Oh! is that his usual mode of returning home?
No, sir, answered Bobby from his corner, for he was beginning to be amused by the succession of surprises which Wealth was receiving, e dont always come in so. Sometimes e sends is ead first an the feet come afterwards. In any case the furnitures apt to suffer, not to mention the inabitants, but youve saved us to-night, sir, or, raither, Mr Scott as saved both us an you.
Poor little Di, who had been terribly frightened, clung closer to her fathers arm on hearing this.
Perhaps, said Sir Richard, it would be as well that we should go, in case Mr Frog should return.
He was about to say good-bye when Di checked him, and, despite her fears, urged a short delay.
We havent heard, you know, about the slops yet. Do stop just one minute, dear papa. I wonder if its like the beef-tea nurse makes for me when Im ill.
Its not that kind of slops, darling, but ready-made clothing to which reference is made. But you are right. Let us hear about it, Miss Hetty.
The idea of Miss being applied to Hetty, and slops compared to beef-tea proved almost too much for the broken-legged boy in the corner, but he put strong constraint on himself and listened.
Indeed, sir, I do not complain, said Hetty, quite distressed at being thus forcibly dragged into notice. I am thankful for what has been sentindeed I amonly it was a great disappointment, particularly at this time, when we so much needed all we could make amongst us.
She stopped and had difficulty in restraining tears. Go on, Hetty, said her mother, and dont be afraid. Bless you, hes not goin to report what you say.
I know that, mother. Well, sir, this was the way on it. They sometimes
Excuse mewho are they?
I beg pardon, sir, IId rather not tell.
Very well. I respect your feelings, my girl. Some slop-making firm, I suppose. Go on.
Yes, sir. Wellthey sometimes gives me extra work to do at home. It do come pretty hard on me after goin through the regular days work, from early mornin till night, but then, you see, it brings in a little more moneyand, Im strong, thank God.
Sir Richard looked at Hettys thin and colourless though pretty face, and thought it possible that she might be stronger with advantage.
Of late, continued the girl, Ive bin havin extra work in this way, and last week I got twelve childrens ulsters to make up. This job when finished would bring me six and sixpence.
How much?
Six and sixpence, sir.
For the whole twelve? asked Sir Richard.
Yes, sirthat was sixpence halfpenny for makin up each ulster. Its not much, sir.
No, murmured Wealth in an absent manner; sixpence halfpenny is not much.
But when I took them back, continued Hettyand here the tears became again obstreperous and difficult to restrainthe master said hed forgot to tell me that this order was for the colonies, that he had taken it at a very low price, and that he could only give me three shillins for the job. Ofof course three shillins is better the nothin, but after workin hard for such a long long time an expectin six, it was
Here the tears refused to be pent up any longer, and the poor girl quietly bending forward hid her face in her hand.
Come, I think we will go now, said Sir Richard, rising hastily. Good-night, Mrs Frog, I shall probably see you againat leastyou shall hear from me. Now, Disay good-night to your boy.
In a few minutes Sir Richard stood outside, taking in deep draughts of the comparatively fresher air of the court.
The old screw, growled Bobby, when the door was shut. E didnt leave us so much as a single bobnot even a brown, though e pretends that six of em aint much.
Dont be hard on him, Bobby, said Hetty, drying her eyes; he spoke very kind, you know, an praps he means to help us afterwards.
Spoke kind, retorted the indignant boy; I tell ee wot, Hetty, youre far too soft an forgivin. I spose thats wot they teaches you in Sunday-school at George Yardeh? Vill speakin kind feed us, vill it clothe us, vill it pay for our lodgins!
The door opened at that moment, and Number 666 re-entered.
The gentleman sent me back to give you this, Mrs Frog, laying a sovereign on the rickety table. He said he didnt like to offer it to you himself for fear of hurting your feelings, but I told him he neednt be afraid on that score! Was I right, Missis? Look well after it, now, an see that Ned dont get his fingers on it.
Giles left the room, and Mrs Frog, taking up the piece of gold, fondled it for some time in her thin fingers, as though she wished to make quite sure of its reality. Then wrapping it carefully in a piece of old newspaper, she thrust it into her bosom.
Bobby gazed at her in silence up to this point, and then turned his face to the wall. He did not speak, but we cannot say that he did not pray, for, mentally he said, I beg your parding, old genlmn, an I ony pray that a lot of fellers like you may come ere sometimes to urt our feelins in that vay!
At that moment Hetty bent over the bed, and, softly kissing her brothers dirty face, whispered, Yes, Bobby, thats what they teach me in Sunday-school at George Yard.
Thereafter Wealth drove home in a cab, and Poverty went to bed in her rags.
Chapter Seven.
Bicycling and its Occasional Results
It is pleasant to turn from the smoke and turmoil of the city to the fresh air and quiet of the country.
To the man who spends most of his time in the heart of London, going into the countryeven for a short distanceis like passing into the fields of Elysium. This was, at all events, the opinion of Stephen Welland; and Stephen must have been a good judge, for he tried the change frequently, being exceedingly fond of bicycling, and occasionally taking what he termed long spins on that remarkable instrument.
One morning, early in the summer-time, young Welland, (he was only eighteen), mounted his iron horse in the neighbourhood of Kensington, and glided away at a leisurely pace through the crowded streets. Arrived in the suburbs of London he got up steam, to use his own phrase, and went at a rapid pace until he met a chum, by appointment. This chum was also mounted on a bicycle, and was none other than our friend Samuel Twitter, Juniorknown at home as Sammy, and by his companions as Sam.
Isnt it a glorious day, Sam? said Welland as he rode up and sprang off his steed.
Magnificent! answered his friend, also dismounting and shaking hands. Why, Stephen, what an enormous machine you ride!
Yes, its pretty high48 inches. My legs are long, you see. Well, where are we to run to-day?
Wherever you like, said Sam, only let it be a short run, not more than forty miles, for Ive got an appointment this afternoon with my old dad which I cant get off.
Thatll do very well, said Welland, so we can go round by
Here he described a route by country road and village, which we pretend not to remember. It is sufficient to know that it represented the required short run of forty milessuch is the estimate of distance by the youth of the present day!
Now then, off we go, said Welland, giving his wheelhe quite ignored the existence of the little thing at the backa shove, putting his left foot on the treadle, and flinging his right leg gracefully over.