"Ma"am," she said, "those words won"t hurt _her_. She don"t know the language. But you"ve got G.o.d"s daily bread in your hand; how can you talk devil"s Dutch over it?"
The woman glared at her. But she saw nothing but strong, calm, earnest asking in the face; the asking of G.o.d"s own pity.
She rebelled against that, sullenly; but she spoke no more foul words. I think she could as soon have spoken them in the face of Christ; for it was the Christ in Luclarion Grapp that looked out at her.
"You needn"t preach. You can order me out of your shop, if you like.
I don"t care."
"I don"t order you out. I"d rather you would come again. I don"t think you will bring that street-muck with you, though."
There was both confidence and command in the word like the "Neither do I condemn thee: go, and sin no more." It detached the street-muck from the woman. It was not _she_; it was defilement she had picked up, when perhaps she could not help it. She could sc.r.a.pe her shoes at the door, and come in clean.
"You know a darned lot about it, I suppose!" were the last words of defiance; softened down, however, you perceive, to that which can be printed.
Desire was pale, with a dry sob in her throat, when the woman had gone and Luclarion turned round.
"The angels in heaven know; why shouldn"t you?" said Luclarion.
"That"s what we"ve got to help."
A child came in afterwards, alone; with an actual clean spot in the middle of her face, where a ginger-nut or an acid drop might go in.
This was a regular customer of a week past. The week had made that clean spot; with a few pleasant and encouraging hints from Luclarion, administered along with the gingerbread.
Now it was Hazel"s turn.
The round mouth and eyes, with expectation in them, were like a spot of green to Hazel, feeling with her witch-wand for a human spring.
But she spoke to Desire, looking cunningly at the child.
"Let us go back and swing," she said.
The girl"s head p.r.i.c.ked itself up quickly.
"We"ve got a swing up-stairs," said Hazel, pa.s.sing close by, and just pausing. "A new one. I guess it goes pretty high; and it looks out of top windows. Wouldn"t you like to come and see?"
The child lived down in a cellar.
"Take up some ginger-nuts, and eat them there," said Luclarion to Hazel.
If it had not been for that, the girl would have hung back, afraid of losing her shop treat.
Hazel knew better than to hold out her hand, at this first essay; she would do that fast enough when the time came. She only walked on, through the sitting-room, to the stairs.
The girl peeped, and followed.
Clean stairs. She had never trodden such before. Everything was strange and clean here, as she had never seen anything before in all her life, except the sky and the white clouds overhead. Heaven be thanked that they are held over us, spotless, always!
Hazel heard the little feet, shuffling, in horrible, distorted shoes, after her, over the steps; pausing, coming slowly but still starting again, and coming on.
Up on the high landing, under the skylight, she opened the door wide into the dormer-windowed room, and went in; she and Desire, neither of them looking round.
Hazel got into the swing. Desire pushed; after three vibrations they saw the ragged figure standing in the doorway, watching, turning its head from side to side as the swing pa.s.sed.
"Almost!" cried Hazel, with her feet up at the window. "There!" She thrust them out at that next swing; they looked as if they touched the blue.
"I can see over all the chimneys, and away off, down the water! Now let the old cat die."
Out again, with a spring, as the swinging slackened, she still took no notice of the child, who would have run, like a wild kitten, if she had gone after her. She called Desire, and plunged into a closet under the eaves.
"I wonder what"s here!" she exclaimed.
"Rats!"
The girl in the doorway saw the dark, into which the low door opened; she was used to rats in the dark.
"I don"t believe it," says Hazel; "Luclarion has a cut, a great big buff one with green eyes. She came in over the roofs, and she runs up here nights. I shouldn"t wonder if there might be kittens, though,--one of these days, at any rate. Why! what a place to play "Dare" in! It goes way round, I don"t know where! Look here, Desire!"
She sat on the threshold, that went up a step, over the beam, and so leaned in. She had one eye toward the girl all the time, out of the shadow. She beckoned and nodded, and Desire came.
At the same moment, the coast being clear, the girl gave a sudden scud across, and into the swing. She began to scuff with her slipshod, twisted shoes, pushing herself.
Hazel gave another nod behind her to Desire. Desire stood up, and as the swing came back, pushed gently, touching the board only.
The girl laughed out with the sudden thrill of the motion. Desire pushed again.
Higher and higher, till the feet reached up to the window.
"There!" she cried; and kicked an old shoe off, out over the roof.
"I"ve lost my shoe!"
"Never mind; it"ll be down in the yard," said Hazel.
Thereupon the child, at the height of her sweep again, kicked out the other one.
Desire and Hazel, together, pushed her for a quarter of an hour.
"Now let"s have ginger-cakes," said Hazel, taking them out of her pocket, and leaving the "cat" to die.
Little Barefoot came down at that, with a run; hanging to the rope at one side, and dragging, till she tumbled in a sprawl upon the floor.
"You ought to have waited," said Desire.
"Poh! I don"t never wait!" cried the ragam.u.f.fin rubbing her elbows.
"I don"t care."
"But it isn"t nice to tumble round," suggested Hazel.
"I _ain"t_ nice," answered the child, and settled the subject.
"Well, these ginger-nuts are," said Hazel. "Here!"