Early in the morning she awoke to find that Dan was hot and restless.
Dan, although he had enjoyed himself vastly the day before, had not been treated judiciously. The many sweet-meats that the children had insisted on giving him had upset his baby digestion. He awoke peevish, heavy-eyed, and highly feverish. Netty, who idolised him, went straight to her Mother to ask her opinion with regard to him.
"He"s not well," said Netty; "he"s not well a bit. I had best go at once and see the doctor, or take him round to the sixpenny dispensary."
Mrs. Floss turned towards the bed where the baby lay, pulled down the clothes, and looked at him.
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"There"s nothing the matter with the child," she said. "Don"t you get fussing with your silly ways; the child"s all right."
"He"s not, Mother. I am sure he ought to have medicine of some sort."
"There, there, don"t be silly," said the woman. "I am going out for a day"s charing, and have no time to be bothered. Look after Dan and do your duty. I expect he took a chill yesterday when you took him to Battersea Park; so now you must stay at home and nurse him back to health."
Poor little Netty smiled rather faintly.
"You"re looking dead-beat yourself," said the woman. "I can"t make out what"s come to all of you. There"s Ben hadn"t any appet.i.te for his good plain breakfast. Now, you go and look after baby; I"m glad it"s Sat.u.r.day: you needn"t be at school."
The day was hot, even hotter than the previous one. Mrs. Floss started off on her charing expedition, and Netty sat on the doorstep with the sick baby. Dan grew worse each moment. He could scarcely open his languid eyes, his little face was deadly pale, and at times a shudder ran through his frame.
Mrs. Court came and looked at him ominously. "You"d better have left him with me," she said. "He"s eaten something that has disagreed with him, and now he"ll have convulsions and die."
"Oh! don"t say such cruel things," cried poor Netty.
Mrs. Court hobbled back to her room, and Netty sat on with an awestruck look on her face. Presently she stooped down and kissed the baby on his brow. He was stirring restlessly. Netty felt that she loved him better even than Ben, better than anything else in the world.
"Don"t you go, and die, baby," she said, in a low whisper. And now the baby, just as if he heard the words and understood them, opened his sweet blue eyes, and looked her full in the face, and then he gave a faint smile and shut his eyes again, and she heard him breathing quickly, and the next moment a spasm crossed his little face.
Netty could stand it no longer.
"I must take him to someone; but I haven"t a penny in the world. Oh!
what shall I do? I know: I"ll go to Mrs. Holmes, that kind lady; she"ll tell me what to do for Dan. She may punish me, she may do what she likes, for I"ll tell her the whole gospel truth, if only she"ll save Dan."
Netty staggered to her feet; there was resolution on her little face.
Mrs. Holmes had taken a fancy to the child who loved the baby so well, and on parting the night before she had said to her:
"I have just moved into a new house, Susy Minchin, and as perhaps you do not know of the change, will you tell your Mother this is my new address," and then she repeated it slowly twice to the child: "5, George-street, Bloomsbury. Now, you will remember that, little girl, won"t you? and when I want your Mother to come to do a day"s charing I will let her know."
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Netty had scarcely listened at the time. What did it matter to her? for she was not Susy Minchin: she was Netty Floss.
But now like a ray of sunshine the memory of this address crossed her mind.
George-street, Bloomsbury, was a long way off, but Netty was a brave walker. It took two hours, carrying that heavy baby, to get there, and as she walked the baby"s face frightened her more and more, but with the aid of several friendly policemen she did get at last to George-street.
She walked up the steps of the tall house and sounded the knocker, and waited with great anxiety until the door was opened. It was opened, not by a servant, who in all probability would have sent Netty away, but by no less a person than Mrs. Holmes herself.
"Why, Susy!" cried the lady, starting back; "who would suppose that I should see you here, and the dear baby too? What is the matter?"
"Oh! let me in," panted poor Netty; "do, please, and I ain"t Susy--I"m Netty, and this ain"t my little cousin--he"s my own brother, and he"s bad, very bad. Oh, ma"am, I"m such a miserable girl!"
In great astonishment Mrs. Holmes did allow the little girl to come into the house. She took her into a small room and looked at once at the baby. One glance showed her that he was very ill indeed.
"My dear child," she said, "what a good thing you came when you did. In an hour"s time the poor baby might have died."
Mrs. Holmes rang the bell briskly.
"Bring a hot bath here and some mustard immediately," she said to the servant; "and be quick, please, and then go round to Dr. Ross at the corner and say that Mrs. Holmes wants to see him at once."
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All these things were done. The baby was taken out of Netty"s arms, undressed, and put into the bath. The doctor called, felt his little swollen gums, and said they were really at the root of the mischief. He lanced them and the baby got immediate relief. In less than an hour he was lying in a soft sleep in Netty"s arms.
"He will do now," said Dr. Ross; "but if matters had been postponed I would not have given much chance of his life."
"And now, Susy, what is it?" said Mrs. Holmes, looking for the first time attentively at the child. "Don"t cry, my dear, the little fellow will live; but what was that you said to me about _not_ being Susy?"
"Oh! I must tell you," cried Netty; "I know you"ll turn me out, but it doesn"t matter now, for you have saved baby"s life."
And then she did tell her story; with sobs, bitter sobs, she told it, and somehow Mrs. Holmes had never felt nearer crying in her life than as she listened.
At last the poor little accusing voice was silent, and Netty looked up with swollen eyes of misery to receive her sentence.
"You did very wrong, of course, Netty," said Mrs. Holmes; "and I shall be obliged to tell my Vicar, for we must enquire immediately where Tom and Susy Minchin really were. But, my dear child, I am not going to be very angry with you. I think when Daniel suffered so much this morning you received your punishment, and I am not going to give you another. I mean to forgive you, and to try to give you a chance in life."
"Oh, you"re an angel," said poor Netty; "will you be my friend even though I have done this?"
"You must promise never to do anything of the kind again."
"Do you think I would want to?" said Netty; "and will you please forgive Ben too, ma"am; he isn"t bad really, but we did so _pine_ to look at the sea. We had never seen it, and it was _such a big temptation_."
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"I quite understand," said Mrs. Holmes, and she stooped and kissed Netty. "I will come round this evening to your house in order to see your Mother," she said. "I am going to be your friend in the future."
Mrs. Holmes was as good as her word. The baby quickly got well again, Netty and Ben were forgiven, and were made _bona-fide_ scholars at the Sunday-school. When the school feast came round the following year they were able to go to the feast, and as a matter of course had tickets; but a greater treat was in store, for there was a special ticket sent by the Ladies" Committee to no less a person than Dan himself. He was the only baby allowed to come, and he had his own ticket.
The Other Carews.
By
M. B. Manwell.