Chatterbox, 1905 Part 32
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She said, 'Now, darlings, make no noise, And if you do no harm, And learn your business, you will live In comfort at the farm.
Just catch a mouse--for that's your trade-- And then your fortune will be made.'
Now, when the kits were left alone They soon began to play, For neither cats nor children can Be busy all the day; But as they tossed the hay about, A little mouse came creeping out!
'Look! look!' cried Jack, with eager eyes.
'I see!' cried Tom, 'I see!
You go and seek another mouse, And leave this mouse to me.'
'Indeed, I won't!' cried Jack at once; 'You surely take me for a dunce!
'That mouse is mine--I saw it first; So, Tom, away you go, And let me tackle it at once, And lay the rascal low.'
But naughty Tom would not submit; He said, 'It's mine--I'll capture it.'
But while they quarrelled loud and long, They quite forgot their prey, And when at last they made it up Miss Mouse had slipped away-- For if you fight and disagree, You ne'er will catch the enemy.
THE BOY TRAMP.
(_Continued from page 95._)
CHAPTER XII.
The most probable explanation of the noise I had heard seemed to be that the house had not after all been empty--indeed, it could not be empty!
Although the regular occupants had gone they might have left some one behind as a caretaker, who certainly must be in the depths of despair.
Heedless of the fact that my presence might be resented, I opened the kitchen door, crossed the stone-paved pa.s.sage, and going up a few stairs, came to a fair-sized hall. Here there were four doors, one leading out to the porch where I had found shelter yesterday afternoon, one to a room right at the back, and two which apparently opened respectively into the drawing-room and dining-room.
As the front room was above the kitchen I determined to try that first, for thence the weird sounds of the night had seemed to come. Advancing rather nervously towards it, I gathered sufficient courage to turn the handle, when, discovering that the door had been locked from the outside, I began to hesitate about turning the key.
Unless somebody had been shut in by mistake, how had he or she obtained admission? But as I stood there hesitating, I suddenly broke into a laugh of perfect relief. The truth now seemed plain enough. I could hear scampering feet, and an eager whine, which ended in an impatient bark.
Opening the door, I saw a small rough-coated terrier with a patch by his tail; bounding forward he began to yelp and spring and fawn upon me, licking my hands and showing every sign of joy and satisfaction.
I think my own pleasure was almost equal to the terrier's. It is impossible to make any one understand the intense joy of finding a companion after the night I had pa.s.sed. Although he looked rather thin, his condition did not suggest that he had been locked up longer than a day or two; but picking him up in my arms while he whined and licked my face, I carried him downstairs, and turning on the tap over the sink let him drink as much water as he wished. Fortunately I had still half of the pork-pie in my pocket, and it was good to see him eat it bit by bit from my hand. It was true that my remaining small piece of chocolate made an unsatisfactory breakfast, and that the terrier eyed me a little reproachfully even when I ate that, but he would not leave me for an instant, and in less than half an hour it seemed as if he had belonged to me all my life.
'What's your name, old chap?' I asked, and he wagged his stump of a tail as if he would have told me if he could. 'Anyhow,' I said, 'you must have a name of some sort. What shall it be?'
It took some time to decide upon a suitable name, and then we did not arrive at anything more original than 'Patch.' Having settled this pressing question, I stripped to the waist and had a good wash at the sink, drying myself as well as I could on the shavings which had served as a bed. By this time the rain had almost ceased, and I began to think that it might be advisable to get outside the house before I chanced to be seen. So, having got through the window with Patch in my arms, I shut it again and was going round to the front when I saw that the terrier was poking his muzzle into every nook and corner, as if in search of his lawful owner.
Still, he came to my whistle, and not forgetting the sack, I went round to the front of the house, standing under the porch at the top of the steps until presently the rain entirely ceased, the clouds broke, and the sun shone in a feeble kind of way.
The first order of the day was breakfast, then to make my way to Hazleton with the object of returning Jacintha's locket. With the sack rolled up beneath my arm, with Patch running excitedly around me, I set forth along the muddy road across the moor. Having left this behind and followed a winding lane for some distance, we seemed to be approaching a village. Pa.s.sing one or two houses, we crossed over a railway bridge, pa.s.sed a dozen or more cottages, and then, at the corner of two roads, I saw what appeared to be a kind of mixture between a temperance hotel and a mission hall.
After the various escapades through which I had pa.s.sed since leaving Castlemore, my clothes were in a sad condition, my boots especially being coated with mud, so that for a moment I shrank from entering the building. Summoning courage, however, I pushed open the door and found myself in a bare-looking room with several large illuminated texts on the walls, and three wooden tables, at one of which a man was seated drinking a cup of tea.
A clock over the mantelpiece showed that it was a quarter-past ten, although I had thought it considerably later. As Patch followed me into the room, leaving damp footmarks on the clean linoleum, a short thin-faced woman, with fair hair drawn very tightly back, entered from the opposite door with a wet dish in one hand and a cloth in the other.
'We can't have dogs in here!' she cried by way of greeting.
'Will it matter if I nurse him?' I asked.
'If he doesn't spoil my floor,' she answered, and as I took Patch up in my arms she added, 'What is it you want?'
'I should like some breakfast.'
'Tea and bread and b.u.t.ter?' she asked.
'How much are eggs?' I inquired.
'Three-halfpence each. Tea a penny the cup, bread and b.u.t.ter a halfpenny a slice.'
I made a hasty calculation in my mind, and being extremely hungry determined to spend sixpence, though it made a rather serious inroad into my remaining four s.h.i.+llings and a penny.
'I will have two boiled eggs, four slices of bread and b.u.t.ter, and a cup of tea,' I answered. Soon afterwards, while I sat with Patch on my knees, the other customer left the room. When the woman returned with my breakfast and received the sixpence in exchange, I was agreeably surprised by her altered manner. At first she had created an unfavourable impression, but now as I ate she stood watching with kindly interest, presently remarking, however, that it was beginning to rain again.
'How far is it to Hazleton?' I asked.
'Close on twenty-six miles,' she answered.
'I was told that it was thirty yesterday,' I said, 'and I know I have walked ten miles since.'
'Are you walking to Hazleton?' she inquired.
'Yes.'
'Well, you won't be able to get far on your way in this rain,' she replied, and indeed it was again coming down in torrents. 'We make up beds here,' she added. While she was speaking, a small, fair-headed child of four or five years ran into the room, and, encouraged by the way the woman caught him up and kissed him, I thought that I would confide in her.
'You see,' I explained, 'I have only three and sixpence to last me to Hazleton, and this weather I can't get along very quickly--that is the worst of it.'
She pursed her lips as she looked into my face. 'Well,' she answered, 'I can give you a bed for sixpence if you're not too particular. Then there's dinner----'
'I shall not care about dinner,' I said, feeling perfectly satisfied after two eggs and four thick slices of bread and b.u.t.ter, 'if I could have some bread and cheese for supper.'
Finally, she agreed to give me some tea in the afternoon, some supper, a bed, and a plain breakfast the following morning, for one and ninepence; this would leave the same sum to carry me to Hazleton, beyond which my plans did not at present extend. The woman, moreover, offered to tie Patch up in an out-house and give him some sc.r.a.ps, and later in the day she said that if I would go to bed early she would wash my s.h.i.+rt, which sadly needed such attention. Altogether it seemed that I had found a friend; and as the rain did not cease all day, I amused myself reading such books as the place contained. At six o'clock I had supper and went to bed, putting everything but my cap and cloth clothes outside my door, where, after a long night's sleep, I found them nicely ironed and folded. On coming downstairs, I borrowed some boot-brushes, so that on Wednesday morning I set out looking far more respectable than I had done on my arrival, in excellent spirits, with one and ninepence in my pocket and Patch at my heels.
A short distance from the reading-room, or whatever it ought to be called, I met a postman who told me it was only twenty-three miles to Hazleton, although, after I had covered quite four miles more, a member of the county police told me it was still twenty-two miles. Seeing that it would be impossible in any event to reach Colebrook Park to-day, although I could easily manage the distance to-morrow, I did not hurry, but, the sun being hot, allowed Patch several rests by the way, until on making another inquiry at about half-past five that evening, I was informed that Hazleton was still eighteen miles distant.
Although the day had been fine, the ground was still wet, far too wet to sleep out of doors with comfort. I had economised as much as possible, but walking is hungry work, and now I found myself with only one and fourpence by way of capital. The consequence was that a free lodging of some kind must be discovered, and I looked about vainly for another empty house.
At about six o'clock I happened to pa.s.s a farm; a good-natured-looking man stood leaning against a gate, smoking a pipe.
'Should you mind if I were to sleep in one of those barns?' I asked.
'On the tramp?' he exclaimed.
'To Hazleton,' I said.
'Pretty near twenty miles.'
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