I never was took aback so in all my life, said the seaman, sitting down beside the old woman, and drawing a sigh so long that it might have been likened to a moderate breeze. Shes the born image o what her dear mother was when I first met her. My Susy! Well, its not every poor seaman as comes off a long voyage an finds that hes fallen heir to a property like that!
You may well be proud of her, said old Liz, and youll be prouder yet when you come to know her.
I know it, and Im proud to shake your hand, mother, an thankee kindly for takin such care o my helpless lassie. You say shell be home about ten?
Yes, if shes not kep late. She always comes home about that time. Meanwhile youll have something to eat. Tommy, boy, fetch out the loaf and the cheese and the teapot. You know where to find em. Tommys an orphan, Capn Blake, that Ive lately taken in hand. Hes a good boy is Tommy, but rather wild.
Wot can you expect of a horphing? said the boy with a grin, for he had overheard the latter remark, though it was intended only for the visitors ear. But I say, granny, there aint no cheese here, cept a bit o rind that even a mouse would scorn to look at.
Never mind, bring out the loaf, Tommy.
An there aint no use, continued the boy, o bringin out the teapot, cause there aint a grain o tea nowheres.
Oh! I forgot, returned old Liz, slightly confused; Ive just run out o tea, Capn Blake, an I havent a copper at present to buy any, but
Never mind that old girl; and I aint quite captain yet, though trendin in that direction. You come out along wi me, Tommy. Ill soon putt these matters to rights.
Old Liz could not have remonstrated even if she had wished to do so, for her impulsive visitor was gone in a moment followed by his extremely willing little friend. They returned in quarter of an hour.
There you are, said the seaman, taking the articles one by one from a basket carried by Tommy; a big loaf, pound o butter, ditto tea, three pound o sugar, six eggs, hunk o cheese, paper o saltforgot the pepper; never mind.
Youve bin an forgot the sassengers toobut here they are, said Tommy, plucking the delectable viands from the bottom of the basket with a look of glee, and laying them on the table.
Chimney-pot Liz did not look surprised; she only smiled and nodded her head approvingly, for she felt that Sam Blake understood the right thing to do and did it.
Soon the celebrated teapot was going the round, full swing, while the air was redolent of fried sausage and cheese mingled with the perfume of roses and mignonette, for this meal, you must know, was eaten in the garden in the afternoon sunshine, while the cookingdone in the attic which opened on the gardenwas accomplished by Sam assisted by Tommy.
Well, you air a trump, said the latter to the former as he sat down, greasy and glowing, beside the seaman at the small table where old Liz presided like a humble duchess.
We need hardly say that the conversation was animated, and that it bore largely on the life-history of the absent Susy.
Youre quite sure that shell be here by ten? asked the excited father for the fiftieth time that afternoon.
Yes, Im sure of itunless shes kep late, answered Liz.
But Susy did not return at the usual hour, so her impatient father was forced to conclude that she had been kep latetoo late. In his anxiety he resolved to sally forth under the guidance of Tommy Splint to inquire for the missing Susy at the well-known establishment of Stickle and Screw.
Let us anticipate him in that quest. At the usual hour that night the employés of Stickle and Screw left work and took their several ways home ward. Susy had the company of her friend Lily Hewat as far as Chancery Lane. Beyond that point she had to go alone. Being summer-time, the days were long, and Susy was one of those strong-hearted and strong-nerved creatures who have a tendency to fear nothing.
She had just passed over London Bridge and turned into a labyrinth of small streets on the Surrey side of the river, when a drunken man met her in a darkish and deserted alley through which she had to pass. The man seized her by the arm. Susy tried to free herself. In the struggle that ensued she fell with a loud shriek, and struck her head on the kerb-stone so violently that she was rendered insensible. Seeing this, the man proceeded to take from her the poor trinkets she had about her, and would have succeeded in robbing her but for the sudden appearance on the scene of a lowland Scot clad in a homespun suit of shepherds plaida strapping ruddy youth of powerful frame, fresh from the braes of Yarrow.
Chapter Three.
A Visitor from the North
How that Lowland Scot came to the rescue just in the nick of time is soon told.
Mither, said he one evening, striding into his fathers dwellinga simple cottage on a moorand sitting down in front of a bright old woman in a black dress, whose head was adorned with that frilled and baggy affair which is called in Scotland a mutch, Im gawin to Lunon.
Hoots! havers, David.
Its no havers, mither. Times are guid. Weve saved a pickle siller. Faither can spare me for a wee whilesae Im aff to Lunon the morns mornin.
An what for? demanded Mrs Laidlaw, letting her hands and the sock on which they were engaged drop on her lap, as she looked inquiringly into the grave countenance of her handsome son.
To seek a wife, maybe, replied the youth, relaxing into that very slight smile with which grave and stern-featured men sometimes betray the presence of latent fun.
Mrs Laidlaw resumed her sock and needle with no further remark than Hoots! yere haverin, for she knew that her son was only jesting in regard to the wife. Indeed nothing was further from that sons intention or thoughts at the time than marriage, so, allowing the ripple to pass from his naturally grave and earnest countenance, he continued
Ye see, mither, Im twunty-three noo, an I wad like to see something o the warld afore I grow aulder an settle doon to my wark. As I said, faither can spare me a while, so Ill jist tak my fit in my haund an awa to see the Great Bawbylon.
Ye speak o gaun to see the warld, laddie, as if ee was a gentleman.
Div ee think, mother, that the warld was made only for gentlemen to travel in? demanded the youth, with the gentlest touch of scorn in his tone.
To this question the good woman made no reply; indeed her stalwart son evidently expected none, for he rose a few minutes later and proceeded to pack up his slender wardrobe in a shoulder-bag of huge size, which, however, was well suited to his own proportions.
Next day David Laidlaw took the road which so many men have taken before himfor good or ill. But, unlike most of his predecessors, he was borne towards it on the wings of steam, and found himself in Great Babylon early the following morning, with his mothers last caution ringing strangely in his ears.
David, she had said, I ken ye was only jokin, but dinna ye be ower sure o yersel. Although thae English lassies are a kine o waux dolls, they have a sort o way wi them that might be dangerous to lads like you.
Hm! David had replied, in that short tone of self-sufficiency which conveys so much more than the syllable would seem to warrant.