"Yes, I do, Tommy; so please don't say a word about it to anybody
but your mother, and ask her not to mention it."
"Not a word, Katy, mother won't say a word either."
"And
sometime I'll tell you all about it. Thank you for what's in
the basket, Tommy."
Without
waiting for anything more, the noble,
generous boy leaped
down the stairs and passed out at the front door.
"What have you got there, Katy?" asked Mrs. Redburn, as she
entered the room with the basket in her hand.
"Something Mrs. Howard sent us," she replied, as she opened the
basket, and took out a plate of butter and half a dozen hot
biscuit, which she carried to the
bedside for her mother's
inspection.
"What have you done, my child?" exclaimed the poor woman, a flush
gathering on her pale cheek. "Have you told the neighbors that we
have nothing to eat?"
"I couldn't help telling Tommy when I asked for the flounders
yesterday; he told his mother, but no one else knows it."
"I had rather
starve than beg, Katy; but I cannot compel you to
do so."
"I will not beg."
"Then let us send those cakes back."
"No, mother; we must not be so proud as that. I think that God
sent us this food through Mrs. Howard, and it would be
wicked to
reject His bounty."
"Do as you please, Katy."
"Some time we shall be able to pay her; and that will make it all
right."
Mrs. Redburn could not taste the
biscuit, but Katy ate heartily.
Her pride was not inflated by the
remembrance of brighter days.
All she had was inherited from her mother.
After breakfast she put on her
bonnet and left the house,
assuring her mother she should be back by twelve o'clock. She
would not tell her where she was going, but evaded her questions,
and got away as soon as she could.
As she passed down Washington Street, she stopped before the
store of Sands & Co., for she wanted to see Master Simon Sneed.
She did not like to enter the store; so she waited on the
sidewalk for half an hour, hoping he would come out. As he did
not appear, her
impatience would not permit her to lose any more
time, and she
timidly opened the door, and inquired of the first
salesman she saw if Mister Sneed was in.
"Mister Sneed!" laughed the clerk. "Here, Simon, is one of your
friends. Wait upon her."
Simon, with a flushed cheek, came to the door. He was horrified
at the insinuation of the
salesman and wished Katy had been on
the other side of the ocean before she had come there to
scandalize him by claiming his acquaintance.
"What do you want now?" he demanded, rather
rudely. "Is it not
enough that I am
willing to help you, without your coming here to
bring me into
contempt with my associates?"
"I didn't think there was any harm in it. I waited outside for
half an hour, and you didn't come out."
"I can't leave the affairs of this firm to attend to every
little----" and Master Simon's naturally good heart prevented him
from uttering the
unkind words that had been on his tongue. "I
suppose you come to know about the watch. I haven't had time to
call upon the mayor yet, but I will do so at dinner time."
"I only wanted to ask you if you know where Mrs. Gordon lives,"
replied Katy, very sad at the thought of the
mischief she had
done.
"She lives in Temple Street, over back of the State House. What
do you want of her?"
"I want to see her. Do you suppose you can get that watch back?"
"I'm certain I can. When my friend the mayor hears my story, you
may depend upon it he will get the watch, or upset all the
pawn-brokers' shops in the city."
"Are you acquainted with the mayor?" asked Katy,
timidly, for,
since the adventure of the
previous day, she had entertained some
slight doubts in regard to the transcendent abilities of Master
Simon Sneed.
"Certainly I am. It was only last week that I had a long and
extremely interesting conversation with his honor on the sidewalk
here before the store."
Katy was satisfied, though Simon did not offer to introduce her
to his
distinguished friend. How could she help being satisfied
in the face of such astounding evidence? And Simon's declaration
was true, for
whatever faults he had, he never made up a story
out of whole cloth. It was undeniably true that he had conversed
with the mayor for ten full minutes, at the time and place
represented. Simon had been sent out to hold his honor's horse,
while a lady with him did some shopping; but his honor preferred
to hold his own horse, and amused himself for the time in
listening to the big talk of the nice young man.
After receiving more explicit directions in regard to the
residence of Mrs. Gordon, Katy took her leave of Simon. Next door
to Sands & Co.'s was the store of a
celebrated confectioner. In
the window, with
sundry sugar
temples, cob houses of braided
candy and stacks of cake, was a great heap of
molasses candy; and
as Katy paused for an
instant to gaze at the profusion of sweet
things, a great thought struck through her brain.
"Mother used to make
molasses candy for me, and I know just how
it is done," said she to herself. "What is the reason I can't
make candy and sell it?"
She walked on towards School Street, up which she had been
directed to turn, full of this idea. She would become a little
candy merchant. She felt sure she could find purchasers enough,
if her
merchandise only looked clean and good. It was a great
deal better than begging, and she thought her mother would
consent to her making and selling the candy. What a glorious
idea! If she could only make money enough to support her mother
and herself, how happy she should be!
Full of
enthusiasm at the idea of accomplishing such a vast
project, she scarcely heeded the crowds of people that thronged
the street and
rudely jostled her. If she saw them at all, it was
only to regard them as so many purchasers of
molasses candy. With
her brain almost reeling with the immensity and
magnificence of
her
scheme, she reached Temple Street. After a little search, she
found the number of Mrs. Gordon's
residence on a splendid house,
whose grandness quite abashed her. But her courage revived as she
thought of the purpose that had brought her there, and she boldly
rang the bell. The door was opened by a servant man in a white
jacket, of whom she inquired if Mrs. Gordon was at home.
"Mrs. Gordon is at home, but we don't trouble her at the call of
a
beggar," replied the well-fed servant as he glanced at the
homely
apparel of Katy.
"I am not a
beggar," she replied, with spirit, her cheek
reddening with
indignation at the charge.
"You can't see her; so go about your business."
"Who is it Michael?" said a gentle voice within.
"Only a
beggar, Miss Grace; she wants to see Mrs. Gordon,"
replied the man; and then a beautiful young lady came to look at
her.
"I am not a
beggar, ma'am; indeed I am not. I want to see Mrs.
Gordon very much. Please to let me speak to her."
The sweet, pleading tones of the child produced their impression
on the beautiful lady, and she bade her come in. Katy entered,
and Michael told her to stand in the entry while Miss Grace went
up-stairs to call Mrs. Gordon.
CHAPTER V.
KATY VISITS MRS. GORDON, AND GETS RID OF DR. FLYNCH.
Katy gazed with wonder and
admiration at the rich furniture of
the house, and thought that perhaps her
grandfather lived in as
good style as Mrs. Gordon, and that she might some day go to
Liverpool and be an
inmate of just such a palace. The door of the
sitting-room was open, and she had an opportunity to look at all
the fine things it contained. She had never seen anything so
luxurious before, and I must say that she regretted the poverty
of her lot, which deprived her mother and herself of them.
All round the room hung pictures in
costly frames. Some of them
were
portraits; and one which hung over the mantelpiece directly
before her, soon attracted her attention, and made her forget the
soft divans, the beautiful
carpet, and the rich draperies of the
windows. It was the
portrait of a lady, and her expression was
very like that of her mother--so like that she could almost
believe the picture had been painted for her mother. Yet that
could not be, for the lady was young, and plump, and rosy, and
wore rich laces, and a
costly dress. She seemed to look down upon
her from the golden frame with a smile of
satisfaction. There was
something roguish in her eye, as though she was on the point of
bursting into a laugh at some
mischief she had perpetrated. O,
no! that could not be her mother; she had never seen her look
like that. But there was something that seemed very much like
her; and the more she looked at it, the more the picture
fascinated her. She tried to look at something else, but the lady
appeared to have fixed her gaze upon her, and,
whichever way she
turned, those laughing eyes followed her, and brought back her
attention to the
canvas again.
In vain she attempted to
fasten her mind upon some of the other
portraits. There was an
elderly gentleman, with a full red face;
but the
jealous lady would not let her look at him. She turned
round and looked out the windows at the side of the door; but the
spell of the lady was upon her, and she could not
resist the
charm. The more she
studied the
portrait, the more convinced she
became that it looked like her mother, though there was something
about it which was as
unlike her as anything could be. "What
makes you keep looking at me?" said Katy to herself, or rather to
the lady on the
canvas. "You needn't watch me so closely; I shall
not steal anything."
The lady, however, insisted on watching her, and kept her roguish
glance fixed upon her with a steadiness that began to make her
feel
nervous and
uneasy; and she was greatly relieved when she
heard footsteps on the stairs.
"Mrs. Gordon will be down in a moment," said Miss Grace, in kind
tones. "Won't you come into this room and sit down?"
Katy thanked her, and Grace led her to a small chair directly
under the mischievous-looking lady in the frame; and she felt a
kind of
satisfaction in being placed out of her sight. But it
seemed, even then, as she cast a furtive glance
upward, that
those roguish eyes were
trying to peer over the picture frame,
and get a look at her.
"Well, little girl, what do you wish with me?" said Mrs. Gordon,
a
benevolent looking lady,
apparently of more than forty years of
age, who now entered the room.
The expression of her
countenance was very pleasant, and though
there were a few wrinkles on her brow and she wore a lace cap,
Katy came to the
conclusion that the
portrait had been taken for
her. She wondered if such a
dignified lady could ever have been
so roguish as the picture indicated.
"Please, ma'am," stammered she, rising from her chair, "I come to
see you about the house we live in."
"What is your name, child?"
"Katy Redburn, ma'am."
"In what house do you live in?"
"In one of yours in Colvin Court. Mother is a poor woman, and has
been sick so much this summer that she can't pay the rent."
"I am very sorry for you, my child, but I refer you to my agent,
Dr. Flynch. I do not like to
meddle with these things, as I have
given him the whole care of my houses. You will find him a very
good man, and one who will be
willing to consider your case. He
will extend to you all the lenity your case requires."