"Were you glad?"
"Yes. I was very glad. I wanted mother."
A short pause following, Jessie thought she had better introduce herself. "I am Jessie Lang," she said; "and--and I am come to live here, father says I must. I s"pose for always--to help your mother with the lodgers."
"Are you? How nice! I am so glad," cried Charlie; "then you"ll be able to come and talk to me sometimes."
"I am not glad," said Jessie, with a quaver in her voice; "but I should like to come and talk to you as often as I can."
Then presently she added, in a conflicting tone, "I don"t know what to call your mother. I don"t like to say "Mrs. Lang," it seems so-- so silly and--stuck-up, and I don"t like to call her "mother,"
because, you see, she isn"t mine at all, really."
"I should," said Charlie decidedly. "I have to call your father "father," though I hate to. I don"t like him. I hate him--he"s-- he"s unkind to mother!" and the pale face flushed and the sad eyes filled with the strength of other feeling.
"Oh!" exclaimed Jessie, "you ought not to speak like that, I am sure.
Why do you ha--why don"t you like him?"
""Cause he"s so unkind to mother. He is unkind to me, too, but I don"t mind that, I don"t see him often; but he"s always going on at mother, he makes her miserable, and he--he hits her!" staring at Jessie with wide, horrified eyes. "We were so happy and comfortable before he came, but now everything seems all wrong, and mother is always unhappy, and--and I--I can"t bear it."
"Don"t cry," said Jessie soothingly. "Did you live here always?"
"Yes, and we had nice lodgers, and a nice house, and we had money enough for what we wanted, but father costs such a lot, and takes nearly all the money mother gets, and he won"t give her any of it.
He won"t work himself, either. All the nice lodgers left because he made such rows in the house, and was always quarrelling; there"s only one of them left, that"s Miss Patch. She has the attic right at the top of the house. She went up there because it is quieter."
He talked on eagerly in his old-fashioned way, his face flushing with weakness and excitement. It was such a rare treat to him to have any one to talk to, particularly any one of his own age--a sympathetic listener, too.
"Do you know Miss Patch yet?"
"No," said Jessie. "I only came last night very late. I"ve seen one lodger, a young man. He came down in the kitchen to his breakfast."
"Oh, Tom Salter! You"ll like him--I do. I want my breakfast, don"t you?"
"Yes," said Jessie, with a deep sigh. "I am _very_ hungry, but-- but--your mother said we would wait till father was gone."
She hesitated over the term by which she should speak of her stepmother. Charlie noticed it.
"I wish you"d call her "mother,"" he said gently; "it would make us seem more like brother and sister, and I would love to have a sister.
I"ve wished so often that I"d got one, or had got somebody to talk to, and read and play with me. Mother would like it, too. She isn"t really cross, you know. She is only tired and worried. You see, she"s got me to look after, and me and father to keep, and ever so many lodgers. I am so glad you"re come to help her. I do long to be able to, and I can only give her extra trouble." He spoke with sad earnestness far beyond his age.
A ray of comfort entered Jessie"s sad heart. She felt really drawn towards her new stepbrother, and she loved to feel she was being useful.
"Yes, I"ll help her," she said as brightly as she could for the weariness which was creeping over her. "I have been, a little, already. Can I help you? I"d love to try and make your room a little bit tidier."
"Does it look untidy?" asked Charlie, feeling somewhat taken aback.
It looked more than untidy, but Jessie was too polite to say so, and as she leaned against the bed she was planning in her mind what she could do to make it nicer for him.
"I wish I could get you some flowers," she said eagerly, "some out of our garden. Oh, we had such lots there, such lovely ones, roses, and violets, jessamine and lilac, and may--oh, all sorts. I had a garden of my own, too. Oh, I"d love to take you to granny"s, and let you see it all!"
Charlie was watching her and listening with intense interest.
"How sorry you must be to leave it all!" he remarked sympathetically.
"I"d love to lie in a garden with flowers, and the bees humming, and no noise of rattling carts and milk-cans. Oh, Jessie!" but to his dismay Jessie buried her face in her hands and burst into tears.
"I can"t stay here," she cried, "I can"t, I can"t! I _must_ go home.
I shall die if I don"t go home to granp," and she sobbed and sobbed until Charlie was quite frightened.
"Jessie, don"t--don"t--don"t cry like that. I"ll ask mother to let you go, if you want to so badly--but I wish you didn"t," he sighed, his own lips quivering. "I wish you would stay here. I want you _so_ much, I am so lonely and dull, and--and I hoped you were come to stay."
Jessie"s own tears were checked more quickly by the sight of his than they would have been by any other means. She pulled herself together as well as she could. "No--o, don"t ask mother," she said in a choked, thick voice, "it is no use, father would make me stay, and it would only make him angry if we asked him, and I--I want to help you, too," she added, quite truthfully. "I shan"t mind so much by and by, p"raps. Don"t cry, Charlie. Turn round and listen, and I"ll tell you more stories. Then, after breakfast, I"ll tidy your room."
The violence of Charlie"s sobs had quite frightened away and stopped hers, and banished for a time her home-sickness. She put all her thoughts into her coaxing of Charlie, and after a time he raised his head and turned around and faced her, and while he lay back on his pillows, very weary after his excitement, Jessie, the more weary of the two, tried bravely to be cheerful, and to talk brightly, and so Mrs. Lang found them when, a little later, she brought up Charlie"s breakfast on a tray.
Mrs. Lang even smiled when she saw the two together, evidently on such good terms, and the happy smile with which Charlie looked up at her delighted her sad heart. He was the apple of her eye, the great love of her life, the only thing in the world she cared for, and to see him happy, to see his dull, cheerless days brightened, gave her more pleasure than anything. She kissed her boy and looked quite kindly at Jessie.
"Your breakfast is ready in the oven," she said, "and I"m sure you must be famished. I am. I thought I should never get the men started off. Now, darling," to Charlie, "will you take your breakfast?" She put down the tray and raised him on his pillow a little. Jessie, accustomed now to invalids, beat up the pillow and placed it behind him.
"Is that right?" she asked.
"Oh yes, that"s lovely," said Charlie, with a sigh of pleasure.
Mrs. Lang brought forward the tray. Jessie"s eye fell on it with dismay. Trained by Miss Barley in dainty neatness, and by her grandmother in cleanness and care and thoughtfulness, the sight of it shocked her. The black dingy tray was smeared and dirty, the slice of bread rested on it, with no plate between, the knife and fork and cup were dirty too, and all was put down anyhow. Charlie probably was not accustomed to daintiness, but this was enough to check whatever appet.i.te an invalid might have. Jessie longed to take the tray away, and set it according to her own notions, but she said nothing, for instinct told her that her mother"s feelings would be hurt if she did, and that it would not be nice for a stranger to come in and begin to alter things according to her own tastes. She made up her mind, though, to try in small ways to make things nicer for the invalid when she got the opportunity.
CHAPTER IX.
MISS PATCH.
The opportunity Jessie yearned for came before long. One morning her mother had, unexpectedly, to go out very soon after breakfast.
"Jessie," she said, "I haven"t been able to touch Charlie"s room, more than to make his bed; you must tidy it while I am out. I shan"t be very long, and there won"t be anything more to do than just keep in the fire in the kitchen."
Jessie was delighted. As soon as her mother had gone she mounted to Charlie"s room laden with brush and dustpan, and a bit of rag for a duster. Charlie looked up in astonishment when she came in, then with delight; he loved to have Jessie doing things for him, she did them so thoroughly and daintily.
"I am going to brush down the cobwebs first," said Jessie, "at least all that I can reach," she added thoughtfully, "so put your head right down under the clothes. I wish I had a dust-sheet, but it can"t be helped, I must do without one. Now, steady! I am going to move your bed out from the wall. One, two, three, and be off!" and with a tug of her strong young arms she truckled the bed out into the middle of the room. Charlie was enraptured. He found it impossible to keep his head covered, dust or no dust.
"How funny it looks, and how nice, everything seems different.
Jessie, don"t you think my bed could stay out here?"
"Well, no," said Jessie, "it would be too much in the way stuck right out in the middle of the room, but I dare say mother wouldn"t mind your having it somewhere else for a change. We"ll try it, and ask her when she comes in," and Jessie quickly swept a clear s.p.a.ce and pushed the bed back against the wall.
"Oh, that is nice!" said Charlie. "If I lie on my side a little I can look out of the window and see the houses opposite, and I haven"t got the light shining right in on my eyes as I had before. It was dreadful when my head was aching."
"I thought it must be," said Jessie sympathetically, busily sweeping all the time. There was a great deal to be done, and she was very anxious to have it all looking nice by the time Mrs. Lang returned.
She ran down with the bits of carpet and beat them, then she dusted the mantelpiece and the furniture, and arranged everything in the room to what, she thought, was the best advantage. She cleaned the window, too, which was a great improvement to the look of the room.
Charlie was delighted. "Oh, it is nice! It looks like a new room, I feel as if I had gone away for a change. Everything seems different.
Jessie, do go and ask Miss Patch to come and see it, will you?
She"d love to."