Nell was not a little alarmed to hear this, supposing that the lady might be intimately acquainted with the firm of Short and Codlin; but what followed tended to rea.s.sure her.
"And very sorry I was," said the lady of the caravan, "to see you in company with a Punch--a low practical, wulgar wretch, that people should scorn to look at."
"I was not there by choice," rejoined the child; "we didn"t know our way, and the two men were very kind to us, and let us travel with them.
Do you--do you know them, ma"am?"
"Know "em, child!" cried the lady of the caravan in a sort of shriek.
"Know them! But you"re young and inexperienced, and that"s your excuse for asking sich a question. Do I look as if I know"d them? Does this caravan look as if it know"d "em?"
"No, ma"am, no," said the child, fearing that she had committed some grievous fault, "I beg your pardon."
It was granted immediately, and the child then explained that they had left the races on the first day, and were travelling to the next town, and ventured to inquire how far it was. The stout lady"s reply was rather discouraging, and Nell could scarcely repress a tear at hearing that it was eight miles off. Her grandfather made no complaint, and the two were about to pa.s.s on, when the lady of the caravan called to the child to return. Beckoning to her to ascend the steps, she asked,--"Are you hungry?"
"Not very, but we are tired, and it"s--it is a long way."
"Well, hungry or not, you had better have some tea," rejoined her new acquaintance. "I suppose you"re agreeable to that, old gentleman?"
The grandfather humbly pulled off his hat, and thanked her, and sitting down, they made a hearty meal, enjoying it to the utmost.
While they were thus engaged, the lady of the caravan held a short conversation with her driver, after which she informed Nell that she and her grandfather were to go forward in the caravan with her, for which kindness Nell thanked the lady with unaffected earnestness. She helped with great alacrity to put away the tea-things, and mounted into the vehicle, followed by her delighted grandfather. Their patroness then shut the door, and away they went, with a great noise of flapping, and creaking, and straining, and the bright bra.s.s knocker, knocking one perpetual double knock of its own accord as they jolted heavily along.
When they had travelled slowly forward for some short distance, Nell looked around the caravan, and observed it more closely. One half of it was carpeted, with a sleeping place, after the fashion of a berth on board ship, part.i.tioned off at the farther end, which was shaded with fair, white curtains, and looked comfortable enough,--though by what kind of gymnastic exercise the lady of the caravan ever contrived to get into it,--was an unfathomable mystery. The other half served for a kitchen, and was fitted up with a stove, whose small chimney pa.s.sed through the roof. It held, also, a closet or larder, and the necessary cooking utensils, which latter necessaries hung upon the walls, which in the other portion of the establishment were decorated with a number of well-thumbed musical instruments.
Presently the old man fell asleep, and the lady of the caravan invited Nell to come and sit beside her.
"Well, child," she said, "how do you like this way of travelling?"
Nell replied that she thought that it was very pleasant indeed. Instead of speaking again, the lady of the caravan sat looking at the child for a long time in silence, then getting up, brought out a roll of canvas about a yard in width, which she laid upon the floor, and spread open with her foot until it nearly reached from one end of the caravan to the other.
"There, child," she said, "read that."
Nell walked down it, and read aloud, in enormous black letters, the inscription, "JARLEY"S WAX-WORK."
"Read it again," said the lady complacently.
"Jarley"s Wax-Work," repeated Nell.
"That"s me," said the lady. "I am Mrs. Jarley."
The lady of the caravan then unfolded another scroll, whereon was the inscription, "One hundred figures the full size of life," then several smaller ones with such inscriptions as, "The genuine and only Jarley,"
"Jarley is the delight of the n.o.bility and gentry," "The royal family are the patrons of Jarley." When she had exhibited these to the astonished child, she brought forth hand-bills, some of which were couched in the form of parodies on popular melodies, as, "Believe me, if all Jarley"s Wax-Work so rare," "I saw thy show in youthful prime,"
"Over the water to Jarley." While others were composed with a view to the lighter and more facetious spirits, as a parody on the favorite air of "If I had a donkey," beginning:
"If I know"d a donkey what wouldn"t go To see MRS. JARLEY"S wax-work show, Do you think I"d acknowledge him?
Oh, no, no!
Then run to Jarley"s"--
besides other compositions in prose, all having the same moral--namely, that the reader must make haste to Jarley"s, and that children and servants were admitted at half price, Mrs. Jarley then rolled these testimonials up, and having put them carefully away, sat down and looked at the child in triumph.
"I never saw any wax-work, ma"am," said Nell. "Is it funnier than Punch?"
"Funnier!" said Mrs. Jarley, in a shrill voice. "It is not funny at all."
"Oh!" said Nell, with all possible humility.
"It isn"t funny at all," repeated Mrs. Jarley. "It"s calm and cla.s.sical.
No low beatings and knockings about, no jokings and squeakings, like your precious Punches, but always the same, with a constantly unchanging air of coldness and gentility; and so life-like, that if wax-work only spoke and walked about, you"d hardly know the difference."
"Is it here, ma"am?" asked Nell, whose curiosity was awakened by this description.
"Is what here, child?"
"The wax-work, ma"am."
"Why, bless you, child, what are you thinking of? How could such a collection be here? It"s gone on in the other wans to the room where it"ll be exhibited the day after to-morrow. You"re going to the same town, and you"ll see it, I dare say."
"I shall not be in the town, I think, ma"am," said the child.
This answer appeared to greatly astonish Mrs. Jarley, who asked so many questions that Nell was led to tell her some of the details concerning their poverty and wanderings, after which the lady of the caravan relapsed into a thoughtful silence. At length she shook off her fit of meditation, and held a long conversation with the driver, which conference being concluded, she beckoned Nell to approach.
"And the old gentleman, too," said Mrs. Jarley. "I want to have a word with him. Do you want a good situation for your granddaughter, master?
If you do, I can put her in the way of getting one. What do you say?"
"I can"t leave her, ma"am," answered the old man. "What would become of me without her?"
"I should have thought you were old enough to take care of yourself, if you ever will be," retorted Mrs. Jarley sharply.
"But he never will be," whispered the child. "Pray do not speak harshly to him. We are very thankful to you," she added aloud. "But neither of us could part from the other, if all the wealth of the world were halved between us."
Mrs. Jarley was a little disconcerted by this reception of her proposal, but presently she addressed the grandfather again:
"If you"re really disposed to employ yourself," she said, "you could help to dust the figures, and take the checks, and so forth. What I want your granddaughter for is to point "em out to the company. It"s not a common offer, bear in mind," said the lady. "It"s Jarley"s wax-work, remember. The duties very light and genteel, the company particularly select. There is none of your open-air wagrancy at Jarley"s, recollect; there is no tarpaulin and saw-dust at Jarley"s, remember. Every expectation held out in the hand-bills is realized to the utmost, and the whole forms an effect of imposing brilliancy hitherto unrivalled in this kingdom. Remember that the price of admission is only sixpence, and that this is an opportunity which may never occur again!"
Descending from the sublime to the details of common life, when she had reached this point, Mrs. Jarley remarked that she could pledge herself to no specific salary until she had tested Nell"s ability, but that she could promise both good board and lodging for the child and her grandfather. Her offer was thankfully accepted.
"And you"ll never be sorry for it," said Mrs. Jarley. "I"m pretty sure of that. So, as that"s all settled, let us have a bit of supper."
In the mean while the caravan blundered on, and came at last upon a town, near midnight. As it was too late to repair to the exhibition rooms, they drew up near to another caravan bearing the great name of Jarley, which being empty, was a.s.signed to the old man as his sleeping-place. As for Nell herself, she was to sleep in Mrs. Jarley"s own travelling-carriage as a signal mark of that lady"s favor.
On the following morning Nell was put to work at once, helping to unpack the chests and arrange the draperies in the exhibition rooms. When this was accomplished, the stupendous collection of figures was uncovered, standing more or less unsteadily upon their legs, and all their countenances expressing great surprise. All the gentlemen were very pigeon-breasted and very blue about the beards, and all the ladies were miraculous figures; and all the ladies and all the gentlemen were looking intensely nowhere, and staring with extraordinary earnestness at nothing.
When Nell had exhausted her first raptures at this glorious sight, Mrs.
Jarley ordered the room to be cleared of all but herself and the child, and was at great pains to instruct Nell in her duty.
"That," said Mrs. Jarley, in her exhibition tones, as Nell touched a figure, "is an unfortunate maid-of-honor in the time of Queen Elizabeth, who died from p.r.i.c.king her finger in consequence of working upon a Sunday. Observe the blood which is trickling from her finger; also the gold-eyed needle of the period, with which she is at work."
All this Nell repeated twice or thrice, pointing to the finger and the needle at the right times, and then pa.s.sed on to the next.
"That, ladies and gentlemen," said Mrs. Jarley, "is Jasper Packlemerton, who courted and married fourteen wives, and destroyed them all by tickling the soles of their feet when they were sleeping in the consciousness of innocence and virtue. On being brought to the scaffold, and asked if he was sorry for what he had done, he replied yes, he was sorry for having let "em off so easy, and hoped all Christian husbands would pardon him the offence. Let this be a warning to all young ladies to be particular in the character of the gentlemen of their choice.