Connie could no more withstand Father John"s authoritative tone than she could fly. After a minute"s pause she did tell what she knew, and Father John wrote Mrs. Anderson"s address down in his note-book.
"Now then, Connie," he said, rising, "you"re better. Sue and Giles will be so glad to see you once more! Come, dear; let me take you to them."
Connie stood up. There was a curious, wild light in her eyes; but she avoided looking at the street preacher, and he did not observe it. Had he done so he would have been more careful.
The two went out into the street together. It was now getting really late. The distance between the preacher"s room and the humble lodgings where Sue and Giles lived was no great way, but to reach the home of the little Giles they had to pa.s.s some very ill-favored courts. At one of these Connie suddenly saw a face she knew. She started, trembling, and would have fled on had not a hand been raised to warning lips. The preacher at that instant was stopped by a man who wanted to ask him a question with regard to a child of his whom Father John was trying to find employment for.
Before he knew what had happened, Connie"s hand was dragged from his.
The girl uttered a slight cry, and the next minute was enveloped in the darkness of one of the worst courts in the whole of London.
"Quiet--quiet!" said a voice. "Don"t you let out one sound or you"ll niver speak no more. It"s me--Agnes. I won"t do yer no "arm ef ye"re quiet. Come along with me now."
Connie went, for she could not do anything else. Her feelings were absolutely confused. She did not know at that fearful moment whether she was glad or sorry to be back with Agnes Coppenger again. She only felt a sense of relief at having slipped away from Father John, and at having, as she thought, parted from her own cruel father.
"Oh Agnes!" she whispered, "hide me; and don"t--don"t take me back to Mammy Warren!"
"Bless yer!" said Agnes, "she"s coped by the perlice. Mammy Warren"s awaiting her trial in the "Ouse of Detention; yer won"t be worried by her no more."
"W"ere are yer taking me, then, Agnes?"
""Ome--to my "ouse, my dear."
"Yer"ll promise to let me go in the morning?"
"Safe an" sure I will--that is, ef yer want to go."
Agnes was now walking so fast that Connie had the utmost difficulty in keeping up with her. She seemed all the time to be dodging, getting into shadows, avoiding lights, turning rapidly round corners, making the most marvellous short cuts, until at last--at last--she reached a very tall house, much taller than the one where Mammy Warren had lived. She made a peculiar whistle when she got there. The door was opened by a boy of about Connie"s age.
""Ere we be, Freckles," said Agnes; "and I ha" got the beautiful and saintly Connie back again."
"Hurrah for saintly Connie!" cried Freckles.
The two girls were dragged in by a pair of strong hands, and Connie found herself in utter darkness, descending some slippery stairs--into what depths she had not the slightest idea.
"These are the cellars," said Agnes when at last a door was flung open, and she found herself in a very poorly lit apartment with scarcely any furniture. "You was in hattics before," continued Agnes; "now ye"re in the cellars. Yer didn"t greatly take to kind Mammy Warren, but perhaps yer"ll like Simeon Stylites better. He"s a rare good man is Simeon--wery pious too. He sets afore him a saint o" the olden days, an" tries to live accordin". He ain"t in yet, so yer can set down and take things heasy."
Connie sat down.
"I"m that frightened!" she said. Agnes began to laugh.
"Sakes!" she exclaimed, "you ha" no cause. Simeon"s a real feeling man, and he"s allers kind to pore gels, more particular ef they "appen to be purty."
Agnes now proceeded to light a fire in a huge, old-fashioned grate.
There seemed to be abundance of coal. She built the fire up high, and when it roared up the chimney she desired Connie to draw near.
"You ain"t got over yer fright yet," she began.
"Don"t talk of it," said Connie.
"I guess as I won"t--yer do look piquey. "Ow"s the other kid?"
"I dunno."
Agnes laughed and winked. After a minute she said,
"Yer needn"t tell me. "E"s with Mrs. Anderson, mother o" the fireman.
The fireman--"e"s a real "andsome man--I can tike to that sort myself.
The kid"s wery bad, he is. Wull, ef he dies it"ll be a pity, for he "ave the makings in "im of a first-rate perfessional."
"Perfessional?" said Connie.
"Yus--ef he lives "e"ll be one. Simeon Stylites "ull see to that. You"ll be a perfessional, too. There"s no use in these "ere days bein" anything of an amattur; yer must be a perfessional or yer can"t earn yer bread."
"I don"t understand," said Connie.
"Sakes! you be stupid. It"s good to open yer heyes now. Wot do yer think Mammy Warren wanted yer for?"
"I never could tell, only Mrs. Anderson said----"
"Yus--tell us wot she said. She"s a torf--let"s get _"er_ idees on the subjeck."
"I won"t tell yer," said Connie.
"Oh--_that"s_ yer little gime! Wull--I don"t keer--I"ll tell yer from my p"int o" view. Mammy Warren wanted yer--not for love--don"t think no sech thing--but jest "cos she could make you a sort o" decoy-duck. W"ile she was pickin" up many a good harvest, folks was a-starin" at you; an"
w"en the little boy were there too, w"y, they stared all the more. She "ad the boy first, and he were a fine draw. But he tuk ill, an" then she had to get some sort, an" I told her "bout you, and "ow purty you were, an" wot golden "air you "ad. "Her golden "air was "angin" down her back," I sung to her, an" she were tuk with the picter. Then I got yer for her--you knows "ow. Wull, pore Mammy Warren! she"s in quad for the present. But she"ll come out agin none the worse; bless yer! they feeds "em fine in quad now. Many a one as I know goes in reg"lar for the cold weather. You see, we"n yer gets yer lodgin" an" yer food at Government expense, it don"t cost yer nothing, an" yer come out none the worse.
That"s wot Mammy Warren "ull do. But Simeon Stylites-"e"s a man "oo prides himself on niver "avin" been tuk yet. He"ll teach yer "ow to be a perfessional. Now then--yer ain"t frightened, be yer?"
"No," said Connie. Once again she was the old Connie. She had got over her anguish of despair and grief about her father"s conduct. She must get out of this, and the only chance was to let Agnes think that she didn"t mind.
"Yer"ll make a _beautiful_ perfessional!" said Agnes, looking at her with admiration now. "I could--I could grovel at yer feet--pore me, so plain as I ham an" hall, an" you so wery genteel. There now, "oo"s that a-knockin" at the door?"
Agnes went to the door. She opened it about an inch, and had a long colloquy with some one outside.
"All right, Freckles," she said, "you can go to bed."
She then came back to Connie.
"Simeon ain"t returning afore to-morrer," she said. "We"ll tike to our beds. Come along with me, Connie."
CHAPTER XIV.
THE SEARCH.
When Connie had been suddenly dragged with extreme force from the preacher"s side, he had darted after her, and would have been knocked down himself, and perhaps killed, if the neighbor who had accosted him had not also gone a step or two into the dark alley and dragged him back by main force.