in his chair, Tim said, "A little more sugar, if you please, ma'am."

"Totty yikes oogar," exclaimed the chubby delinquent, displaying her sorrow for her late act of piracy by making a grab at the hard roe upon her father's plate--a delicacy but just set free from overlaying bones, but the plate was hot, and the little fingers suffered a sharp pang, when there was another outcry; but with that exception, the meal progressed in peace to the end, when Jared threw himself back in his chair, and set himself to amuse Totty, by turning his inflated cheeks into drums for that young lady to belabour with sticky fists.

But it was at supper time, when the little ones were in bed and Jared and Tim had concluded their tasks, that there was the real peace. For now, up-stairs by the fireside, a pipe was produced for Tim, and two weak gla.s.ses of gin and water were mixed--Mrs Jared indulging in occasional sips from her husband's portion, while, under the influence of his own, Tim grew communicative respecting his own home, and the present Mrs Ruggles, and on Patty making some enquiry respecting little Pine, he laid down his pipe, rubbed his hands softly together, and looked very serious as he replied to her question.

"For my part," said Mrs Jared, "I don't hold with such sharp correction of children as you say Mrs Ruggles administers."

Tim did not speak, but his eye fell upon a small cane above the chimney-piece. His glance was detected by Mrs Jared, who exclaimed:

"You need not look at that, Mr Ruggles, for it is never used, only talked about; at least," she said, correcting herself, "very seldom. I don't think it right to be harsh to children, only firm; and if you begin with firmness, they will seldom require further correction."

"Spare the rod, spoil the child," said Tim, softly exhaling a column of smoke.

"Stuff!" said Mrs Jared, sharply; "do you mean to say that my children are spoiled, Mr Ruggles?"

"No, ma'am," said the little tailor, earnestly; "I never saw a better behaved family.--Nor a bigger," he said to himself.

"But Solomon said so, my dear," said Jared, drily.

"Then Solomon ought to have been ashamed of himself," said Mrs Jared, tartly; "and it must have been when he was nearly driven mad by some of his own children. He said plenty of good things, but I don't consider that one of them; and besides, with all his wisdom, he was not perfect.

Between ourselves, I wonder, Mr Ruggles, that you allow it. When the little thing came after you the other day, even her little neck was marked, and as to her arms--why Patty went up--stairs and cried about them. I'm only a plain-spoken woman, and really, sometimes, I wonder that you ever married again, and you must excuse me for saying so."

"I often wonder at it myself," thought Tim Ruggles, as he sat poking at his frizzy hair with the stem of his pipe, and looking very intently into his gin and water: all at once, though, he exclaimed:

"I'll tell you how it was!"

But before telling them how it was, he refilled and lit his pipe, sat thoughtfully for a few minutes, and then refreshed himself with a sip of his gin and water.

Volume 1, Chapter XII.

TIM'S DITTY.

"You see, ma'am," said Tim Ruggles, looking very mysterious, "that little one's name was Prosperine or Propserpine, I'm not sure which, unless I look at where we've got it written down. I'm not sure it ain't Proserpine; but at all events it's a long awkward name, and we took to calling her Pine. I married the present Mrs Ruggles to take her in charge and mind her. And she does take care of her, and brings her up in the way she should go. You should hear her say her Catechism," said Tim, looking proudly at Mrs Jared.

"I'd rather hear her say she loved your wife, Mr Ruggles," said Mrs Jared, quietly.

Tim was disconcerted, but not beaten.

"But she does, ma'am, and me too, wonderful, for Mrs Ruggles is only just a little too strict, and I don't like to interfere; for you know, ma'am, that's a child of mystery--that is, like Fatherless f.a.n.n.y, as maybe you've read of; and no doubt she'll come to be in a big spear of life. She--that's Mrs Ruggles, you know, ma'am--says that we'll do what's right by the child, ma'am, and what can I say against that, when Mrs Ruggles is such a clever woman?"

"I don't quite like such cleverness," said Mrs Jared.

"You see I want to do what is right, ma'am," said Tim, "and somehow that's rather hard sometimes. But I was going to tell you, ma'am, we used to live in South Molton Street, and though I've no children of my own now, ma'am, when my poor first wife was alive there used to be one regularly every year, and the wife that proud of it, she didn't know what to do for a few months; and then a time would come when we'd stand side by side looking at the little weeny, waxy features, lying in the bit of a coffin, and the wife fit to break her heart because they were all taken away again so soon. Not one lived, ma'am; and though we were poor, and at times very much pushed for a job and a little money, that used to be our greatest trouble, and I've seen my poor wife look that hungry and envious of a lodger on the first floor--quite a lady she was--who lived alone there with her baby, that nothing could be like it.

"But she was a good woman, G.o.d bless her!" said Tim, in a low voice, and as he spoke he put his hand to his bald head, as if raising his hat; "and sometimes I think, ma'am, that there aren't such a wonderful number of good women in this world. I never knew what money we had, and what money we hadn't, but used to put it in her hands as I brought it home from the shop, and I always knew that she'd make it go as far as money would go, and I didn't want no more. Nothing like letting your wife keep the purse, sir," he said, turning to Jared--"always makes her feel proud of the confidence.

"But it came to pa.s.s at one time, ma'am, that we were so put to it, that I couldn't put a bit of confidence in Mrs Ruggles, ma'am--my first--for times were that hard with strikes that there was not a stroke of work to be got for anybody. We tried all we knew, and I sc.r.a.ped and pledged and sold, till it seemed that the next thing to do would be to go into the workhouse, when one day came a knock at our back-room door, and we both started, feeling sure that it was the landlord to tell us we must go, for we were behindhand with the rent. But no; who should come in but the first floor lodger, with her little one; and to make a long story short, what she wanted was for my la.s.s to take care of her, because she was going abroad with her husband, and my wife was to be paid for doing it.

"And do you think she would? Why, she s.n.a.t.c.hed hungrily at the little thing; and poor as we were, would have been glad to do it for nothing.

Perhaps I had my objections, and perhaps I hadn't, ma'am; but we were almost starving, and when five pounds were put on the table for the present, and an address written down where we were to go when that money was done, why, one could only look upon it as a G.o.dsend, and promise all the poor lady wished.

"Then came the cruel time, ma'am, when the poor woman had to leave it, and I was glad to go out of the room, so as not to see her sobbing and breaking her heart, and s.n.a.t.c.hing the poor little baby to her breast, and running to the door with it, and then coming back and giving it up to my wife, kissing her, and kneeling down to her, and begging of her to love it, when my poor la.s.s was wors.h.i.+pping it as hard as ever she could.

"I stopped out of the room till she was gone, poor lady, and then I came back, pretending to look jolly; but I only made a fool of myself, ma'am, when I saw the wife crying softly over the little thing in her lap, for I knew what it all meant. Oh, so much, ma'am, for they were the tender motherly tears of a woman who had never been able to pour out all the love of her heart upon one of her own little ones. And as I stood there, I seemed not to like to speak, as I saw her lips quivering and face working. But, in spite of all her sad looks, there was one of pleasure in her face; for there was the little thing looking up and crowing and laughing as if it knew that it was in good hands; and while my poor wife stayed on this earth, ma'am, no little one could have been more tenderly treated.

"But there came a time when I was anxious and worried, same as I had been often before; and then I couldn't believe it at all, and wouldn't have it that it was true; for it all seemed like a dream, till I found myself sitting with little Pine in my arms, keeping her with me because she was something poor Lucy loved; and then it seemed to come home to me that it was my poor wife's cold, smooth forehead that I had kissed, as she lay still and sleeping with another little waxen image upon her breast; but it was all true, ma'am, and I was alone--all alone."

Poor Tim Ruggles made no secret of the fact that he was crying, as he laid down his pipe, and pulled out his thin red cotton handkerchief to wipe his eyes; and, for some reason or other, Patty's face was very close to her work, and Mrs Jared had altered her position.

"Time went on," said Tim, continuing his narrative, "till one day I was sitting, nursing the little thing, as took to me wonderful, when there came a sharp knock at the door, and in came the child's mother to s.n.a.t.c.h it out of my arms, and kiss and fondle it as only mothers can. She seemed as if she couldn't speak, but held out one hand to me, and pressed mine and tried to smile; but only gave me such a pitiful woe-begone look that it was quite sad to see.

"Then there were steps on the stairs once more, and the next moment there was a tall hard-looking woman, and a stout man in black like a doctor, both in the room.

"'Ellen,' said the tall woman, in a sharp, cross way; but the stout man was all fidgety, and nervous like, and did not seem to know what to do; but he says, 'Hus.h.!.+ hus.h.!.+ don't let us have any scene here.'

"'Let her come quietly with us, then,' says the woman; but the poor thing only held little crying Pine to her breast, seeming in sore trouble that the child should not know her, but struggle and try to get away. Then she gave me the child, and the man says, 'Take her away.

Stop that crying child.'

"But I had no occasion to do anything, for she stopped crying directly I took her, and besides I wanted to see the end of this strange scene, and it seemed as if the little one's mother gave herself up like a prisoner to the tall woman, who took tightly hold of her arm, and then they hurried out of the room, the stout man all in a perspiration and looking scared, and as if afraid I was going to interfere, and I would, too, only Pine's mother went so quietly, just smiling, and kissing her hand to me and the little one as she left the room, and then I heard their steps on the stairs.

"I did not see any more, but one of the lodgers told me afterwards how they all went off together in a cab that was waiting at the door. And I never knew any more, only what I told you was the child's name, and that the money's paid regular by a lawyer for her keep; and n.o.body never asks any questions, nor wants to know anything about her; and though I once tried, I couldn't find anything out, and excepting that I've ten s.h.i.+llings a week with her, she might be my own little girl.

"And what could I do without some one to help me, ma'am?" continued Tim to Mrs Jared. "I went four years with women to do for me, and housekeepers, and the last one I had was the present Mrs Ruggles, ma'am, who took so kindly to the child, that I thought it would be all for the best; and we moved to Carnaby Street, ma'am, and it took a deal of doing, but I married her. My sister's husband says she married me: perhaps she did, ma'am. I don't know; but it all seems to come to the same thing."

"And did you never see anything more of the little thing's relations?"

asked Mrs Jared.

"No, ma'am," said Tim, "never--never. Of course I felt a bit curious after that strange visit; but I was too full of my own troubles to do anything then; and when, some time afterwards, I said something to one of the lawyer's clerks, he asked me if I was tired of my job, because plenty more would be glad of it.

"That sent me out of the office like a shot, ma'am. It didn't matter to me that I heard the clerk laughing, for I'd sooner have given them ten s.h.i.+llings a week to let me keep her than have given her up. And I don't love her any the less now, ma'am; but I do sometimes wish she was away."

"The old story," said Jared; "they evidently don't want the little thing, and pay to keep it out of sight."

"Something more than the old story, sir, I think," said Tim, humbly, as he tapped his forehead. "There's something wrong about the poor mother, depend upon it, as well as the child."