"I know lots of lanes," he answered. "There"s Rosemary Lane, and it"s not nice, nor none of "em. They ain"t nice like Temple Gardens."
"Rosemary Lane!" repeated Mrs Blossom. "Why, the lanes in the country are nothing like the lanes in London. They"re beautiful roads, with tall trees growing all along "em, and meeting one another overhead; and there are roses and honeysuckles all about the hedges, and birds singing, and the sun shining. Only you don"t know anything about roses, and honeysuckles, and birds."
"Are there any angels there?" asked Robin, fastening his glistening eyes upon her intently.
"Well, no," said Mrs Blossom, "not as I know of."
"Is the devil in the country?" pursued Robin.
"Yes," answered Mrs Blossom, "I suppose he"s there pretty much the same as here. Folks can be wicked anywhere, or else my Posy wouldn"t have grown up bad."
Robin asked no more questions, and Mrs Blossom was glad to talk of something else. It was a very happy day altogether, but it came too quickly to an end. Meg wrapped up her children well before turning out into the cold streets, and Mrs Blossom gave them a farewell kiss each, with two to Meg because she was such a comfort to her.
When they reached their own attic they heard Kitty call to them, and Meg opened her door. She was sitting without any fire, st.i.tching away as for her life at a coa.r.s.e striped shirt, lighted only by a small farthing candle; but she laid down her task for a minute, and raised her thin pale face, and her eyes half blinded with tears and hard work.
"Where have you been all day, little Meg?" she asked.
"Me and the children have been at Mrs Blossom"s, answered Meg, "because it"s Christmas Day: and I wish you"d been there as well, Kitty. We"d such a good dinner and tea. She gave me a bit of cake to bring home, and you shall have some of it."
"No, no," said Kitty, "it "ud choke me."
"Oh, it couldn"t; it"s as nice as nice can be," said Meg. "You must just have a taste of it."
"Did you go talking about that Posy again?" asked Kitty, bending diligently over her work.
"We always talk about her," answered Meg, "every day. Mrs Blossom"s watching for her to go by all day long, you know."
"She"ll never go by," said Kitty shortly.
"Oh, she"s certain sure to go by some day," cried Meg. "Mrs Blossom asks G.o.d to let her go by, every day of her life; and He"s positive to do it."
"If she"s grown up so wicked," argued Kitty, "she didn"t ought to go back to her mother, and her such a good woman. G.o.d won"t send her back to her mother, you"ll see."
"But if G.o.d sent her back, her mother "ud never think of her being wicked, she loves her so," said little Meg. "If Robbie were ever so naughty, I"d keep on loving him till he was good again."
"Well, Posy"ll never go home no more," said Kitty; and hot tears fell fast upon her work.
"She will, she will," cried Meg. "I expect her every day, like father.
Perhaps they"ll both come home to-morrow. I wish you"d ask G.o.d to let Posy and father come home to-morrow."
"I"m too bad to ask G.o.d for anything," sobbed Kitty.
"Well, I don"t know," said Meg sorrowfully. "You"re not bad to me or the children. But I must go to bed now. Let us kiss you afore we go.
Mrs Blossom kissed me twice, and said I was a comfort to her."
Kitty threw down her work, and clasped Meg strongly in her arms, pressing down Meg"s head upon her breast, and crying, "Oh, my dear little Meg! My good little Meg!" Then she put them all three gently out of her room, and bade them good-night and G.o.d bless them, in a husky and tremulous voice.
CHAPTER XI
Little Meg"s Baby
The new year came, but Meg"s father had not arrived. Kitty was having a mad outburst, as if she had so long controlled herself that now it was necessary to break out into extra wickedness. She came home late every night, very drunk, and shouting loud s.n.a.t.c.hes of songs, which wakened up the inmates of the lower stories, and drew upon her a storm of oaths. But she continued always good-natured and kind to Meg, and insisted upon having the daily charge of Robin and the baby, though Meg left them in her care with a very troubled and anxious spirit. Things were looking very dark to the poor little woman; but she kept up as brave a heart as she could, waiting from day to day for that long-deferred coming of her father, in which she believed so firmly.
It was a little later than usual one evening, for the days were creeping out since the new year, when Meg climbed wearily upstairs to Kitty"s attic, in search of her children, but found that they were not there. Mr Grigg told her that he had seen Kitty take them out with her in the afternoon; and even while he was speaking, Meg saw her staggering and rolling into the court, with the baby fast asleep in her drunken arms. Meg took it from her without a word, and led Robin away upstairs. Robin"s face was flushed, and his hand was very hot; but the baby lay in her arms heavily, without any movement or sign of life, except that the breath came through her parted lips, and her eyelids stirred a little. Meg locked the door of her attic, and laid her baby on the bed, while she lighted the fire and got their tea ready. Robin looked strange, but he chattered away without ceasing, while he watched her set the things in readiness. But the baby would not awake. It lay quite still on Meg"s lap, and she poured a little warm tea into its mouth, but it did not swallow it, only slept there with heavy eyelids, and moving neither finger nor foot, in a strange, profound slumber. It was smaller and thinner than when mother died, thought Meg; and she lifted up the lifeless little hand to her lips, half hoping that its eyes would unclose a little more, and that sweet, loving smile, with which it always welcomed her return, would brighten its languid face.
But baby was too soundly asleep to smile.
Little Meg sat up all night, with the baby lying on her lap, moaning a little now and then as its slumbers grew more broken, but never lifting up its eyelids to look into her face and know it. When the morning dawned it was still the same. Could the baby be ill? asked Meg of herself. It did not seem to be in any pain; yet she carried it to the door, and called softly for Kitty to come and look at it; but there was no reply, only from below came up harsh sounds of children screaming and angry women quarrelling. Oaths and threats and shrieks were all the answer Meg"s feeble cry received. She sat down again on her mother"s low chair before the fire, and made the baby comfortable on her lap; while Robin stood at her knee, looking down pitifully at the tiny, haggard, sleeping face, which Meg"s little hand could almost cover. What was she to do? There was no one in Angel Court whom she dare call to her help. Baby might even die, like the greater number of the babies born in that place, whose brief lives ended quickly, as if existence was too terrible a thing in the midst of such din and squalor. At the thought that perhaps baby was going to die, two or three tears of extreme anguish rolled down little Meg"s cheeks, and fell upon baby"s face; but she could not cry aloud, or weep many tears.
She felt herself falling into a stupor of grief and despair, when Robin laid his hand upon her arm.
"Why don"t you ask G.o.d to waken baby?" he asked.
"I don"t know whether it "ud be a good thing," she answered. "Mother said she"d ask Him over and over again to let her take baby along with her, and that "ud be better than staying here. I wish we could all go to heaven; only I don"t know whatever father "ud do if he come home and found us all dead."
"Maybe G.o.d"ll take me and baby," said Robbie thoughtfully, "and leave you to watch for father."
"I only wish baby had called me Meg once afore she went," cried little Meg.
The baby stirred a little upon her knees, and stretched out its feeble limbs, opening its blue eyes wide and looking up into her face with its sweet smile of welcome. Then the eyelids closed again slowly, and the small features put on a look of heavenly calm and rest. Meg and Robin gazed at the change wonderingly without speaking; but when after a few minutes Meg laid her hand gently upon the smooth little forehead, the same chill struck to her heart as when she had touched her mother"s dead face.
It did not seem possible to little Meg that baby could really be dead.
She chafed its puny limbs, as she had seen her mother do, and walked up and down the room singing to it, now loudly, now softly; but no change came upon it, no warmth returned to its death-cold frame, no life to its calm face. She laid it down at length upon the bed, and crossed its thin wee arms upon its breast, and then stretching herself beside it, with her face hidden from the light, little Meg gave herself up to a pa.s.sion of sorrow.
"If I"d only asked G.o.d, for Christ"s sake," she cried to herself, "maybe He"d have let baby wake, though I don"t know whether it"s a good thing. But now she"s gone to mother, and father"ll come home, and he"ll find n.o.body but me and Robbie, and the money safe. Oh! I wish I"d asked G.o.d."
"Meg," said Robin, after she had worn herself out with sobs and tears, and was lying silently beside baby, "I"m very poorly. I think I"ll go to live with the angels, where mother and baby are gone."
Meg started up, and gazed anxiously at Robin. His bright eyes were dimmed, and his face was flushed and heavy; he was stretched on the floor near the fire, in a listless att.i.tude, and did not care to move, when she knelt down beside him, and put her arm under his head. It ached, he said; and it felt burning hot to her touch. Meg"s heart stood still for a moment, and then she dropped her tear-stained sorrowful face upon her hands.
"Pray G.o.d," she cried, "don"t take Robbie away as well as baby. Maybe it wasn"t a good thing for baby to stay, now mother"s dead, though I"ve done everythink I could, and there"s been n.o.body to take care of us but You. But, pray G.o.d, do let Robbie stay with me till father comes home; for Jesus Christ"s sake. Amen."
Meg rose from her knees, and lifted up Robin as gently as she could, soothing him, and talking fondly to him as she took off his clothes.
When that was finished she laid him on the same bed where the baby was sleeping its last long sleep, with its tiny face still wearing an unspeakable calm; for Robin"s little mattress had been sold some time ago. The day was just at an end, that sorrowful day, and a lingering light from the west entered through the attic window, and lit up the white, peaceful features with the flushed and drowsy face of Robin beside it. Meg felt as if her heart would surely break as she stooped over them, and kissed them both, her lips growing cold as they touched baby"s smiling mouth. Then drawing her old shawl over her head, she locked the attic door securely behind her, and ran as fast as her feet could carry her to Mrs Blossom"s house.
"Robbie"s very ill," gasped Meg, breathlessly, as she burst into the shop, the shutters of which were already put up, though it was still early in the night, "and I want a doctor for him. Where shall I find a doctor?"
Mrs Blossom had her bonnet and cloak on, and looked very pale and flurried. When she answered Meg she kept her hand pressed against her heart.
"I"m just a-going to one," she said, "the best at this end o" London, Dr Christie, and you"d better come along with me. He knows me well.
Meg, I"ve seen somebody go by to-day as was like Posy, only pale and thin; but when I ran out, she was gone like a shadow. I"m a-going to tell Dr Christie; he knows all about Posy and me."
But Meg scarcely heard what Mrs Blossom said. All her thoughts and interest centred in Robin, and she felt impatient of the slow progress of her companion. They seemed to her to be going a long, long way, until they came to better streets and larger houses; and by-and-by they saw a carriage standing before a door, and a gentleman came out and got into it hurriedly.
"Why, bless me!" exclaimed Mrs Blossom, "there"s Dr Christie. Stop him, Meg, stop him!"
Meg needed no urging, but rushed blindly across the street. There was all at once a strange confusion about her, a trampling of horses" feet, and a rattling of wheels, with a sudden terror and pain in herself; and then she knew no more. All was as nothing to her--baby and Robin alone in the attic, and Mrs Blossom and Posy--all were gone out of her mind and memory. She had thrown herself before the horses" heads, and they had trampled her down under their feet.