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I think tis cause my mother died, said Faith. I know as I am very ignorant; Im ever so sorry.
Well, never mind, replied Meg, tis fun rayther teaching yer, only you wont mind ef I laugh now and then; why, Faith, Jesus is hup in Heaven now. He ha most wonderful powers of hearing tho, and ef we speak in a whisper amost down on earth He can tell wot we are a saying. He aint never a living in London tho, but Hes alive, and can hear what we say, fur hall that.
And will He help us? asked Faith; is He real sorry fur us, and will He help us?
Yes, He has a most desprate tender heart. I know as He will answer us, fur I told Him all about Charlie, and it wor arter-wards as I larned wot a deal He ha done fur him.
What did He do, Meg?
Why He tuk him out o the arms o death, and carried him straight away up to Heaven. Thats wot He does to all the dead babies, He takes em in His arms up to Heaven. I know a hymn bout that, tis called, Safe in the arms of Jesus. Ill sing it fur you another time.
But I dont want Him to take Roy to Heaven, said Faith; I want my little Roy safe back again wid me. He wanted for nothink when he wor with me. I dont wish him to be tuk so far away.
Well, well axe that it may be so; lets kneel down now on the grass, and Ill say the words this ere time, and then youll larn how He likes to be spoke to.
So the two knelt down, Faith in front of Meg, with her hand clasped in Megs. Over the dirty thin face of the older girl there came a queer but expressive change. A look of hope and love and joy filled her dark eyes, as raising them to the blue sky overhead, she spoke.
Jesus, one of the little children as you loves so well is lost. His name is Roy, hes about two year old; hes big fur that, Jesus, and hes werry, werry purty. He ha yaller air, and blue heyes. Im feared as some woman ha stole him for the sake o his clothes, and the reward offered fur him. Please, Jesus, dont let that ere woman be a bit happy wid little Roy. Make her real misribble till she takes him back again. We know that there ere many ways that you can love him. But, Faith here, she wants him back again, so please dont let him catch no fever, and dont take him to play wid Charlie, and the other babies yet awhile.
Thats all, Faith, said Meg, suddenly springing to her feet. I think as Jesus knows werry well now wot we want, and you and me ull go and look fur little Roy, too, right away.
Chapter Nine
woman who had seen Roy in the public-house, and who had been attracted by his pretty face, bore him quickly in her arms down the street. He was quite contented in this queer resting-place, and being absolutely confident in his little mind that the woman was carrying him home to Faith, he laid his curly head on her shoulder and dropped asleep. When she saw that he was asleep, and not before, the woman paused to wrap her own dirty shawl a little over him. She did this partly to shelter him, and partly to consider. Did the police see such a woman as she was, with so well-dressed a child as Roy in her arms, they might stop to question her. She did not want them to do that; she had by no means made up her mind how to act by this poor lost baby, but she had no desire just then that the police should rob her of him. Hiding him very effectually with her shawl, she brought him home to such a home as she called her own. It was a cellar in a miserable back court, an ill-smelling, ill-drained place. From such a cellar as Hannah Searless stalked many times in the year the gaunt and grim spectre of fever. It had one advantage, however, over many around it, she lived in it alone; no other living creature shared it with her. She stumbled down the ladder which led to it, drew across the trap-door, and laying Roy, who still slept soundly, on the bed, she prepared a small fire in the grate. When it was kindled, making a little light and cheerfulness in the gloomy place, she removed her bonnet, and going over to the bed knelt down by it; in this position her hungry eyes could gaze long on the sleeping child. Yes, he was very fair; she had never seen any creature half so beautiful since her own child died; nay, she had even to acknowledge to herself that her own child, though he had yellow hair and fair skin, and though he was in very truth bone of her bone and flesh of her flesh, yet even he was not so lovely as this child. Yet there was a likeness; the lips pouted with something the same pretty fulness, the little hands were folded in somewhat a similar attitude, the bright hair curled in much the same rings. Then kneeling there in the flickering twilight made by the fire, a strange fancy came over Hannah Searles; perhaps this was in very truth her own little child come back again. True, she had with her own hands closed the coffin on the sweet golden head, she had herself seen him laid in the grave, but perhaps God, seeing what a lost, abandoned woman she was without him, might have sent her baby back to her again. He had been a whole year in Heaven now. During that year, while she had been leading as bad a life as a woman could lead, he had been growing beautiful in the air of heaven, and now God had sent him back to save her. Where had that child come from who stood on the threshold of the dreadful public-house? Was it not more than probable that he was indeed an angel, that he was her own angel given back to her once more? The fancy was very sweet to her; but Roy opening his eyes at the moment dispelled it. Roys eyes were blue, her babys brown; but having for an instant thought him her very own child, she began from that instant to love him.