"I"m yer "usban", ain"t I?" is the reply to request or objection alike, and "husband" by the casual is defined as "a man with a right to knock his woman down when he likes." This simplifies responsibility, and, being accepted with little or no question by the women, allows great lat.i.tude of action.
Wemock had learned that the strap was safer than a knock-down, however, as a dose of it overnight did not hinder his wife from crawling out of bed to prepare the breakfast and get to work, whereas a kick such as he preferred, had been known to disable her for a week, with inconvenient results as to his own dinners and suppers.
"It"s the liquor as does it. "E"s peaceable enough when the liquor"s out of "im. But their "ands comes so "eavy. They don"t know how "eavy their "ands comes." Thus Mrs. Wemock, standing in the doorway, for the moment holding Orlando, who resented his transfer with a subdued howl of grief, and looked anxiously down the alley toward Polly"s retreating figure.
""Ush now an" ma"ll give him a winkle. Polly"s gone for winkles. It"s winkles we"ll "ave for supper, and a blessing it"s there"s one thing cheap and with some taste to it. A penny-"orth even, goes quite a way, but a penny-"orth ain"t much when there"s a child to each winkle an" may be two."
"The churchyard"s been a better friend to me than to you," said a thin and haggard-looking woman, who had come across the street for a look at Orlando. "Out of my seventeen, there ain"t but six left an" one o" them is in the Colonies. There"s small call to wish "em alive, when there"s nought but sorrow ahead. If we was ladies I suppose it might all be different."
It was at this point that Polly"s question was heard,--Polly, who had rushed back with the winkles and put the dish into her mother"s hand and caught Orlando as if she had been separated from him hours instead of minutes. And Orlando in turn put his skinny little arms about her neck.
Whatever might be wrong with his inside, the malady had not reached his heart, which beat only for Polly, his great dark eyes, hollow with suffering, fixing themselves on her face with a sort of adoration.
"A lady?" Mrs. Wemock said reflectively, eying her winkles, "there"s more than one kind, Polly. A lady"s mostly one that has nought to do but what she likes, and goes in a carriage for fear she"ll soil her feet.
But I"ve seen real ladies that thought on the poor, and was in and out among "em. That kind is "ard to find, Polly. I never knew but two an"
they"re both dead. It"s them as has money, that"s ladies, and them that hasn"t--why they isn"t."
"Then I can"t be a lady," said Polly. "I heard Nelly Anderson say she meant to be a lady."
"Lord keep you from that kind!" said the mother hastily, with a significant look at her neighbor, which Polly did not fail to note and puzzle over. Tending Orlando gave her much time for puzzling. She was known as an "old fashioned" child, with ways quite her own, always to be depended upon, and confiding in no one but Orlando, who answered her in a language of his own.
"When I am a lady, we will go away somewhere together," Polly said. "I think I shall be a lady sometime, Orlando, and then we"ll have good times. There are good times somewhere, only they don"t get into the Buildings," and with a look at the sooty walls and the dirty pa.s.sage she followed her mother slowly up the stairs, and took her three winkles and the big slice of bread and dripping, which she and Orlando were to share, into the corner. Orlando must be coaxed to eat, which was always a work of time, and before her own share had been swallowed, her father"s step was on the stairs, and her mother turned round from the machine.
"Keep out of the way, Polly. "E"s taken too much, I know by the step of "im, and "e won"t "alf know what he"s about."
Polly shrunk back. There was no time to get under the bed, which she often did, and she hugged Orlando close and waited fearfully. Both were silent, but she put her bread behind her. To see them eating sometimes enraged him, and he had been known to fling loaf and teapot both from the windows.
Both were on the table now, two or three slices spread with dripping for the younger boys who would presently come in. Wemock sat down, his hands in his pockets and his legs stretched out to their utmost length, and looked first at his wife who was st.i.tching trousers, and then at Polly, whose eyes were fixed upon him.
"I"ll teach you to look at me like that, you brat," he said, rising slowly.
"For the Lord"s sake, Wemock!" his wife cried, for there was deeper mischief than usual in his tone. "Remember what you did to Orlando."
"I"ll do for him again. I"ve "ad enough of him always hunder foot. Out o" the way, you fool."
Polly looked toward the door. A beating for herself could be taken, but never for Orlando. Her mother had come between, and she saw her father strike her heavily, and then push her into the chair.
"Go on with your trousers," he said. "There"s no money at the Docks, and these children eating me out of house and home. A man might be master of his own. Come "ere. You won"t, won"t you? Then--"
There were oaths and a shriek from Orlando, on whom the strap had fallen; and then Polly, still holding him, rushed for the door, only to be caught back and held, while the heavy fist came down with cruel weight.
"Wemock"s a bit worse than common," they said in the next room as the sounds began; but the shrieks in another moment had drawn every one in the Buildings, and the doorway filled with faces, no one volunteering, however, to interfere with the Briton"s right to deal with his own as he will. He had flung Polly from him, and she lay on the floor unconscious and bleeding. Orlando had crept under the bed, and lay there paralyzed with terror; and the mother shrieked so loudly that the brute slunk back and seated himself again with attempted indifference.
"You"ve done for yourself this time," a neighbor said, and Wemock sprang up, too late to escape the policemen who had been brought by the sounds, not usual in broad daylight, and who suddenly had their hands upon him, while another stooped doubtfully over the child.
"She"s alive," he said. "They take a deal to kill "em, such do, but she"ll need the "ospital. Her arm"s broke."
He lifted the arm as he spoke, and it fell limp, a cry of pain coming from the child, whose eyes had opened a moment and then closed with a look of death on the face. An ambulance was pa.s.sing. Some one had been hurt on the Docks, where accidents are always happening, and was being carried to the hospital; and a neighbor ran down.
"It"s best to do it sudden," she said, "or Orlando "ll never let her go or her mother either," and she hailed the ambulance driver, who objected to taking two, but agreed when he found it was only a child.
Polly came to herself at last, gasping with pain. A broken arm was the least of it. There was a broken rib as well, and bruises innumerable.
But worse than any pain was the separation from Orlando, for whom Polly wailed, till, in despair, the nurse promised to speak to the surgeon and see if he might not be brought; and, satisfied with this hope, the child lay quiet and waited.
She was in a clean bed,--such a bed as she had never seen, and her soft dark eyes examined the nurse and all the strange surroundings in the intervals of pain. But fever came soon, and in long days of unconscious murmurings and tossings, all that was left of Polly"s thin little frame wasted away.
"It is a hopeless case," the doctor said, "though after all with children you can never tell."
There came a day when Polly opened her eyes, quite conscious, and looked up once more at the nurse with the old appeal.
"I want Orlando. Where"s Orlando?"
"He can"t come," the nurse said, after a moment, in which she turned away.
"You promised," Polly said faintly.
"I know it," the nurse said. "He should come if he could, but he can"t."
"Is he sick?" Polly said after a pause. "Did father hurt him?"
"Yes, he hurt him. He hurt him very much, but he can never hurt him any more. Orlando is dead."
Polly lay quite silent, nor did her face change as she heard the words; but a smile came presently, and her eyes lightened.
"You didn"t know," she said. "Orlando has come. He is right here, and somebody is carrying him. He is putting out his arms."
The child had raised herself, and looked eagerly toward the foot of the bed, "She is bringing him to me. She says, "Polly, you "re going to be a lady and never do what you don"t want to any more." I thought I should be a lady sometime, because I wanted to so much; but I didn"t think it would be so soon. They won"t know me in the Buildings. I"m going to be a lady, and never--"
Polly"s eyes had closed. She fell back. What she had seen no man could know, but the smile stayed.
It was quite certain that something at least had come to her of what she wanted.
CHAPTER VI.
AMONG THE DRESSMAKERS.
"An Englishman"s house is his castle," and an Englishwoman"s no less, and both he and she ward off intruders with an energy inherited from the days when all men were fighters, and intensified by generations of practice. Even a government inspector is looked upon with deep disfavor as one result of the demoralization brought about by liberal and other loose ways of viewing public rights. The private, self-const.i.tuted one, it may then be judged rightly, is regarded as a meddlesome and pestilent busybody seeking knowledge which n.o.body should wish to obtain, and another ill.u.s.tration of what the nineteenth century is coming to.
Various committees of inquiry, from the Organized Charities and from private bodies of workers, visit manufactories and industries in general, where women are employed, to make it evident that there is a desire to know how they fare. Why this wish has arisen, and why things are not allowed to remain as the fathers left them, are two questions at present distracting the British employer"s mind, and likely, before the inquiry is ended, to distract it more, as, day by day, the numbers increase of those who persist in believing that they are in some degree their brothers" keepers,--a doctrine questioned ever since the story of time began. Obstacles of every nature are placed in the way of legalized inspection, and evasion and subterfuge, masterly enough to furnish a congress of diplomatists with ideas, are in daily practice. Years of experience make the inspector no less astute, and so the war goes on.
It will be seen then, what difficulties hedge about the private inquirer, who must go armed with every obtainable guarantee, and even then leave the field quite conscious that the informants are chuckling over a series of misleading statements, and that not much will be made of that case. So little organization exists among the workers themselves, and there is such deadly fear of losing a place that women and girls listen silently to statements, which they denounce afterwards as absolutely false. Natural as this is,--and it is one of the inevitable results of the system,--it is one of the worst obstacles in the way, not only of inquiry but any statements of results.
"Of course he lied or she lied," they say, "but don"t for anything in the world let them know that we said so or that you know anything about it."
This injunction, which for the individual worker"s sake must be scrupulously attended to, hampers not only inquiry but reform, and delays still further the attempts at organization made here and there.
The system applied to dressmaking, our present topic, differs from anything known in America save in one of its phases, and merits some description, representing as it does some lingering remnant of the old apprentice system.