Edna smiled at this. "Why," she said, "where are your father and mother?"
"I ain"t got none. Mis" Ryan she bound me out to Mis" Hawkins, an" I ain"t goin" to stay there, I ain"t. She starves me an" beats me;" and the child"s voice shrilled out again, "I ain"t goin" ter stay, I ain"t."
"And haven"t you any grandparents, or aunts or uncles?"
The child shook her head.
"Nor great-aunts? I think maybe you have a great-aunt like my Aunt Elizabeth," continued Edna.
But another shake of the head was the reply.
"And you haven"t any friends. O, do say you haven"t any friends,"
urged Edna, a pleased look coming into her face. "If you just say you haven"t any friends I"ll know just what to do."
"There"s Moggins," said the child.
"Who is Moggins?" Edna asked, her face falling.
"My cat. Mis" Hawkins won"t let me let him indoors; but he knows me an" comes when I call him."
"O, well," replied Edna, "of course a cat is a friend, but I don"t believe he"ll count. Anyhow, we"ll take him, too."
"Where?" asked the girl, in astonishment.
"Why, to the Home of the Friendless, of course; aren"t you friendless, and you haven"t any home. It"s just the place made for you;" and Edna smiled, well pleased. "Can you get Moggins? Is he far away?"
"Down there," and the child jerked her head in the direction of a narrow court near by.
"I"ll wait here for you," said Edna, decidedly. "Tell me your name and I"ll tell you mine. I"m Edna Conway."
"I"m Maggie Horn. You wait for me;" and Maggie darted away, leaving Edna on the corner.
All thoughts of the ribbon, car fare, and all else faded away before this great new interest. The saving from homelessness and friendlessness this little street child whom Edna had met in such an unexpected way seemed to her more important than anything else in the world, and she eagerly waited Maggie"s return.
She did not have to wait long, for very soon Maggie came running back with a forlorn, miserable, half-starved kitten cuddled up in her arms.
"Here he is!" she cried, exultantly. "I ketched him; he was a-settin"
in the sun. Let"s hurry, so Mis" Hawkins won"t git me." Edna patted Mogg"s head, the little cat looking at her with scared eyes until he was rea.s.sured by Maggie"s coaxing voice.
"Ye see," said Maggie, "he"s kinder skeert o" most folks, "cause they"ve tret him so bad. The way I come to git him was when Annie Flynn an" Han Murphy had him a-swingin" him round by one paw and then flingin" him off ter see if he"d light on his feet; one of his legs has been queer ever since. I give "em my supper fur lettin" me have him, but I have a time ter keep the boys from gittin" him. Come, let"s go to the place. Where is it?"
Edna came to a halt, looking doubtfully up and down the street. "I don"t just know," she said, "but I"ll know it when I see it, for there"s a sign over the door with "Home for Friendless Children" on it."
"Ho!" exclaimed Maggie, "we might walk all day in this big place, and then not get there."
"If I hadn"t lost the ten cents I had for car fare we might ride and tell the conductor to let us off when we got there," said Edna, navely.
Maggie laughed. She was sharper than Edna. "How"d ye know which car to take?"
"That"s so," was the reply; "we"ll have to ask a policeman."
"No! no!" cried Maggie. "I"m skeered o" the perlice."
"Then we"ll go to that drug store and ask," concluded Edna, wisely; and with childlike confidence she turned to the shop in question.
"The "Home of the Friendless,"" said the clerk, with a smile, as he looked at the queer little pair. "Let me see, I can soon tell you;"
and he turned over the pages of a big book on the counter. "It is on Pearl Street, No. 342."
"Is it a long way?" asked Edna.
"It"s pretty long to walk. You"d better ride."
"O no, we can"t; we"ll walk. I can, can"t you, Maggie?"
"Sure," replied Maggie, forcibly, if not elegantly.
Thanking the clerk who gave them some further instructions the little girls started out on their journey.
"We must go up this street to Market, and out Market to Pearl," said Edna; and they trotted along chatting as if the proceeding were not an unusual one.
It was a long, tiresome walk, but the place was reached at last; and Edna, standing on tiptoe, rang the bell, which was answered by one of the little inmates of the house.
Edna smiled as she recognized one of the children she had seen when she visited the place with her aunt. "O, how do you do?" she said; "I have brought Maggie to live here with you." And she stepped into the hall, followed by Maggie, who still held the scraggy little kitten hugged close.
The child who opened the door stared. "I"ll go call Miss Barnes," she said. The sweet-faced teacher looked a little curiously at the visitors, but Edna was confident of a welcome. "I"ve brought Maggie,"
she informed the lady, with a bright smile. "She hasn"t any home, nor any friend but Moggins, and Moggins hasn"t any friends but her. So, you know, that"s why they both had to come."
"But, my dear," interrupted Miss Barnes, "we cannot take in little people without knowing something more about them. The case will have to go before the Board of Managers, and then if it is all right we"ll be very glad to have this little girl. The Board meets the first Friday in each month."
Edna looked distressedly at Maggie. "O dear," she sighed, "and we"ve come such a long way, and we"re so hungry, at least I am. I expected to be back by dinner time."
Miss Barnes was looking at her more closely.
"Why," she exclaimed, "aren"t you the little girl who came with one of our managers not long ago? Aren"t you Mrs. Horner"s niece?"
"Why, yes," replied Edna. "Didn"t you know me? I knew you right away.
I"m awfully muddy, "cause I tumbled down. I lost my car fare, and we"ve walked and walked."
"You poor little child," said Miss Barnes, "let me go and call the matron, and we"ll talk this over."
"Maggie can"t go back," decided Edna. "She would be beat to death, and so would Moggins."
After a long consultation with the matron, and innumerable questions, it was arranged that Maggie should remain till Miss Barnes had seen Mrs. Horner. "And Moggins, too," stipulated Edna.
But the matron shook her head. "Then I"ll have to take him home with me," said Edna, though in her heart she had many misgivings as to what Aunt Elizabeth would say.
Poor little Maggie stood with quivering lips as she saw her only friends depart; but the good matron set before her a generous bowl of mush and milk and the half-starved child, after receiving the a.s.surance that all possible should be done for her, accepted matters quietly.