"Guess this is what Posy Jane "d call "hoppin" out the fryin"-pan inter the fire," Bonny Angel. It"s worse an" more of it, an" I want to get quit of it soon"s I can. "Tain"t no ways likely grandpa"s hereabouts, an"----My, but you"re a hefty little darlin"! If I wasn"t afraid to let you, I"d have ye walk a spell. But you might get runned over by some them ingines what won"t stay still no place an" I dastn"t, you dear, precious sweetness, you! I shan"t put you down till I drop, "less we get out o" this sudden."
But even as she clasped her beloved burden the closer, Bonny Angel set this decision at naught by kicking herself free from the girl too small and weary to prevent; and once upon the ground, off she set along a particularly shining track, cooing and shrieking her delight at her own mischievousness.
"Oh! oh! oh!" screamed Glory, and started in pursuit. Of course, she could run much faster than her "Guardian," but that tiny person had a way of darting sidewise, here and there, and thus eluding capture just as it seemed certain.
Fortunately, the direction she had chosen led outward and away from the maze of steel lines, and, finding no harm come of it and the child so happy, Glory gave up trying to catch and simply followed her. Just then, too, there came into view the sight of green tree-tops and a glimpse of the river, and these encouraged her to proceed. Indeed, she was now more afraid to go back than to go forward, and Bonny Angel"s strange contentment in the care of a stranger, like herself, renewed a belief that she was other than mere mortal, and so above the common needs of babies.
Reasoned this "Little Mother" of Elbow Lane, "If she was just plain baby an" not no "Angel," she"d a-cried fer her ma, an" she hain"t never, not onct. She hain"t cried fer crusts, neither, like Meg-Laundress"s twins is always doin". "Course, them cakes what th" Apple Kate give her was sweet an" a lot of "em. The crumbs I et when Bonny Angel fired the bag away was jest like sugar. My, prime! Some day, when I get rich, an" they ain"t n.o.body else a-wantin" "em, I"ll buy myself some cakes ezackly like them was. I will so--if they ain"t n.o.body else. But, there, Glory Beck, you quit thinkin" "bout eatin" "less first you know, you"ll be hungry an" your stummick"ll get that horrid feel again. Hi, I b"lieve it"s comin" a"ready an" yet I had that splendid breakfast!"
Somehow, the idea of food occurred to this trio of travelers at one and the same time. Bo"sn crept up to his mistress and rubbed his sides against her legs, dumbly pleading for rest and refreshment. He was very tired, for a dog, and as confused as Take-a-St.i.tch by these strange surroundings, and acted as if unwilling to go further afield. At every possible chance now, he would lie down on the ground and remain there until his companions were so far in advance that he feared to be lost himself. Surely he felt that this long road was the wrong road, where he would listen in vain for the tap-tap of his master"s cane and the scent of his master"s footsteps.
As for Bonny Angel, she suddenly paused in the midst of her mischievous gaiety, put up her lip and began to howl as loudly and dismally as any common Lane baby could have done. Then when her new nurse hurried to her, distressed and self-reproachful for not having carried her all the way, down the little one flung herself p.r.o.ne in the dirt and rolled and kicked most l.u.s.tily.
Glory did her utmost, but she could neither quiet nor lift the struggling "Angel," and finally she ceased her efforts and, with arms akimbo and the wisdom of experience coolly addressed her charge:
"See here, Bonny Angel! You"re the sweetest thing in the world, but that"s jest s.p.u.n.k, that is. You"re homesick, I s"pose, an" tired an"
hungry, an" want your ma, an" all them bad things together makes you feel ye don"t know how! I feel that-a-way myself, a-times, but I don"t go rollin" in mud puddles an" sp"ilin" my nice silk coats, I don"t. I wouldn"t bes.m.u.tch myself so not fer nothin". My, but you be a sight! An"
only this mornin" "t ever was you was that lovely!"
When Take-a-St.i.tch treated Bonny Angel as she would have treated any other infant, the result proved her wisdom. As soon as comforting ceased, the child"s rebellion to it also ceased; and when, shocked by its condition, the girl stooped to examine the once dainty coat, its small wearer scrambled to her feet, lifted her tear-stained face to be kissed, smiled dazzlingly, and cried merrily, "Bonny come!"
"Oh, you surely are an "Angel," you beautifullest thing!" said Glory, again raising the child in her arms and starting onward once more. She had no idea whither they were going and Bonny Angel had ceased to point the way with her tiny forefinger, but she cuddled her curly head on her nurse"s shoulder and presently fell asleep.
The tracks diminished in number as they proceeded till they came to a point where but few remained. Some ran straight on along the river bank, though this was hidden by outlying small buildings; and some branched westward around the bluff whereon grew those green trees and sloped the terraces seen from the boat. Here, after a halt of admiration, Glory found it growing exceedingly dark, and wondered if it had already become nightfall.
"It seems forever an" ever since we started, but I didn"t think "twas nigh bedtime. An", oh, my! Where will we sleep, an" shall I ever, ever find my grandpa!"
It was, indeed, nearing the end of the day but it was a ma.s.s of heavy clouds which had so suddenly darkened the world, clouds so black and threatening that the workmen scattered along the tracks, busy with pick and shovel, began to throw down their tools and make for the nearest shelter. One man, with a coat over his head to protect him from the already falling drops hurried past Glory, where she stood holding Bonny Angel, and advised:
"Best not tarry, children, but scud for home. There"s a terrible storm coming." But he did not stop to see that they followed his advice nor inquire if any home they had.
Poor Glory"s heart sank. She was not afraid of any storm for herself though she had never heard wind roar and wail as this did now, but how could she bear to have her "Guardian" suffer. Even Meg"s healthy youngsters sometimes had croup and frightened their mother "outen her seventy senses," and the croup usually followed a prolonged playing in flooded gutters during a rain storm.
"I must find a place! Oh, there must be a place somewhere! She mustn"t get the croup an" die on me--she mustn"t. Ain"t I got to take her to her ma, an" how could I tell her I let the baby die? Oh, where?"
With an agonized glance in every direction and a closer enfolding of the sleeping child--over whose head she promptly threw her own abbreviated skirt--she discovered, at last, a haven of refuge.
"My heart! That"s littler "an the littlest house, but it"s big enough fer us, you sweetest honey darlin", an" it must ha" growed a-purpose, all in a minute, just fer us, like them fairy-lamp-an"-Aladdin yarns what grandpa used to tell me! An" now I know fer true she is a surely "Guardian Angel," an" is tooken care of every time, "cause a minute ago that littler than the littlest wasn"t there at all, for I never saw it an" I should. An" now "tis, an" we"re in it an"----Oh, how glad I am!"
While these thoughts were pa.s.sing through her mind Glory had been staggering forward as swiftly as the wind and the burden she carried would allow and she reached the shelter none too soon. The very instant she pa.s.sed within, the rain came down in torrents and the tiny structure swayed dizzily in the gale.
"Littler than the littlest" it was, indeed; only a railway switchman"s "box," erected to shelter him in just such emergencies and from the cold of winter nights. It had tiny windows and a narrow door; and, placing Bonny Angel on the corner bench--its only furnishing--Take-a-St.i.tch hastened to make all secure. The lightning flashed and the thunder rolled, but still and happily the worn-out "Guardian" slept; so that, herself overcome by fatigue and the closeness of the atmosphere the now vagrant "Queen of Elbow Lane" dropped in a heap on the floor and also slept.
This switch-box was one but seldom used and n.o.body came near it till morning. Then a pa.s.sing road-hand, on his way to work, fancied it a good place wherein to eat his breakfast and opened the door. His cry of surprise at sight of its strange occupants roused them both, and sent Glory to her feet with an answering cry; while Bonny Angel merely opened her eyes, stared sleepily around, and smilingly announced: "Bonny come!"
"Bless us, me honey, so you did! But it"s meself"d like to be knowin"
where from an" how long sence the pair of ye got your job on the railroad?"
There was nothing to fear about this man, as Goober Glory saw at once.
His homely face was gay with good health and good nature and the sunshiny morning after the storm seemed not more sunshiny than he. But his curiosity was great and he did not rest till it was satisfied by a full recital of all that had happened to the straying children and their plans for the future were explained.
The man"s face grew grave and he shook his head with misgiving: "Lookin"
for a lot of lost people, is it, then? Hmm. An", that may be more"n of a job than straightenin" crooked rails what the storm washed away, as I must be doin" to onct. Too big a job to be tacklin" on empty stummicks, betoken; so here, the two of yez, fall in an" taste this bread an" meat an" couple o" cold spuds, an" let me get on to me own affairs."
Opening his tin pail, he made a cup of its inverted top, into which he poured a lot of cold tea and offered it to Glory, who in turn, promptly presented it to the now clamorous Bonny, and had the pleasure of seeing the little one drink deeply before she discovered for herself that it was not her accustomed milk, and rejected the remainder. Both the workman and Take-a-St.i.tch laughed at the little one"s wry face, while having divided the bread and meat into three fair portions, all fell to with a will, so that soon not a crumb was left.
"Ah, that was prime!" cried Glory, smacking her lips; "and you"re the primest sort of man to give it to us. I hope I"ll have something to give you some time," she finished a little wistfully, and keenly regarding various rents in his clothes. "If I had my needle an" thread I might work it out, maybe. You need mendin" dreadful."
"Betoken! So I do. An" be ye a colleen "at"s handy with them sort o"
tools?"
"Indeed, I can sew!" cried Glory, triumphantly. "It"s "cause of that the Elbowers call me "Mend-a-Hole," or "Take-a-St.i.tch," whichever happens.
Why--why--I earn money--real money--sewin" the Lane folks up!"
"An" yet bein" that mite of a thing ye are!" returned this new friend, admiringly. "Well then, "tis out to me sister"s husband"s cousin"s house I"m wishin" ye was this instant. For of all the folks needs the mendin"
an" patchin", "tis she, with her seven own childer, an" her ten boardin"
"hands," an" her own man, that was gardener to some great folks beyant, laid up with the chills an" not able to do a hand"s turn for himself, barrin" eatin" an" drinkin" fair, when the victuals is ready. He can play a good knife an" fork, still, thanks be, an" it"s hopin" he"ll soon be playin" his shovel an" spade just as lively, but that"s no more here nor yet there. There"s miles betwixt this an" yon, an"----h.e.l.lo! Aye, h.e.l.lo-a-oa!"
The sudden break in Timothy Dowd"s chatter was caused by the hailing of some fellow workmen who had rumbled up to them a hand-car over a near-by track and had signaled him to join them.
"For it"s not down track but up you"re to go, Tim, the washouts bein"
worst beyond. Step aboard, we"ve to hustle."
Timothy picked up his tools and started to comply, when his glance fell once more upon the eager face of Goober Glory and pity for her made him hesitate. Then a bright idea flashed through his brain and he demanded of the man who had accosted him, "How fur be ye goin"?"
"To the trestle beyond Simpson"s. Hurry up. Step on."
For only answer, Timothy immediately swung Glory up to the little platform car, depositing Bonny Angel beside her with equal speed, then made room for himself among the surprised trackmen already grouped there. Yet beyond another astonished "h.e.l.lo!" no comment was made and the hand-car b.u.mped forward again toward its destination.
However, it wasn"t Timothy Dowd"s habit to be silent when he could find anything to say, so he was presently explaining in his loud-voiced, jolly way that here was a "pair o" angels that he"d found floating round in the mud and was goin" to bestow "em where they"d do the most good.
An" that"s to Mary Fogarty"s, indeed. Her of the sharp tongue an" warm heart an" houseful of creatures, every blessed one of that same rippin"
off b.u.t.tons that constant, an" her livin" the very pattern of handiness to Simpson"s trestle an" couldn"t have been planned no better not if----Hi, baby, how goes it?"
This to Bonny Angel, whose eyes had shone with delight when first the car had rolled forward, but who now grew frightened and began to whimper dismally, which set Glory"s own heart beating sorrowfully and spoiled her pleasure in this novel ride. Springing up she would have taken Bonny Angel from Timothy"s arms into her own had he not rudely pushed her down again, commanding sternly:
"Try that no more, colleen, lest ye"d be after murderin" the pair of us!
Sit flat, sit flat, girl, an" cut no monkey-shines with n.o.body, a-ridin"
on a hand-car."
Glory had not thought of danger, though her new friend had not over-rated it. In obedience to this unexpected sternness, she crouched motionless beside him, though she firmly clutched at Bonny"s skirts and began to think this her hardest experience yet, till after a time, at sight of a gamboling squirrel, the little one forgot her fear and laughed out gleefully. Then Glory laughed, too, for already her tiny "Guardian" could influence every mood, so dearly had she grown to love the child thus thrown upon her care.
How the fences and the fields raced by! How the birds sang and the flowers bloomed! And how very, very soon the queer little car stopped short at a skeleton bridge over a noisy creek! There all the workmen leaped to the ground and hastily prepared for labor. Even Timothy had no further time to talk but coolly setting the children upon a bank pointed to a house across the fields and ordered Glory, "Go there an" tell your story, an" tell Mary Fogarty I sent ye."
Then he fell to his own tasks and Take-a-St.i.tch had no choice save obedience.
For a little distance, there was fascination in the meadow for both small wanderers; but soon Bonny Angel"s feet lagged and she put up her arms with that mute pleading to be carried which Glory could not resist, yet the little creature soon grew intolerably heavy, and her face buried beneath her nurse"s chin seemed to burn into the flesh, the blue eyes closed, the whole plump little body settled limp and inert, and a swift alarm shot through the other"s heart.
"Oh, oh, I believe she"s sick! Do "Angels" ever get sick? But she isn"t a truly "Angel," I know now. She"s just somebody"s lost baby. Queer!