"P"raps Miss Earnshaw wouldn"t scold me. She let me come, and I didn"t fell down on purpose. But I _know_ she wouldn"t let me come out again--I"m sure she wouldn"t, and I do so want to get the pipes my own self. You"ll take me to Mrs. Whelan"s, won"t you, dear Brown Smiley?"
"I"ll catch it when she sees I haven"t done her errant," said Matilda.
"But never mind; she"ll not be so bad with you there, maybe. Come up with me, missy, and I"ll get Rebecca to wipe you a bit," and she began the ascent of the narrow staircase, followed by Peggy.
CHAPTER IX
THE OPPOSITE HOUSE
"There was an old woman that lived in a shoe, She had so many children she didn"t know what to do."
_Nursery Rhymes._
IN spite of her misfortunes, Peggy could not help feeling very pleased at finding herself at last inside the house she had watched so often from the outside. It was certainly not a pretty house--a big person would probably have thought it a very poor and uninteresting one; but it was not dirty. The old wooden steps were scrubbed down once a week regularly, so there was nothing to strike the little girl as disagreeable, and it seemed delightfully queer and mysterious as she climbed the steep, uneven staircase, which grew darker and darker as they went on, so that but for Brown Smiley"s voice in front, Peggy would not have had the least idea where she was going.
"There"s Mother Whelan"s door," Matilda said in a half whisper, as if afraid of the old woman"s pouncing out upon them, and Peggy wondered how she knew it, for to her everything was perfectly dark; "but we"ll go upstairs first to Rebecca," and on they climbed.
Suddenly, what seemed for a moment a blaze of brilliant light from the contrast with the darkness where they were, broke upon them. Peggy quite started. But it was only the opening of a door.
"Is that you, Matilda-Jane? My, but you have been sharp. I should think old Whelan "ud be pleased for onst."
The speaker was Reddy; she stood in the doorway, her bare red arms shining, as they always did, from being so often up to the elbows in soap and water.
"Oh, Rebecca, don"t say nothin", but I"ve not been of my errant yet.
Now, don"t ye begin at me--"tweren"t of my fault. I was a-"urryin" along when I saw miss "ere a-rollin" in the wet with her humberellar, and I "ad to pick her up. She"s that muddy we were afeard they"d give it her over the way--her mar"s away. So I told her as you"d tidy her up a bit.
Come along, missy. Rebecca"s got a good "eart, has Rebecca; she"ll clean you nicely, you"ll see."
For at the sound of Rebecca"s sharp voice poor Peggy had slunk back into the friendly gloom of the staircase. But she came creeping forward now, so that Reddy saw her.
"Lor"!" said the big girl, "little miss from the hopposite winder to be sure."
This quite restored Peggy"s courage.
"Have you seen me at the window?" she said. "How funny! I"ve looked at you lotses and lotses of times, but I never thought of you looking at me."
To which both sisters replied with their favourite exclamation, "Lor"!"
Just then came a voice from inside.
"Shut the door there, Rebecca, can"t you? If there"s one thing I can"t abide, and you might know it, it"s a hopen door, and the draught right on baby"s head."
Rebecca took Peggy by the hand and drew her into the room, and while she was relating the story of little missy"s misfortunes to her mother, little missy looked round her with the greatest interest.
It was a small room, but oh, how full of children! Dinner was being got ready "against father and the boys coming home," Matilda said, but where father and the boys could possibly find s.p.a.ce to stand, much less to sit, Peggy lay awake wondering for a long time that night. She counted over all those already present, and found they were all there except Lizzie, the lame girl. And besides the two babies and Alfred, whom she knew by sight, she was amazed to see a fourth, a very tiny doll of a thing--the tiniest thing she had ever seen, but which they all were as proud of as if there had never been a baby among them before. At this moment it was reposing in the arms of Mary-Hann; Light Smiley, whose real name was Sarah, you remember, was taking charge of the two big babies in one corner, while Reddy and her mother were busy at the fire, and "Halfred" was amusing himself quietly with some marbles, apparently his natural occupation.
What a lot of them! Peggy began to feel less sure that she would like to have as many sisters as the Smileys. Still they all looked happy, and their mother, whom Peggy had never seen before, had really a very kind face.
"I"ll see to the pot, Rebecca," she said; "just you wipe missy"s frock a bit. "Twill be none the worse, you"ll see. And so your dear mar"s away missy. I "ope the change"ll do her good."
"Yes, thank you," said Peggy. "She"s gone to the country. Did you ever live in the country? And was it in a white cottage?"
Mrs. Simpkins smiled.
"No, missy, I"m town-bred. "Tis father as knows all about the country; he"s a Brackenshire man."
"Oh yes," said Peggy, "I forgot. It"s Miss Earnshaw"s mother I was thinking of."
"But father," said Matilda, "_he_ can tell lots of tales about the country."
"I wish he was at home," said Peggy. "But I must go, now my frock"s cleaned. Some day p"raps I"ll come again. Thank you, Reddy," at which Rebecca, who had been vigorously rubbing Peggy"s skirts, stared and looked as if she were going to say "Lor"!" "I"m going to buy soap-bubble pipes at Mrs. Whelan"s," Peggy went on, for she was losing her shyness now; "that"s what I comed out in the rain for. We"re going to play at soap-bubbles this afternoon, "cos it"s too wet to go out a walk."
All the Smileys listened with great interest.
"Mayn"t Brown--I mean Matilda-Jane--come with me, pelease?" said Peggy.
"I"m _razer_ frightened to go to buy them alone; sometimes that old woman does look so cross."
"She looks what she is then," said Reddy, ""cept for one thing; she"s awful good to Lizzie. She"s a-sittin" down there this very minute as is, is Lizzie, to be out o" the way like when mother and me"s cleaning, you see, miss."
Brown Smiley"s face had grown grave.
"I dursn"t let Mother Whelan see as I"ve not gone," she said, "but if missy doesn"t like to go alone--not as she"d be sharp to the likes of you, but still----"
"_I"ll_ go," said little Sarah, Light Smiley, that is to say. "Jest you see to the childer will ye, Mary-Hann?" she shouted to the deaf sister.
"I won"t be harf a minute."
"And you, Matilda-Jane, off with you," said Rebecca, which advice Brown Smiley instantly followed.
Sarah took Peggy"s hand to escort her down the dark staircase again.
Light Smiley was, of all the family perhaps, Peggy"s favourite. She was two years or so older than her little opposite neighbour, but she scarcely looked it, for both she and Brown Smiley were small and slight, and when you came to speak to them both, Sarah seemed a good deal younger than Matilda; she was so much less managing and decided in manner, but on the present occasion Peggy would have preferred the elder Smiley, for to tell the truth her heart was beginning to beat much faster than usual at the thought of facing Mrs. Whelan in her den.
"Isn"t you frightened, Light Smiley?" asked the little girl when the two stopped, and Peggy knew by this that they must be at the old woman"s door.
"Oh no," Sarah replied. "Tisn"t as if we"d been up to any mischief, you see. And Lizzie"s there. She"s mostly quiet when Lizzie"s there."
So saying she pushed the door open. It had a bell inside, which forthwith began to tinkle loudly, and made Peggy start. This bell was the pride of Mrs. Whelan"s heart; it made such a distinction, she thought, between her and the rest of the tenants of the house, and the more noisily it rang the better pleased she was. Sarah knew this, and gave the door a good shove, at the same time pulling Peggy into the room.
"What"s it yer afther now, and what"s become of Matilda-Jane?" called out the old woman, not, at the first moment, catching sight of Peggy.
"It"s little missy from over-the-way," Sarah hastened to explain; "she"s come to buy some pipes of you, Mother Whelan."
[Ill.u.s.tration: "To be sure," she said in her most gracious tone. ""Tis the beautiful pipes I have. And "tis proud I am to say the purty young lady," and on she went with a long flattering speech about Peggy"s likeness to her "swate mother," and inquiries after the lady"s health, all the time she was reaching down from a high shelf an old broken cardboard box, containing her stock of clay pipes.
P. 138.]
Mrs. Whelan looked at Peggy where she stood behind Sarah, gravely staring about her.