"You never saw a child so full of pity as this one is, when she knows what to be sorry for. But a great deal she understands about blindness!
And why should she?--Look here, Topknot; which would you rather do? Have your eyes put out, and lots of candy to eat, _or_, your eyes all good, and not a speck of candy as long as you live?"
"I"d ravver have the candy "_thout_ blind-eyed?"
"But supposing you couldn"t have but one?"
Fly reflected seriously for half a minute, and then answered,
"I"d ravver have the candy _with_ blind-eyed!"
"There, girls, what did I tell you?"
""Cause I could eat the candy athout looking, you know," added Fly, shutting her eyes, and putting a sprig of cedar in her mouth, by way of experiment.
"You little goosie," said Prudy; "when Aunt Madge was crying so about Maria, I did think you were a hard-hearted thing to look up and laugh; but now, I don"t believe you knew any better."
"Hard-hearted things will soften," said auntie, kissing the baby"s puzzled face. "Little bits of green apples, how hard they are! but they keep growing mellow."
"O, you little green apple," cried Dotty, pinching Fly"s cheek.
"I was rather hard-hearted, if I remember, when I was an apple of that size," continued Aunt Madge. "I could tell you of a few cruel things I said and did."
"Tell them," said Horace; "please "fess."
"Yes, auntie, naughty things are so interesting. Do begin and tell all about it."
"Not on the street, dears. Some time, during the holidays, I may turn story-teller, if you wish it; but here we are at the ferry; now look out for the mud."
"O, what a place," cried Fly, clinging to Horace, and trying to walk on his boots. "Just like where grampa keeps his pig!"
"How true, little sister! but you needn"t use my feet for a sidewalk.
I"ll take you up in my arms. It snowed in the night; but that makes it all the muddier."
"Yes, it doesn"t do snow any good to fall into New York mud," said Aunt Madge; "it is like touching pitch."
"I thought it felt like pitch," remarked Dotty; "sticks to your boots so."
"But, then, overhead how beautiful it is!" said Prudy. "I should think the dirty earth would be ashamed to look up at such a clear sky."
"But the sky don"t mind," returned Horace; "it always overlooks dirt."
"How very sharp we are getting!" laughed auntie; "we have begun the day brilliantly. Any more remarks from anybody?"
"I should like to know," said Dotty, "what all those great wooden things are made for? I never saw such big hen-houses before!"
"Hear her talk!" exclaimed auntie. "Hen-houses, indeed! Why, that is Fulton Market. I shall take you through it when we come back. You can buy anything in there, from a live eel to a book of poetry."
""In mud eel is,"" quoted Horace. "Reckon I"ll buy one, auntie, and carry it home in a piece of brown paper. I believe Dotty is fond of eels."
"Fond of eels! Why, Horace Clifford, you know I can"t bear "em, any more"n a snake. If you do such a thing, Horace Clifford!"
Here Prudy gave her talkative sister a pinch; for they were surrounded by people, and Aunt Madge was giving ferry-tickets to a man who stood in a stall, and brushed them towards him into a drawer.
"Does he stay in it all night?" whispered Fly; "he can"t lie down, no more"n a hossy can."
"Here, child, don"t try to get down out of my arms. I must carry you into the boat. Do you suppose I"d trust those wee, wee feet to go flying over East River?"
"For don"t we know she has wings on her heels?" said Aunt Madge.
Fly twisted around one of her little rubbers, and looked at it. She understood the joke, but thought it too silly to laugh at. East River lay smiling in the sun, white with sails.
"Almost as pretty as our Cas...o...b..y," said Dotty. ""Winona;" is that the boat we are going in? But, Horace, you must cross to the other side, where it says "Gentlemen"s Cabin.""
"How kind you are to take care of me! Wish you"d take as good care of yourself, Cousin Dimple."
And Horace walked straight into the "Ladies" Cabin." There were more men in it, though, than women; so he had the best side of the argument.
"Horace," said Aunt Madge, as they seated themselves, "where is your money?"
"Money? O, in the breast pocket of my coat."
"But don"t you remember, my boy, I advised you to leave it at home? See that placard, right before your eyes."
""Beware of Pickpockets!"" read Horace. "Well, auntie, I intend to beware."
Mrs. Allen did not like his lord-of-creation tone. It was not exactly disrespectful. He adored his aunt, and did not mean to snub her. At the same time he had paid no attention to her advice, and his cool, self-possessed way of setting it one side was very irritating. If Mrs.
Allen had not been the sweetest of women, she would have enjoyed boxing his ears.
"I wish he was two years younger, and then he would have to obey me,"
thought she; "but I don"t like to lay my commands on a boy of fourteen."
The truth was, Horace had a large swelling on the top of his head, known by the name of self-esteem; and it had got bruised a little the day before, when he was obliged to stand one side, and let his aunt manage about finding Flyaway.
"I suppose she thinks I"m a ninny, just because I don"t understand this bothersome city; but I reckon I know a thing or two, if I don"t live in New York!"
And the foolish boy really took some satisfaction in slapping his breast pockets, and remarking to his friends,--
""Twould take a smart chap to get his hand in there without my knowing it. O, Prudy, where"s your wallet? And yours, Dotty? I can carry them as well as not. There"s no knowing what kind of a muss you may be getting into before night."
Prudy gave up hers without a word, but Dotty demurred.
"I guess I"ve got eyes both sides my head, just the same as Horace has, if I am a girl."
She and Cousin Horace usually agreed, but this visit had begun wrong.
"Very well, Dot; if you think "twould be any consolation to you to have somebody come along with a pair of scissors, and snip off your pocket, I don"t know as it"s any of my business."
"See if they do," replied Dotty, clutching her pocket in her right hand.