"Ah, yes, I remember the she-bear. I shouldn"t suppose she"d be any too gentle to her own child, much less a stranger"s; but what are you going to do with the foundling, Flint?"
"Do with her?--Keep her, to be sure, and take care on her."
Cooper laughed rather sarcastically.
"Well, now, I s"pose, neighbour, you think it"s rather freakish in me to be adoptin" a child at my time o" life; and pr"haps it is; but I"ll explain. She"d a died that night I tell yer on, if I hadn"t brought her home with me; and many times since, what"s more, if I, with the help o"
your darter, hadn"t took good care on her. Well, she took on so in her sleep, the first night ever she came, and cried out to me all as if she never had a friend afore (and probably she never had), that I resolved then she should stay, at any rate, and I"d take care on her, and share my last crust with the wee thing, come what might. The Lord"s been very marciful to me, Mr. Cooper, very marciful! He"s raised me up friends in my deep distress. I knew, when I was a little shaver, what a lonesome thing it was to be fatherless and motherless; and when I see this little sufferin" human bein" I felt as if, all friendless as she seemed, she was more specially the Lord"s, and as if I could not sarve Him more, and ought not to sarve Him less, than to share with her the blessings He had bestowed on me. You look round, neighbour, as if you thought "twan"t much to share with any one; and "tan"t much there is here, to be sure; but it"s a _home_,--yes, a _home_; and that"s a great thing to her that never had one. I"ve got my hands yet, and a stout heart, and a willin"
mind. With G.o.d"s help, I"ll be a father to the child; and the time may come when she"ll be G.o.d"s embodied blessin" to me."
Mr. Cooper shook his head doubtfully, and muttered something about children, even one"s own, not being apt to prove blessings.
Trueman added, "Oh, neighbour Cooper, if I had not made up my mind the night Gerty came here, I wouldn"t have sent her away after the next day; for the Lord, I think, spoke to me by the mouth of one of his holy angels, and bade me persevere in my resolution. You"ve seen Miss Graham. She goes to your church regular, with the fine old gentleman her father. I was at their house shovelling snow, after the great storm three weeks since, and she sent for me to come into the kitchen. Well may I bless her angel face, poor thing!--if the world is dark to her she makes it light to other folks. She cannot see heaven"s sunshine outside, but she"s better off than most people, for she"s got it in her, I do believe, and when she smiles it lets the glory out, and looks like G.o.d"s rainbow in the clouds. She"s done me many a kindness since I got hurt so bad in her father"s store, now five years gone; and she sent for me that day, to ask how I did, and if there was anything I wanted that she could speak to the master about. So I told her all about little Gerty; and, I tell you, she and I both cried "fore I"d done. She put some money into my hand, and told me to get Mrs. Sullivan to make some clothes for Gerty; more than that, she promised to help me if I got into trouble with the care of her; and when I was going away, she said, "I"m sure you"ve done quite right, True; the Lord will bless and reward your kindness to that poor child.""
True was so excited that he did not notice what the s.e.xton had observed.
Gerty had risen from her bed and was standing beside True, her eyes fixed upon his face, breathless with the interest she felt in his words.
She touched his shoulder; he looked round, saw her, and stretched out his arms. She sprang into them, buried her face in his bosom, and, bursting into tears, exclaimed, "Shall I stay with you always?"
"Yes, just as long as I live," said True, "you shall be my child."
CHAPTER IV.
FIRST STEPS TO IMPROVEMENT.
It was a stormy evening. Gerty was standing at the window, watching for True"s returning from his lamplighting. She was neatly dressed, her hair smooth, her face and hands clean. She was now quite well--better than for years before her sickness; a pale, slender-looking child, with eyes and mouth disproportionately large to her other features; her look of suffering had given place to a happy though rather grave expression. On the wide window-sill in front of her sat a plump and venerable cat, parent to Gerty"s lost darling, and for that reason very dear to her; she was quietly stroking its back, while the constant purring that the old veteran kept up proved her satisfaction at the arrangement.
Suddenly a rumbling, tumbling sound was heard in the wall. The house was old, and furnished with ample accommodation for rats. One would have thought a chimney was falling brick by brick. But it did not alarm Gerty; she was used to rat-inhabited walls, and accustomed to hearing such sounds all her life, when she slept in the garret at Nan Grant"s.
Not so, however, with the ancient grimalkin, who p.r.i.c.ked up her ears, and gave every sign of a disposition to rush into battle.
Gerty glanced round the room with an air of satisfaction; then, clambering upon the window-sill, where she could see the lamplighter as he entered the gate, she took the cat in her arms, smoothed her dress, and gave a look of pride at her shoes and stockings, and strove to become patient. But it would not do; she could not be patient; it seemed to her that he never came so late before, and she was beginning to think he never would come at all, when he turned into the gate. He had brought some person with him. He did not look tall enough to be Mr. Cooper, but she concluded it must be he, for whoever it was stopped at his door further up the yard and went it. Impatient as Gerty had been for True"s arrival, she did not run to meet him as usual, but waited until she heard him come in through the shed, where he was in the habit of stopping to hang up his ladder and lantern. She then ran and hid behind the door by which he must enter the room. She evidently had some great surprise in store for him. The cat was more mindful of her manners, and went to meet him, rubbing her head against his legs, which was her customary welcome.
"Hollo, whiskers," said True, "where"s my little gal?"
He shut the door behind him as he spoke, thus disclosing Gerty to view.
She sprang forward with a bound, laughed, and looked first at her own clothes and then in True"s face, to see what he would think of her appearance.
"Well, I declare!" said he, lifting her up in his arms, and carrying her nearer to the light; "little folks do look famous! New frock, ap.r.o.n, shoes! got "em all on! And who fixed your hair? My! you an"t none too handsome, sartain, but you do look famous nice!"
"Mrs. Sullivan dressed me all up, and brushed my hair; and _more too_--don"t you see what _else_ she has done?"
True followed Gerty"s eyes as they wandered around the room. He looked amazed to satisfy her antic.i.p.ations, great as they had been. He had been gone since morning, and things had indeed undergone a transformation.
Woman"s hands had evidently been at work clearing up and setting to rights.
Until Gerty came to live with True his home had never been subjected to female intrusion. Living alone, and entertaining scarcely any visitors, he tried to make himself comfortable in his own way, regardless of appearances. In his humble apartment sweeping day came but seldom, and spring-cleaning was unknown. The corners of the ceiling were festooned with cob-webs; the mantle-piece had acc.u.mulated a curious medley of things, while there was no end to the rubbish that had collected under the grate. During Gerty"s illness, a bed made up on the floor for True, and the various articles required in her sick-room, had increased the clutter to such an extent that one almost needed a pilot to conduct him in safety through the apartment.
Mrs. Sullivan was the soul of neatness in her rooms, in her own dress for simplicity, and freedom from the least speck or stain. It was to nurse Gerty, and take care of her in True"s absence, that she first entered a room the reverse of her own; the contrast was painful to her, and it would have been a real pleasure to clear up and put it to rights; and she resolved as soon as Gerty got well, to exert herself in the cause of cleanliness and order, which was, in her eyes, the cause of virtue and happiness, so completely did she identify outward neatness and purity with inward peace.
On the day previous to that on which the great cleaning operations took place, Gerty was observed by Mrs. Sullivan standing in the pa.s.sage near her door, and looking wistfully in. "Come in, Gerty," said the kind little woman; "come in and see me.--Here," added she, seeing how timid the child felt in intruding into a strange room; "you may sit up here by the table and see me iron. This is your little dress. I am smoothing it out, and then your things will all be done! You"ll be glad of some new clothes, shan"t you?"
"Very glad, marm," said Gerty. "Am I to take them away, and keep them all myself?"
"Yes, indeed," said Mrs. Sullivan.
"I don"t know where I"ll put "em all; there an"t no place in our room--at least, no very nice place," said Gerty, glancing at the open drawer, in which Mrs. Sullivan was placing the little dress, adding it to a pile of neatly-folded garments.
"Why, part of them, you know, you"ll be wearing," said Mrs. Sullivan; "and we must find some good place for the rest."
"You"ve got good places for things," said Gerty, looking round the room; "this is a beautiful room."
"Why, it isn"t very different from Mr. Flint"s. It"s just the same size, and two front windows like his. My cupboard is the best; yours is only a three-cornered one; but that"s all the difference."
"Oh, but yours don"t look a bit like ours. You haven"t got any bed here, and all the chairs stand in a row, and the table shines, and the floor is so clean, and the stove is new, and the sun comes in so bright! I wish our room was like this! I think ours is not half so big. Why, Uncle True stumbled over the tongs this morning, and he said there wasn"t room to swing a cat."
"Where were the tongs?" said Mrs. Sullivan.
"About the middle of the floor, marm."
"Well, you see I don"t keep things in the middle of the floor. I think if your room were all cleaned up, and places found for everything, it would look almost as well as mine."
"I wish it could be made as nice," said Gerty; "but what could be done with those beds?"
"I"ve been thinking about that. There"s that little pantry--or bathing-room, I think it must have been when this house was new, and rich people lived in it; that"s large enough to hold a small bedstead and a chair or two; "twould be quite a comfortable little chamber for you. The rubbish in it might just as well be thrown away."
"Oh, that"ll be nice!" said Gerty; "then Uncle True can have his bed back again, and I"ll sleep on the floor in there."
"No," said Mrs. Sullivan; "you shan"t sleep on the floor. I"ve got a very good little cross-legged bedstead that my Willie slept on when he lived at home; and I"ll lend it to you, if you"ll take good care of it and of everything else that is put into your room."
"Oh, I will," said Gerty. "But can I?" added she, hesitating; "do you think I can? I don"t know how to do anything."
"You never have been taught to do anything, my child; but a girl eight years old can do many things if she is patient and tries to learn. I could teach you to do a great deal that would be useful, and that would help your Uncle True very much."
"What could I do?"
"You could sweep the room every day, you could make the beds, with a little help in turning them; you could set the table, toast the bread, and wash the dishes. Perhaps you would not do these things so well at first; but you would keep improving, and get to be a nice little housekeeper."
"Oh, I wish I could do something for Uncle True!" said Gerty; "but how could I ever begin?"
"In the first place, you must have things cleaned up for you. If I thought Mr. Flint would like it, I"d get Kate M"Carty to come in some day and help us; and I think we could greatly improve his home."
"Oh, I know he"d like it," said Gerty; ""twould be grand! May I help?"
"Yes, you may do what you can; but Kate"ll be the best hand; she"s strong, and knows how to do cleaning very well."
"Who"s she?" said Gerty.