by Susan Warner
A SEQUEL TO WHAT SHE COULD.
BY THE AUTHOR OF
THE WIDE WIDE WORLD, &c.
JAMES NISBET &CO., 21 BERNERS STREET.
Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it. Ecc. ix. 10.
It was the morning after that Sunday when Matilda had been baptized.
The girls came down to prepare breakfast as usual; Maria in a very
unsettled humour. She was cloudy and captious to a degree that Matilda
could not understand. The kitchen was hot; the butter was soft; the
milk was turned; the bread was dry. All things went wrong.
It is no wonder the bread is dry, said Matilda; it has been baked
ever since last Friday.
Thursday. I didn't say it was a wonder. Aunt Candy will have
the bread dry. I hate it!
And it is no wonder the butter is soft, if you keep it up here in
the kitchen. The kitchen must be hot, with this hot stove. But the
milkman will be along directly.
No, he won't. We always have to wait for him; or take the old milk.
And I can't be bothered to keep the butter down cellar and be running
for it fifty times in an hour. I have enough to do as it is. Whatever
possessed Aunt Erminia to want corn bread this morning!
Does she want corn bread?
Well, corn bread is nice. I am glad of it.
You wouldn't be glad if you had to make it. There! I knew it would
be so. There isn't a speck of soda. Put on your bonnet, Matilda, and
run round to Mr. Sample's and get some soda, will you?and be quick.
We shall be late, and then there will be a row.
There won't be a row, Maria. Aunt Candy is always quiet.
I wish she wouldn't, then. I hate people who are always quiet. I
would rather they would flare out now and then. It's safer.
For what? Safer, Maria?
Do go along and get your soda! exclaimed Maria. Do you think it
will be safe to be late with breakfast?
Maria was so evidently out of order this morning, that her sister
thought the best way was to let her alone; only she asked, Aren't you
well, Maria? and got a sharp answer; then she went out.
It was a delicious spring morning. The air stirred in her face its
soft and glad breaths of sweetness; the sunlight was the very essence
of promise; the village and the green trees, now out in leaf, shone and
basked in the fair day. It was better than breakfast, to be out in the
air. Matilda went round the corner, into Butternut Street, and made for
Mr. Sample's grocery store, every step being a delight. Why could not
the inside world be as pleasant as the outside? Matilda was musing and
wishing, when just before she reached Mr. Sample's door, she saw what
made her forget everything else; even the mischievous little boy who
belonged to Mrs. Dow. What was he doing here in Butternut Street?
Matilda's steps slackened. The boy knew her, for he looked and then
grinned, and then bringing a finger alongside of his nose in a peculiar
and mysterious expressiveness, he repeated his old words
Ain't you green?
I suppose so, said Matilda. I dare say I am. What then? Green is
not the worst colour.
The boy looked at her, a little confounded.
If you would come to Sunday-school, Matilda went on, you
would be a better colour than you areby and by.
What colour be I? said the boy.
You'd be a better colour, said Matilda. Just come and see.
I ain't green, the boy remonstrated.
Matilda passed on, went into Mr. Sample's and got her soda. She had
a few cents of change. A thought came into her head. Peeping out, she
saw that Mrs. Dow's boy was still lingering where she had left him.
Immediately Matilda requested to have the worth of those cents in
sugared-almonds; and with her little packages went into the street
again. The boy eyed her.
What is your name? said Matilda.
Hain't got none.
Yes, you have. What does your mother call you at home?
She calls methe worst of all her plagues, said the fellow,
No, no; but when she calls you from somewherewhat does she call
She calls me out of the garding and down from the attic.
Look here, said Matilda, showing a sugar-plum; I'll give you
that, if you will tell me.
The boy eyed it, and her, and finally said
Your name is Lem?
There, Lem, is a sugar-plum for you. Now if you'll come to
Sunday-school next Sunday, and stay and behave yourself, I'll give you
Three more? said the boy.
Yes. Now come, and you'll like it.
And Matilda sped home with her soda.
I should think you had been making the soda, said Maria; you have
been long enough. What kept you?
How do they make soda, I wonder? said Matilda, looking at
it. Do you know, Maria?
I have enough to do to know how to get breakfast. Tilly, run and
grind the coffee and make itquick, will you? now I am in a hurry.
Matilda thought Maria might have done it herself, while she was
waiting for the soda. But she said nothing of that. In ten minutes more
the coffee was made, the corn bread was ready, and the ladies came
Matilda was in a mood as gentle as the morning, and almost as
cloudless. Her morning's work and walk and the meeting with Lem Dow had
given her an appetite; and the work of the night before had left a
harmony in her spirit, as if sweet music were sounding there. Her
little face was thus like the very morning itself, shining with the
fair shining of inward beauty; in contrast with all the other faces at
the table. For Clarissa's features were coldly handsome and calm; Mrs.
Candy's were set and purposeful; and poor Maria's were sadly clouded
and out of humour. Matilda took little heed of them all; she was
thinking of Lemuel Dow.
Matilda, said her aunt, suddenlyI wish you to come to me every
morning to read. A person who has taken the step you took last night,
is no longer a child, but deserves to be treated as a woman. It is
necessary that you should fit yourself for a woman's place. Come to me
at ten o'clock. I will have you read to me some books that will make
you better understand the things you have taken upon you, and the
things you have done.
Why, I am a child yet, Aunt Candy, Matilda answered in some
You think so, do you?
Yes, ma'am,I feel so; and I am.
I thought you considered yourself more than a child. But you have
assumed a woman's place, and it is now necessary that you should be
fitted for it. I think the best way is to get the preparation
first; but in your church, it seems, they prefer the other course. You
are under my care in the house, at any rate, and I shall do my duty by
I do not understand you, Aunt Candy, Matilda spoke, quite
No, my dear, I suppose not. That is just what I think so
objectionable. But we will do what we can to remedy it.
What do you want to prepare me for, Aunt Erminia?
For your position, my dear, as a member of the Church. That is not
a child's position. You have placed yourself in it; and now the
question is how to enable you to maintain it properly. I cannot treat
you as a child any longer.
Matilda wondered very much how she was to be treated. However,
silence seemed the wisest plan at present.
I suppose I am a child still, remarked Maria.
I have never observed anything inconsistent with that supposition,
my dear, her aunt serenely answered.
And if I had been baptized last night, you would have more respect
for me, went on poor Maria.
My respect is not wholly dependent on forms, my dear. If it had
been done in a proper way, of course, things would be different from
what they are. I should have more respect for you.
Clarissa has done it in a proper way, I suppose?
When she was of a proper ageyes; certainly.
And then, what did she promise? All that they promised last night?
The vows are much the same.
Well, people ought not to make vows till they are ready to keep
Certainly they should not.
My dear, it is a very bad habit to begin every sentence with a
'well.' You do it constantly.
Well, Aunt Candy
There! exclaimed Clarissa. Again.
Well, I don't care, said Maria. I can't help it. I don't know
when I do it. I was going to askand you put everything out of my
head.Aunt Candy, do you think Clarissa has given up, really, the
pomps and vanities and all that, you know? She spent twenty-four
dollars, I heard her say, on the trimming of that muslin dress; and she
bought a parasol the other day for ten dollars, when one for three
would have done perfectly well; and she pays always twelve dollars for
her boots, twelve and ten dollars; when she could get nice ones for
four and five. Now what's that?
It's impertinence, said Clarissa. And untruth; for the four and
five dollar boots hurt my feet.
They are exactly the same, said Maria; except the kid and
the trimming and the beautiful making.
Very well, said Clarissa, I have a right to wear comfortable
shoes, if I can get them.
Then you have a right to pomps and vanities, returned Maria; but
I say you haven't a right, after you have declared and sworn you
would have nothing to do with them.
Mamma, said Clarissa, but with heightened colour, Is this a
After the Shadywalk pattern, Mrs. Candy answered.
Girls in Shadywalk have a little sense, when they get to be
as old as sixteen, Maria went on. Where you have been, perhaps they
do not grow up so fast.
People would put weights on their heads if they did, said
It doesn't matter, said Maria. You can imagine that I am as old
as you are; and I say that it is more respectable not to make promises
and vows than to make them and not keep them.
Do not answer her, my dear, said Mrs. Candy.
And that is the reason why I have not been baptized, or
whatever you call it
I never said so, Maria, said her aunt. The two things are not the
Imagine it! said Clarissa.
Well, you said just nowI don't know what you said!but you said
at any rate that if it had been done in a proper way, you would think
more of me; and I say, that it is better not to make vows till
you are ready to keep them. I am not ready to give up dancing; and I
would have expensive hats and dresses, and feathers, and watches, and
chains, and everything pretty that money can buy, if I had the money;
and I like them; and I want them.
I have not given up dancing, said Clarissa.
Nor other things either, retorted Maria; but they are pomps and
vanities. That is what I say. You promised you would have nothing to do
Mamma! said Clarissa, appealingly.
Yes, my dear, said her mother. The amount of ignorance in Maria's
words discourages me from trying to answer them.
Ignorance and superstition, mamma.
And superstition, said Mrs. Candy.
Matilda thinks just the same way, Clarissa went on, meeting the
broad open astonished eyes of the little girl.
Of course, said Mrs. Candy. Matilda is too much a child to
exercise her own judgment on these matters. She just takes what has
been told her.
Have you given up dancing too, Tilly? Clarissa went on.
I have never thought about it, Cousin Clarissa.
Matilda all over! exclaimed the young lady. She has not thought
about it, mamma. When she thinks about it, she will know what her part
Very well, said Mrs. Candy. She might do worse.
I suppose you think I can't think, said poor Maria.
No, my dear; I only think you have not begun yet to use your power
in that direction. When you do, you will see things differently.
It would take a good deal of thinking, to make me see that giving
up the world and going into it were the same thing, said Maria. And I
don't mean to promise to do it till I'm ready.
Mamma, this is not very pleasant, said Clarissa.
No, my dear. We will leave the field to Maria. Come to me at ten
The two ladies filed off up-stairs, and Maria sat down to cry.
Matilda began to clear the table, going softly back and forth between
the basement and the kitchen as if there were trouble in the house.
Ain't they mean? she exclaimed, starting up at length. Matilda was
busy going in and out, and said nothing.
Matilda! Why don't you speak? I say, ain't they mean?
There's no use in talking so, Maria, said her little sister,
Yes, there is. People ought to hear the truth.
But if you know what is right, why don't you do it, Maria?
I doas well as I can.
But, Maria!I mean, about what you were saying; giving up whatever
is not right.
Things are right for other people, that are not right for members
of the Church. That's why I want to wait awhile. I am not ready.
But, Maria, what makes them right for other people?
They have not promised anything about them. Clarissa has
promised, and she don't do.
You have not promised.
No, of course I haven't.
But if they are right things, Maria, why should you, or
anybody, promise not to have anything to do with them?
Oh, you are too wise, Matilda! her sister answered impatiently.
There is no need for you to go to read with Aunt Candy; you know
The rest of the morning was very silent between the sisters, till it
came to the time for Matilda to present herself in her aunt's room.
There meanwhile a consultation had been held.
Mamma, that girl is getting unendurable.
Must wait a little while, my dear.
What will you do with her then?
Something. I can send her to school, at any rate.
But the expense, mamma?
It is not much, at the district school. That is where she has been
I suppose that will be the best place. I am not sure about sending
Matilda. She's a fine child.
She will be handsome, mamma.
She is very graceful now. She has a singular manner.
But she is spoiled, mamma!
I shall unspoil her. Tilly is very young yet, and she has not had
enough to do. I shall give her something else to think of, and get
these absurdities out of her head. She just wants something to do.
Mamma, she is not an easy child to influence. She says so little
and keeps her own counsel. I think you don't know her.
I never saw the child yet that was a match for me, said Mrs.
Candy, complacently. I like best one that has some stuff in her. Maria
is a wet sponge; you can squeeze her dry in a minute; no character, no
substance. Matilda is different. I should like to keep Tilly.
If you could keep her out of Mr. Richmond's influence, mamma, it
would be a help. That church ruins her. She will be fit for nothing.
I will take the nonsense out of her, said Mrs. Candy. I cannot
take her out of the church, while we remain here, for that would raise
a hue and cry; but I will do as well. Here she comes.
A little soft knock at the door was followed by the little girl
herself; looking demure and sweet, after her fashion lately. It used to
be arch and sweet. But Matilda had been very sober since her mother's
death. The room into which she came had an air now very unlike all the
rest of the house. Mrs. Englefield's modest preparations for the
comfort of her guests were quite overlaid and lost sight of. It was as
if some fairy had shaken her hand over the room, and let fall pleasant
things everywhere. On the Marseilles quilt a gorgeous silk coverlet lay
folded. On the dressing-table a confusion of vases and bottles, in
coloured glass and painted china, were mixed up with combs and brushes
and fans and watch pockets and taper stands. The table in the middle of
the floor was heaped with elegant books and trinkets and work-boxes and
writing implements; and book stands and book shelves were about, and
soft foot cushions were dropped on the carpet, and easy arm-chairs
stood conveniently, and some faint perfume breathed all through the
room. Mrs. Candy was in one arm-chair and Clarissa in another.
Matilda was bidden to take a cricket, which she privately resented,
and then her aunt placed in her hands a largish volume and pointed her
to the page where she was to begin. Glancing up and down, at the top of
the page and the beginning of the book, Matilda found it was a
treatise, or a collection of advices, for the instruction of persons
about to be received into the Church. Not a little dismayed by this
discovery, no less than by the heavy look of the pages, Matilda however
began her reading. It was dragging work, as she expected. Her thoughts
wandered. What could her aunt think she wanted with this, when
she had Mr. Richmond's instructions? What could these ponderous
reasonings be expected to add to his words? The immediate effect of
them certainly was not salutary to Matilda's mind.
My dear, you do not read so well as usual, her aunt said at
Matilda paused, glad to stop even for a little.
Your sentences come heavily from your tongue.
Yes. They are heavy, aunt Candy.
My dear! Those are the words of the Rev. Benjamin Orderlya very
famous writer, and loved by all good people. Those are excellent words
that you have been reading.
Matilda said nothing further.
Did you understand them?
They did not interest me, aunt Candy.
My dear, they ought to interest one who has just taken such a step
as you have taken.
Matilda wondered privately whether being baptized ought properly to
have any effect to change the natural taste and value of things; but
she did not answer.
You understood what you read, did you?
Matilda coloured a little.
Aunt Candy, it was not interesting, and I did not think about it.
Mrs. Candy drew the book severely from Matilda's hand.
After taking such a step as you took last night, you ought to try
to be interested, if it were only for consistency's sake. Do you see
that you were hasty? A person who does not care about the privileges
and duties of church membership most certainly ought not to be a church
But, aunt Candy, I do care, said Matilda.
So it seems.
I care about it as the Bible speaks of it; and as Mr. Richmond
talks about it.
You are very fond of Mr. Richmond, I know.
Matilda added nothing to that, and there was a pause.
Do you want anything more of me, Aunt Candy?
Yes. I want to teach you something useful. Here are a quantity of
stockings of yours that need mending. I am going to show you how to
mend them. Go and get your work-box and bring it here.
Couldn't you tell me what you want me to do, Aunt Candy, and let me
go and do it where Maria is?
No. Maria is busy. And I have got to take a good deal of pains to
teach you, Tilly, what I want you to know. Go fetch your box and work
Matilda slowly went. It was so pleasant to be out of that perfumed
room and out of sight of the Rev. Mr. Orderly's writings. She lingered
in the passages; looked over the balusters and listened, hoping that by
some happy chance Maria might make some demand upon her. None came; the
house was still; and Matilda had to go back to her aunt. She felt like
Now I suppose you have no darning cotton, said Mrs. Candy. Here
is a needleful. Thread it, and then I will show you what next.
This is three or four needlefuls, aunt Candy. I will break it. I
cannot sew with such a thread.
Stop. Yes, you can. Don't break it. I will show you. Thread your
I haven't one big enough.
That want was supplied.
Now you shall begin with running this heel, said Mrs. Candy. See,
you shall put this marble egg into the stocking, to darn upon. Now look
here. You begin down here, at the middle, soand take up only one
thread at a stitch, do you see? and skip so many threads each time
But there is no hole there, Aunt Erminia.
I know that. Heels should always be run before they come to holes.
There are half-a-dozen heels here, I should think, that require to be
run. Now, do you see how I do it? You may take the stocking, and when
you have darned a few rows, come and let me see how you get on.
Matilda in a small fit of despair took the stocking to a little
distance and sat down to work. The marble egg was heavy to hold. It
took a long while to go up one side of the heel and down the other. She
was tired of sitting under constraint and so still. And her Aunt Candy
seemed like a jailer, and that perfumed room like a prison. The quicker
her work could be done, the better for her. So Matilda reflected, and
her needle went accordingly.
I have done it, Aunt Erminia, she proclaimed at last.
Done the heel?
You cannot possibly. Come here and let me look at it. Why, of
course! That is not done as I showed you, Tilly; these rows of darning
should be close together, one stitch just in the middle between two
other stitches; you have just gone straggling over the whole heel. That
will have to come all out.
But there is no hole in it, said Matilda.
Always darn before the holes come. That will not do. You
must pick it all out, Tilly.
Now? said Matilda, despairingly.
Certainly now. You make yourself trouble in that way. I am sorry.
Pick it all neatly out.
Matilda went at it impatiently; tugged at the thread; pulled the
heel of her stocking into a very intricate drawn-up state; then had to
smooth it out again with difficulty.
This is very hard to come out, she said.
Yes, it is bad picking, said her aunt, composedly.
Matilda was very impatient and very weary besides. However, work did
it, in time.
Now see if you can do it better, said Mrs. Candy.
Now, Aunt Erminia?
Certainly. It is your own fault that you have made such a business
of it. You should have done as I told you.
But I am very tired.
I dare say you are.
Matilda was very much in the mind to cry; but that would not have
mended matters, and would have hurt her pride besides. She went
earnestly to work with her darning needle instead. She could use it
nicely, she found, with giving pains and time enough. But it took a
great while to do a little. Up one side and down the other; then up
that side and down the first; threading long double needlefuls, and
having them used up with great rapidity; Matilda seemed to grow into a
darning machine. She was very still; only a deep-drawn long breath now
and then heaved her little breast. Impatience faded, however, and a
sort of dulness crept over her. At last she became very tired, so tired
that pride gave way, and she said so.
Mrs. Candy remarked that she was sorry.
Aunt Candy, I think Maria may want me by this time.
Yes. That is of no consequence.
Maria has got no one to help her.
She will not hurt herself, Clarissa observed.
Aunt Erminia, wouldn't you just as lieve I should finish this by
I will think of that, said her aunt. All you have to do, is to
I am very tired of it!
That is not a reason for stopping, my dear. Rather the contrary.
One must learn to do things after one is tired. That is a lesson I
learned a great while ago.
I cannot work so well or so fast, when I am tired, said Matilda.
And I cannot work at all while you are talking to me.
Matilda's slow fingers drew the needle in and out for some time
longer. Then to her great joy, the dinner bell rang.
What does Maria mean? said Mrs. Candy, looking at her watch. It
wants an hour of dinner-time. Run and see what it is, Matilda.
Matilda ran down-stairs.
Do you think I have five pairs of hands? inquired Maria,
indignantly. It is nice for you to be playing up-stairs, and I working
as hard as I can in the kitchen! I won't stand this, I can tell you.
Playing! echoed Matilda. Well, Maria, what do you want done?
Look and see. You have eyes. About everything is to be done.
There's the castors to put in order, and the lettuce to get readyI
wish lettuce wouldn't grow!and the table to set, and the sauce to
make for the pudding. Now hurry.
It was absolutely better than play, to fly about and do all these
things, after the confinement of darning stockings. Matilda's glee
equalled Maria's discomfiture. Only, when it was all done and the
dinner ready, Matilda stood still to think. I am sorry I was so
impatient this morning up-stairs, she said to herself.
Matilda's spirits were not quite used up by the morning's
experience, for after dinner she put on her bonnet, and took her Bible,
and set off on an expedition, with out asking leave of anybody. She was
bent upon getting to Lilac Lane. If I do not get there to-day, I don't
know when I shall, she said to herself. There is no telling what Aunt
Candy will do.
She got there without any difficulty. It was an overcast, Aprilish
day, with low clouds, and now and then a drop of rain falling. Matilda
did not care for that. It was all the pleasanter walking. Lilac Lane
was at some distance from home, and the sun had a good deal of power on
sunny days now. The mud was all gone by this time; in its place a thick
groundwork of dust. Winter frost was replaced by soft spring air; but
that gave a chance for the lane odours to come outnot the fragrance
of hawthorn and primrose, by any means. Nor any such pleasant sight to
be seen. Poor, straggling, forlorn houses; broken fences, or no
courtyards at all; thick dust, and no footway; garbage, and ashes, and
bones, but never even so much as a green potato patch to greet the eye,
much less a rose or a pink; an iron shop, and a livery stable at the
entrance of the lane, seeming dignified and elegant buildings by
comparison with what came afterwards. Few living things were abroad; a
boy or two, and two or three babies making discomposure in the dust,
were about all. Matilda wondered if every one of those houses did not
need to have the message carried to them? Where was she to begin?
Does Mrs. Eldridge live in this house, or in that? Matilda asked a
boy in her way.
In nary one.
Where does she live?
Old Sally Eldridge? Sam's grandmother?
I don't know anything about Sam, said Matilda. She lives alone.
Well, she lives alone. That's her door yonderwhere the cat
Thank you. Matilda thought to ask if the boy went to
Sunday-school; but she felt as if all the force she had would be wanted
to carry her through the visit to Mrs. Eldridge. It was a
forlorn-looking doorway; the upper half of the door swinging partly
open; the cottage dropping down on one side, as if it was tired of the
years when it had stood up; not a speck of paint to be seen anywhere,
and little, bare, broken windows, not even patched with rags. Matilda
walked up to the door and knocked, sorely appalled at the view she got
through the half-open doorway. No answer. She knocked again. Then a
weak, Who is it?
Matilda let herself in. There was a worn and torn rag carpet; an
unswept floor; boards and walls that had not known the touch of water
or soap in many, many months; a rusty little stove with no fire in it;
and a poor old woman, who looked in all respects like her surroundings;
worn and torn and dusty and unwashed and neglected. To her Matilda
turned, with a great sinking of heart. What could she do?
Who's here? said the old woman, who did not seem to have her sight
I don't know no such a person.
Maybe you would like to know me, said Matilda. I am come to see
What fur? I hain't sent for nobody. Who told you to come?
No, I know you didn't. But I wanted to come and see you, Mrs.
What fur? You're a little gal, bain't you?
Yes, ma'am; and I thought maybe you would like to have me read a
chapter in the Bible to you.
A what? said the old woman with strong emphasis.
A chapter in the Bible. I thoughtperhaps you couldn't see to read
Read? said the old creature. Never could. I never could see to
read, for I never knowed how. No, I never knowed how; I didn't.
You would like to hear reading, now, wouldn't you? I came to read
to you a chapterif you'll let meout of the Bible.
A chapter? the old woman repeatedwhat's a chapter now? It's no
odds; 'taint bread, nor 'taint 'baccy.
No, it is not tobacco, said Matilda; but it is better than
Couldn't ye get me some 'baccy, now? said the old woman, as if
with a sudden thought. But Matilda did not see her way clear to that;
and the hope failing, the failure of everything seemed to be expressed
in a long-drawn heigh-ho! which ran wearily down all the notes of the
gamut. Matilda felt she was not getting on. The place and the woman
were inexpressibly forlorn to her.
Who sent ye fur to come here? was next asked.
Nobody sent me.
What fur did ye come?
I thought you would like to hear a little reading.
'Taint a song, is it? I used fur to hear songs oncet; they don't
sing songs in this village. They sells good 'baccy, though. Heigh-ho!
Matilda grew desperate. She was not making any headway. As a last
expedient, she opened her book, plunged into the work, and gave in the
hearing of Mrs. Eldridge a few of its wonderful sentences. Maybe those
words would reach her, thought Matilda. She read slowly the
twenty-third psalm, and then went back to the opening verse and read it
'The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.'
Mrs. Eldridge had been very still.
A shepherd, she repeated, when Matilda had stopped;he used fur
to be a shepherd.
Matilda wondered very much what the old lady was thinking of. Her
next words made it clearer.
He kept sheep fur Mr.Mr.him they called the Judge; I don't mind
who he was. He kept sheep for him, he did.
That was itI can't speak his name; he kept his sheep. It was a
Yes, I know Judge Brockenhurst's place, said Matilda; he has a
great many sheep. Who kept them?
He did, dear. My old man. He kept 'em. It's long sen.
Well, didn't he take good care of them, the sheep?
My old man? Ay, did he. There warn't no better a shepherd in the
country. He took care of 'em. The Judge sot a great deal by him.
How did he take care of them? Matilda asked.
Oh, I don' know. He watched 'em, and he took 'em round, and he
didn't let no harm happen to 'em. He didn't.
Well, this I read was about the Good Shepherd and His sheep.
He takes care of them, too. Don't you think the Lord Jesus takes care
of His sheep?
He don't take no care o' me, said the poor old woman. There ain't
no care took o' me anywheresneither in heaven nor in earth. No, there
But are you one of His sheep? said Matilda, doubtfully.
Eh? said the woman, pricking up her ears, as it were.
Are you one of the Lord's sheep, Mrs. Eldridge?
Am I one of 'em? I'm poor enough fur to be took care of; I am, and
there ain't no care took o' me. Neither in heaven nor on earth. No,
But are you one of His sheep? Matilda persisted. His sheep follow
Him. Did you ever do that, ma'am? Were you ever a servant of the Lord
A servant? I warn't no servant, nowheres, was the answer. I had
no need to do that. We was 'spectable folks, and we had our own home
and lived in it, we did. I warn't never no servant o' nobody.
But we all ought to be God's servants, said Matilda.
Eh?I hain't done no harm, I hain't. Nobody never said as I done
'em no harm.
But the servants of Jesus love Him, and obey Him, and do what He
says, Matilda repeated, growing eager. They do just what He says, and
they love Him, and they love everybody, because He gives them new
I don't know as He never give me nothing, said Mrs. Eldridge.
Did you ever ask Him for a new heart? and did you ever try to
please Him? Then you would be one of His sheep, and He would take care
Nobody takes no care o' me, said the poor woman, stolidly.
Listen, said Matilda. This is what he says
'I am the good shepherd; the good shepherd giveth his life for the
sheep.' He cared so much for you as that. 'I am the good shepherd, and
know My sheep, and am known of Mine. As the Father knoweth Me, even so
know I the Father: and I lay down My life for the sheep.'
He cared so much for you as that. He died that you might be
forgiven and live. Don't say He didn't care?
I didn't know as He'd never done nothing fur me, said Mrs.
He did that. Listen, now, please,
'My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me: and I
give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish, neither shall
any pluck them out of my hand. My Father, which gave them Me, is
greater than all; and none is able to pluck them out of My Father's
hand. I and My Father are one.'
Matilda lifted her head and sought, in the faded blue eye over
against her, if she could find any response to these words. She fancied
there was a quieter thoughtfulness in it.
That has a good sound, was the old woman's comment, uttered
presently. But I'm old now, and I can't do nothing; and there ain't
nobody to take care o' me. There ain't.
Matilda glanced over the desolate room. It was dusty, dirty,
neglected, and poverty stricken. What if she had been sent to
take care of Mrs. Eldridge? The thought was exceedingly disagreeable;
but once come, she could not get rid of it.
What do you want, Mrs. Eldridge? she asked at length.
I don't want no more readin'. But it has a good sounda good
What would you like to have somebody do for you? not reading.
There was folks as cared fur me, said the old woman. There ain't
none no more. No more. There ain't no one as cares.
But if there was some onewhat would you tell her to do for
Any one as cared would know, said Mrs. Eldridge. There's 'most
all to do. 'Spect I'd have a cup o' tea for my supper'spect I would.
Don't you have tea? Won't you have it to-night?
The feeble eye looked over at the little rusty stove.
There ain't no fire, she said; nor nothing to make fire; it's
cold; and there ain't nobody to go out and get it fur meI can't go
pick up sticks no more. An' if I had the fire, there ain't no tea.
There ain't no one as cares.
But what will you have then? said Matilda. What do you have for
Go and look, said Mrs. Eldridge, turning her head towards a corner
cupboard, the doors of which stood a little open. If there's anything,
it's there; if it ain't all eat up.
Matilda hesitated; then thought she had better know the state of
things, since she had leave; and crossed to the cupboard door. It was a
problem with her how to open it; so long, long it was since anything
clean had touched the place; she made the end of her glove finger do
duty and pulled the cupboard leaves open.
She never forgot what she saw there, nor the story of lonely and
desolate life which it told. Two cups and saucers, one standing in a
back corner, unused and full of cobwebs, the other cracked, soiled,
grimy, and full of flies. Something had been in it; what, Matilda could
not examine. On the bare shelf lay a half loaf of bread, pretty dry,
with a knife alongside. A plate of broken meat, also full of flies, and
looking, Matilda thought, fit for the flies alone, was there; a cup
half full of salt; an empty vinegar cruet, an old shawl, ditto hood; a
pitcher with no water; an old muslin cap, half soiled; a faded bit of
ribband, and a morsel of cheese flanked by a bitten piece of
gingerbread. Matilda came back sick at heart.
Where do you sleep, Mrs. Eldridge? and who makes your bed? Or can
you make it?
Sleep? said the old woman. Nobody cares. I sleep in yonder.
Matilda looked, doubted, finally crossed the room again and pushed a
little inwards the door Mrs. Eldridge had looked at. She came back
quickly. So close, so ill-smelling, so miserable to her nice senses,
the room within was; with its huddled up bundle of dirty coverlets, and
the soiled bed under them on the floor. Not much of a bed either, and
not much else in the room. A great burden was gathering on Matilda's
heart and shoulders; the burden of the wants of her neighbour, and her
The afternoon was now waning; what was to be done? Matilda tried to
think that somebody would come in and do what she herself was very
unwilling to do; but conscience reminded her that it was very unlikely.
Did that neglected cupboard give much promise of kind attendance or
faithful supply? or that rusty stove look like neighbourly care? But
then Matilda pleaded to herself that she had her own work, and not much
time; and that such a dirty place was very unfit for her nice little
Good-bye, Mrs. Eldridge, she said, lingering. I'll come and see
'Taint a pleasant place to come to, said the old woman. 'Taint a
pleasant place fur nobody. And nobody comes to it. Nobody comes.
I'll come, though, said Matilda. She could do so much as that, she
thought. Good-bye. I must go home.
She left the old woman and the house, and began her walk. The lane,
she observed, looked as if other houses and other people in it might be
as ill off as those she had been visiting. She is not worse than a
number of others, I dare say, thought Matilda. I could not visit them
all, and I could not certainly take care of them all. It really makes
little difference on the whole, whether or no I kindle Mrs. Eldridge's
fire. It is delightful to get away from the place.
And then Matilda tried to think that in making her visit and reading
to the old woman, she had really done a good deal; made a good
afternoon's work. Nobody else had done even so much as that; not even
anybody in all Shadywalk. The walk home was quite pleasant, under the
soothing influence of these thoughts. Nevertheless, a little secret
point of uneasiness remained at Matilda's heart. She did not stop to
look at it, until she and Maria went up to bed. Then, as usual, while
Maria got ready for sleep, Matilda knelt down before the table where
her open Bible lay under the lamp; and there conscience met her.
And when conscience meets any one, it is the same thing as to say
that the Lord meets him.
That was what Matilda felt this night. For her reading fell upon the
story of the woman who brought the precious ointment for the head of
Jesus, and poured it upon His feet also; whom the Lord, when she was
chidden, commended; saying, Ye have the poor with you always, and
whensoever ye will ye may do them good: but Me ye have not always. She
hath done what she could.
Had Matilda? And these poor whom we have always with us, she
recollected that in another place the Lord in a sort identifies Himself
with them, saying that what is done to His poor is done to Himself.
Mrs. Eldridge was not indeed one of the Lord's children, but that did
not help the matter. For perhaps she will be, Matilda said to
herself. And what if the Lord had sent Matilda there now to be His
messenger? The success of the message might depend on the behaviour of
the messenger. But above all it pressed upon Matilda's heart that she
had not done what she could; and that in declining to make a fire
in Mrs. Eldridge's rusty little stove and in shrinking from waiting
upon her, she had lost a chance of waiting upon, perhaps, the Lord
And it was such a good chance, thought Matilda; such a good
afternoon; and there is no telling when I may get another. It was such
a good opportunity. And I lost it.
The pain of a lost opportunity was something she had not counted
upon. It pressed hard, and was not easy to get rid of. The
disagreeableness of the place and the service faded into nothing before
this pain. Matilda went to bed with a sore heart, resolving to watch
for the very first chance to do what she had neglected to do this
But Lilac Lane looked very disagreeable to her thoughts the next
day, and the sharp effect of the Bible words had faded somewhat.
Maria, she said as they were washing up the dishes after
breakfast,I wish you would help me in something.
Do you call yourself a member of the Band yet?
Of course I do. What do you ask for?
I did not know, said Matilda, sighing. You don't do the
things promised in the covenant. I didn't know but you had given it all
What don't I do? inquired Maria, fiercely.
Don't be angry, please, Maria. I do not mean to make you angry.
What don't I do, Matilda?
You know, the covenant says, 'we stand ready to do His will.' He
has commanded that we should be baptized and join the Church, and that
we should follow Himyou know how, Maria. And you don't seem to like
to do it.
Is that all?
That is all about that.
Then, if you will mind your affairs, Matilda, I will try and mind
mine. And I will be much obliged to you.
Then you will not help me?
Help in what?
There is a poor woman, Maria, said her little sister, lowering her
voice, a poor old woman, who has no one to take care of her, and
hardly anything to live upon. She livesyou can't think how she
lives!in the most miserable little house, dirty and all; and without
fire or anybody to sweep her room, or make her bed, or make a cup of
tea for her. If you would help me, we might do something to make her
Where is she?
In Lilac Lane.
Have you been to see her?
What do you think Aunt Candy would say if she knew it?
Will you help me, Maria?
Help make her bed and sweep her room?
Yes, and get her a cup of tea sometimes, and a clean supper.
A clean supper! exclaimed Maria. Well! Yes, I guess I'll help
you, when I have nothing of my own to do. When the dinner gets itself,
and the house stays swept and dusted, and Aunt Candy lives without
cakes for breakfast.
Matilda was silent.
But I'll tell you what, Matilda, said her sister, Aunt Candy will
never let you do this sort of work. You may as well give it up
peaceably, and not worry yourself nor anybody else. She'll never let
you go into Lilac Lanenot to speak of getting dirty people's dinners.
You may as well quit it.
Don't tell her, Maria.
You'll tell her yourself, first thing, said Maria, scornfully.
Matilda had to go up-stairs soon to her reading in her aunt's room.
It was even more unintelligible, the reading, this time than before;
because Matilda's head was running so busily on something else.
You do not read well, child, said her aunt.
No, ma'am. I do not understand it.
But it is about what you have just done, Matilda. It is about the
ordinance of baptism, and the life proper to a person who has been
received into the Church. You ought to understand that.
I do understand it, in the Bible.
What does the Bible say about it?
It says,'My sheep hear My voice: and I know them, and they follow
What do you mean by 'following Him'?
Why, living the sort of life He lived, and doing what He tells us
How do you propose to live the sort of life He lived? It's almost
Why, no, aunt Candy; He tells us to do it.
Live the sort of life He lived. He says we must follow Him.
Well, how, for instance? In what?
You know how He lived, said Matilda. He helped people, and
He taught people, and He cured people; He was always doing good to
people, and trying to make them good. Especially poor, miserable
people, that nobody cared for.
Trying to make them good! said Mrs. Candy. As if His omnipotence
could not have made them good in a minute.
Then why didn't He? said Matilda, simply. It sounds as if
He was trying to make them good.
Well, childit's no use talking; I wish I had had the training of
you earlier, said Mrs. Candy. You are so prepossessed with ideas that
border on fanaticism, that it is a hard matter to get you into right
habits of thinking. Come here and take your darning.
So Matilda did. The darning was not wearisome at all to-day, so busy
her thoughts were with the question of Mrs. Eldridge; how much or how
little Matilda ought to do for her, how much she could, and what
were the best arrangements to be set on foot. So intent she was on
these questions, that the darning was done with the greatest patience,
and therefore with the greatest success. Mrs. Candy and her daughter
even looked at each other and smiled over the demure, thoughtful little
face of the workwoman; and Matilda got praise for her work.
She had made up her mind meanwhile that she hath done what she
couldshould be her rule to go by. So as the after noon was fair, and
Mrs. Candy and her daughter both gone to make a visit at some miles'
distance, Matilda sallied forth.
Did she give you leave? Maria asked, as she saw her sister getting
She wants you to ask leave always.
I never used to do that, said Matilda. Her voice choked before she
could finish her sentence.
You will get into trouble.
One trouble is better than another, though, said Matilda; and she
She went first to Mr. Sample's, and asked how much a pound of tea
The last I sent your aunt, said Mr. Sample, was one fifty a
pound; and worth it. Don't she approve the flavour?
I believe so. But I want a little of another kind, Mr. Sampleif
you have any that is good, and not so high.
I have an excellent Oolong here for a dollar. Will you try that?
Please give me a quarter of a pound.
She will like it, said Mr. Sample, weighing the quantity and
putting it up; it really has as much body as the other sort, and I
think it is very nearly as good. The other is fifty cents a pound more.
Tell Mrs. Candy I can serve her with this if she prefers.
I want a loaf of bread too, if you please.
Baking failed? said Mr. Sample. Here, Jem, give this little girl
He himself went to attend another customer, so Matilda paid for her
purchases without any more questions being asked her. She went to
another store for a little butter, and there also laid in a few
herrings; and then, with a full basket and a light heart, took the way
to Lilac Lane.
Mrs. Eldridge was as she had left her yesterday; a trifle more
forlorn, perhaps. The afternoon being bright and sunny, made everything
in the house look more grimy and dusty for the contrast. Matilda shrank
from having anything to do with it. But yet, the consciousness that she
carried a basket of comfort on her arm was a great help.
Good morning, Mrs. Eldridge; how do you do? she said, cheerily.
Is it that little gal?
Yes, it is I, Mrs. Eldridge. I said I would come back. How do you
I'm most dead, said the poor woman. Matilda was startled; but
looking again, could not see that her face threatened anything like it.
She rather thought Mrs. Eldridge was tired of life; and she did not
You don't feel ill, do you?
No, the woman said, with a long drawn sigh. There ain't no
sickness got hold o' me yet. There's no one as 'll care when it comes.
Would you like a cup of tea this afternoon?
Tea? said the poor woman, I don't have no tea, child. Tea's for
the folks as has money, or somebody to care for 'em.
But I care for you, said Matilda, gently. And the Lord Jesus
cares. And He gave me the money to get some tea, and I've got it. Now
I'm going to make a fire in the stove. Is there any wood anywhere?
Fire? said Mrs. Eldridge.
Yes. To boil the kettle, you know. Is there any wood anywhere?
Have you got some tea?
Yes, and now I want to make the kettle boil. Where can I get some
Kettle? said the old woman. I hain't no kettle.
No. It's gone. There ain't none.
What is there, then, that I can boil some water in?
There's a skillet down in there, said Mrs. Eldridge, pointing to
the under part of the corner cupboard which Matilda had looked into the
day before. She went now to explore what remained. The lower part had
once been used, it seemed, for pots and kettles and stove furniture. At
least it looked black enough; and an old saucepan and a frying-pan, two
flat-irons very rusty, and a few other iron articles were there. But
both saucepan and frying-pan were in such a state that Matilda could
not think of using them. Days of purification would be needed first. So
she shut the cupboard door, and came back to the question of fire; for
difficulties were not going to overcome her now. And there were
difficulties. Mrs. Eldridge could not help her to any firing. She knew
nothing about it. None had been in the house for a long time.
Matilda stood and looked at the stove. Then she emptied her basket;
laying her little packages carefully on a chair; and went off on a
foraging expedition. At a lumber yard or a carpenter's shop she could
pick up something; but neither was near. The houses in Lilac Lane were
too needy them selves to ask anything at them. Matilda went down the
lane, seeing no prospect of help, till she came to the iron shop and
the livery stable. She looked hard at both places. Nothing for her
purpose was to be seen; and she remembered that there were children
enough in the houses behind her to keep the neighbourhood picked clean
of chips and brushwood. What was to be done? She took a bold resolve,
and went into the iron shop, the master of which she knew slightly. He
was there, and looked at her as she came in.
Mr. Swain, have you any little bits of wood that you could let me
have? bits of wood to make a fire.
Matilda Englefield, ain't it? said Mr. Swain. Bits o' wood? bits
of iron are more in our waycould let ye have a heap o' them.
Bits o' wood to make a fire, did ye say? 'twon't be a big fire as 'll
come out o' that 'ere little basket.
I do not want a big firejust some bits of wood to boil a kettle.
I want to know! said Mr. Swain. You hain't come all this way from
your house to get wood? What's happened to you?
Oh, not for our fire! Oh no. I want it for a place here in
These folks picks up their own woodyou hadn't no need for to
trouble yourself about them.
No, but it is some one who cannot pick up her own wood, Mr. Swain,
nor get it any other way; it is an old woman, and she wants a little
fire to make a cup of tea.
I guess, if she can get the tea she can get the wood.
Somebody brought her the tea, said Matilda, who luckily was not in
one way a timid child. I will pay for the wood if I can get some.
Oh, that's the game, eh? said the man. Well, as it's Mis'
Englefield's daughterI guess we'll find you what will do youhow 'll
this suit, if I split it up for you, eh?
He handled an old box cover as he spoke.
Matilda answered that it was the very thing; and a few easy blows of
Mr. Swain's hatchet broke it up into nice billets and splinters. Part
of these went into Matilda's basket, one end of them at least; the rest
she took with great difficulty in her apron; and so went back up the
It was good to see the glint of the old woman's eyes, when she saw
the wood flung down on the floor. Matilda went on to clear out the
stove. It had bits of coal and clinker in the bottom of it. But she had
furnished herself with a pair of old gloves, and her spirit was
thoroughly up to the work now. She picked out the coal and rubbish,
laid in paper and splinters and wood; now how to kindle it? Matilda had
no match. And she remembered suddenly that she had better have her
kettle ready first, lest the fire should burn out before its work was
done. So saying to Mrs. Eldridge that she was going after a match, she
went forth again. Where to ask? One house looked as forbidding as
another. Finally concluded to try the first.
She knocked timidly and went in. A slatternly woman was giving
supper to a half dozen children who were making a great deal of noise
over it. The hurly-burly confused Matilda, and confused the poor woman
What do you want? she asked shortly.
I came to see if you could lend me a tea-kettle for half an hour.
What do you want of my tea-kettle?
I want only to boil some water.
Hush your noise, Sam Darcy! said the woman to an urchin some ten
years old who was clamouring for the potatoesWho for?
To boil some water for Mrs. Eldridge.
You don't live here?
Well, my tea-kettle's in use, you see. The cheapest way 'd be for
Mrs. Eldridge to get a tea-kettle for herself. Sam Darcy! if you lay a
finger on them 'taters till I give 'em to you
Matilda closed the door and went over the way. Here she found a
somewhat tidy woman at work ironing. Nobody else in the room. She made
known her errand. The woman looked at her doubtfully.
If I let you take my kettle, I don't know when I'll see it agin.
Mis' Eldridge don't have the use of herself so 's she kin come over the
street to bring it back, ye see.
I will bring it back myself, said Matilda. I only want it for a
Is Mis' Eldridge sick?
No. I only want to make her a cup of tea.
I hadn't heerd nothin' of her bein' sick. Be you a friend o' hern?
We've got sickness in this house, the woman went on. And
everythin's wantin' where there's sickness; and hard to get it. It's my
old mother. She lies in therenodding towards an inner roomnight
and day, and day and night; and she'd like a bit o' comfort now and
then as well as another; and 'tain't often as I kin give it to her.
Life's hard to them as hain't got nothin' to live on. I hadn't ought to
complain, and I don't complain; but sometimes it comes over me that
Here was another!
What does she want? Matilda asked. Is she very sick?
She won't never be no better, her daughter answered; and she lies
there and knows she won't never be no better; and she's all as full of
aches as she kin be, sometimes; and other times she's more easy like;
but she lies there and knows she can't never get up no more in this
world; and she wants 'most everythin'. I do what I kin.
Do you think you can lend me your tea-kettle? I will be very much
Well, if you'll bring it back yourselfI 'spose I will. It's all
the kettle I've got.
She fetched it out of a receptacle behind the stove, brushed the
soot from its sides with a chicken's wing, and handed it to Matilda. It
was an iron tea-kettle, not very large to be sure, but very heavy to
hold at arm's length; and so Matilda was obliged to carry it, for fear
of smutching her frock. She begged a match too, and hastened back over
the street as well as she could. But Matilda's heart, though glad at
the comfort she was about to give, began to be wearily heavy on account
of the comfort she could not give; comfort that was lacking in so many
quarters where she could do nothing. She easily kindled her fire now;
filled the tea-kettle at the pumpthis was very difficult, but without
more borrowing she could not help itand at last got the kettle on,
and had the joy of hearing it begin to sing. The worst came now. For
that tea-cup and saucer and plate must be washed before they could be
used; and Matilda could not bear to touch them. She thought of taking
the unused cup at the back of the shelf; but conscience would not let
her. You know those ought to be washed, said conscience; and if you
do not do it, perhaps nobody else will. Matilda earnestly wished that
somebody else might. She had no bowl, either, to wash them in, and no
napkin to dry them. And here a dreadful thought suggested itself. Did
Mrs. Eldridge herself, too, do without washing? There were no towels to
be seen anywhere. Sick at heart, the little girl gathered up the soiled
pieces of crockery in her basketthe basket had a paper in itand
went over the way again to Mrs. Rogers' cottage. As she went, it
crossed her mind, could Mrs. Rogers perhaps be the other one of those
two in Lilac Lane who needed to have the Bible read to them? Or were
there still others? And how many Christians there had need to be in the
world, to do all the work of it. Even in Shadywalk. And what earnest
Christians they had need to be.
Back again a'ready? said the woman, as she let her in. Matilda
showed what she had in her basket, and asked for something to wash her
dishes in. She got more than she asked for; Sabrina Rogers took them
from her to wash them herself.
She has nobody to do anything for her, Matilda observed of the
poor old owner of the cup and saucer.
She ain't able to do for herself, remarked Sabrina; that's where
the difference is. The folks as has somebody to do su'thin' for them,
is lucky folks. I never see none o' that luck myself.
But your mother has you, said Matilda, gently.
I can't do much for her, either, said Sabrina. Poor folks must
take life as they find it. And they find it hard.
Can your mother read?
She's enough to do to lie still and bear it, without readin', said
the daughter. Folks as has to get their livin' has to do without
But would she like it? Matilda asked.
I wonder when these things was washed afore, said the
woman, scrubbing at them. Like it? You kin go in and ask her.
Matilda pushed open the inner door, and somewhat reluctantly went
in. It was decent, that room was; and this disabled old woman lay under
a patchwork quilt, on a bed that seemed comfortable. But the window was
shut, and the air was close. It was very disagreeable.
How do you do to-day, Mrs. Rogers? Matilda said, stepping nearer
Who's that? was the question.
Who's 'Tilda Eggleford?
I live in the village, said Matilda. Are you much sick?
Laws, I be! said the poor woman. It's like as if my bones was on
fire, some nights. Yes, I be sick. And I'll never be no better.
Does anybody ever come to read the Bible to you?
Read the Bible? the sick woman repeated. Her face looked dull, as
if there had ceased to be any thoughts behind it. Matilda wondered if
it was because she had so little to think of. What about reading the
Bible? she said.
You cannot read lying there, can you?
There ain't a book nowheres in the house.
Not a Bible?
A Bible? I hain't seen a Bible in five year.
Do you remember what is in the Bible? said Matilda, greatly
shocked. This was living without air.
Remember? said the woman. I'm tired o' 'membering. I'd like to go
to sleep and remember no more. What's the use?
What do you remember? Matilda asked in some awe.
I remember 'most everything, said the woman, wearily. Times when
I was well and strongand youngand had my house comfor'ble and my
things respectable. Them times was once. And I had what I wanted, and
could do what I had a mind to. There ain't no use in remembering. I'd
like to forget. Now I lie here.
Do you remember nothing else? said Matilda.
I remember it all, said the woman. I've nothin' to do but think.
When I was first married, and just come home, and thought all the world
wasshe stopped to sigha garden o' posies. 'Tain't much like
itto poor folks. And I had my children around meSabriny's the last
on 'em. She's out there, ain't she?
What's she doin'?
She is ironing.
Yes; she takes in. Sabriny has it all to do. I can't do
nothin'this five year.
May I come and see you again, Mrs. Rogers? I must go now.
You may come if you like, was the answer. I don't know what you
should want to come for.
Matilda was afraid her fire of pine sticks would give out; and
hurried across the lane again with her basket of clean things. The
stove had fired up, to be sure; and Mrs. Eldridge was sitting crouched
over it, with an evident sense of enjoyment that went to Matilda's
heart. If the room now were but clean, she thought, and the other room;
and the bed made, and Mrs. Eldridge herself. There was too much to
think of; Matilda gave it up, and attended to the business in hand. The
kettle boiled. She made the tea in the tea-cup; laid a herring on the
stove; spread some bread and butter; and in a few minutes invited Mrs.
Eldridge's attention to her supper spread on a chair. The old woman
drank the tea as if it were the rarest of delicacies; Matilda filled up
her cup again; and then she fell to work on the fish and bread and
butter, tearing them to pieces with her fingers, and in great though
silent appreciation. Meanwhile Matilda brought the cupboard to a little
order; and then filling up Mrs. Eldridge's cup for the third time,
carried back the kettle to Sabrina Rogers and begged the loan of an old
What do you want to do with it?
Mrs. Eldridge's room wants sweeping very much.
Likely it does! Who's a going to sweep it, though, if I lend you my
There's nobody but me, said Matilda.
The woman brought the broom, and, as she gave it, asked, Who sent
you to do all this?
What made you come, then? It's queer play for a child like you.
Somebody must do it, you know, said Matilda; and she ran away.
But Sabrina's words recurred to her. It was queer play. But then,
who would do it? And it was not for Mrs. Eldridge alone. She brushed
away with a good heart, while the poor old woman was hovering over the
chair on which her supper was set, munching bread and herring with a
particularity of attention which shewed how good a good meal was to
her. Matilda did not disturb her, and she said never a word to Matilda;
till, just as the little girl had brought all the sweepings of the
floor to the threshold, where they lay in a heap, and another stroke of
the broom would have scattered them into the street, the space outside
the door was darkened by a figure, the sight of which nearly made the
broom fly out of Matilda's hand. Nobody but Mr. Richmond stood there.
The two faces looked mutual pleasure and surprise at each other.
What are you doing here, Tilly?
Mr. Richmond, can you step over this muss? I will have it away
Mr. Richmond stepped in, looked at the figure by the stove, and then
back at Matilda. The little girl finished her sweeping and came back,
to receive a warm grasp of the hand from her minister; one of the
things Matilda liked best to get.
Is all this your work, Tilly, he whispered.
Mr. Richmond, nobody has given her a cup of tea in a long while.
The minister stepped softly to the figure still bending over the
broken herring; I think his blue eye had an unusual softness in it. The
old woman pushed her chair back, and looked up at him.
It's the minister agin, said she.
Are you glad to see me? said Mr. Richmond, taking a chair that
Matilda had dusted for him. I am afraid she took off her apron to do it
with, but the occasion was pressing. There was no distinct answer to
the minister's question.
You seem to have had some supper here, he remarked.
It's a good cup o' tea, said Mrs. Eldridge;a good cup o' tea. I
hain't seen such a good cup o' tea, not since ten year!
I am very glad of that. And you feel better for it, don't you?
A good cup o' tea makes one feel like folks, Mrs. Eldridge
And it is pleasant to think that somebody cares for us, Mr.
Richmond went on.
I didn't think as there warn't nobody, said Mrs. Eldridge, wiping
You see you were mistaken. Here are two people that care for you.
She cares the most, said Mrs. Eldridge, with a little nod of her
head towards Matilda.
I will not dispute that, said the minister, laughing. She has
cared fire, and tea, and bread, and fish, hasn't she? and you think I
have only cared to come and see you. Don't you like that?
I used fur to have visits, said the poor old woman, when I had a
nice place and was fixed up respectable. I had visits. Yes, I had.
There don't no one come now. There won't no more on 'em come; no more.
Perhaps you are mistaken, Mrs. Eldridge. Do you see how much you
were mistaken in thinking that no one cared for you? Do you know there
is more care for you than hers?
I don't know why she cares, said Mrs. Eldridge.
Who do you think sent her, and told her to care for you?
Who sent her? the woman repeated.
Yes, who sent her. Who do you think it was?
As he got but a lack-lustre look in reply, the minister went on.
This little girl is the servant of the Lord Jesus Christ; and He
sent her to come and see you, and care for you; and He did that because
He cares. He cares about you. He loves you, and sent His little
servant to be His messenger.
He didn't send no one afore, the old woman remarked.
Yes, He did, said Mr. Richmond, growing grave, He sent others,
but they did not come. They did not do what He gave them to do. And
now, Mrs. Eldridge, we bring you a message from the Lordthis little
girl and I do,that He loves you and wants you to love Him. You know
you never have loved, or trusted, or obeyed Him, in all your life. And
now, the goodness of God leadeth thee to repentance.
There ain't much as a poor old thing like I can do, she said,
after a long pause.
You can trust the Lord that died for you, and love Him, and thank
Him. You can give yourself to the Lord Jesus to be made pure and good.
Can't you? Then He will fit you for His glorious place up yonder. You
must be fitted for it, you know. Nothing that defileth or is defiled
can go in; only those that havt washed their robes and made them white
in the blood of the Lamb. Listen, now, while I read about that.
Mr. Richmond opened his Bible and read first the seventh chapter of
the Revelation, and then the twenty-second; and Matilda, standing and
leaning on the back of his chair, thought how wonderful the words were,
that even so poor an old helpless creature as the one opposite him
might come to have a share in them. Perhaps the wonder and the beauty
of them struck Mrs. Eldridge too, for she listened very silently. And
then Mr. Richmond knelt down and prayed.
After that, he and Matilda together took the way home.
The evening was falling, and soft and sweet the light and the air
came through the trees, and breathed even over Lilac Lane. The minister
and the little girl together drew fresh breaths. It was all so
delicious after the inside of the poor house where they had been.
Light is a pleasant thing! said the minister, half to himself. I
think, Matilda, heaven will seem something so, when we get there.
Like this evening, Mr. Richmond?
Like this evening light and beauty, after coming out of Mrs.
And then, will this world seem like Mrs. Eldridge's house?
I think it will, in the contrast. Look at those dainty little
flecks of cloud yonder, low down in the sky, that seem to have caught
the light in their vaporous drapery and embodied it. See what
brilliance of colour is there, and upon what a pure sky beyond!
Will this ever seem like Mrs. Eldridge's house? said
This is the world that God made, said the minister, smiling. I
was thinking of the world that man has made.
Lilac Lane, Mr. Richmond? said Matilda, glancing around her. They
were hardly out of it.
Lilac Lane is not such a bad specimen, said the minister, with a
sigh this time. There is much worse than this, Matilda. And the worst
of Lilac Lane is what you do not see. You had to buy your opportunity,
then? he added, with a smile again, looking down at Matilda.
I suppose I had, Mr. Richmond.
What did you pay?
Mr. Richmond, it was not pleasant to think of touching Mrs.
No. I should think not. But you are not sorry you came? Don't you
find, that as I said, it pays?
Oh yes, sir! But
There is so much to do.
Yes! said the minister, thoughtfully. And it seemed to have
stopped his talk.
Is Mrs. Rogers the other one? Matilda asked.
The other one? repeated Mr. Richmond.
The other opportunity. You said there were two in Lilac Lane, sir.
I do not know Mrs. Rogers.
But she is another one that wants the Bible read to her, Mr.
Richmond. She lives just across the way; I found her out by going to
borrow a tea-kettle.
You borrowed your tea-kettle?
Yes, sir. Mrs. Eldridge has none. She has almost nothing, and as
she says, there is nobody that cares.
Well, that will not do, said the minister. We must see about
getting a kettle for her.
Then, Mr. Richmond, Mrs. Rogers is a third opportunity. She
has been sick a-bed for five years, and there is not a Bible in the
There are opportunities starting up on every side, as soon as we
are ready for them, said the minister.
But Mr. RichmondI am afraid,I am not ready for them.
Why so, my dear child? I thought you were.
I am afraid I was sorry when I found out about Mrs. Rogers.
Why were you sorry?
There seemed so much to do, Mr. Richmond; so much disagreeable
work. Why, it would take every bit of time I have got, and more, to
attend to those two; every bit.
There came a rush of something that for a moment dimmed Mr.
Richmond's blue eyes; for a moment he was silent. And for that moment,
too, the language of gold clouds and sky was a sharp answerthe answer
of Lightto the thoughts of earth.
It is very natural, Mr. Richmond said. It is a natural feeling.
But it is not right, is it? said Matilda, timidly.
Is it like Jesus?
Then it cannot be right. 'Who being in the form of God, thought it
not robbery to be equal with God; but made Himself of no reputation,
and took upon Himself the form of a servant, and was made in the
likeness of men: and being found in fashion as a man, He humbled
Himself and became obedient unto death, even the death of the cross.'
Who 'pleased not Himself.' Who 'had not where to lay His head!'
Who, 'though He was rich, yet for our sakes He became poor.' 'He laid
down His life for us, and we ought to lay our lives down for the
Matilda listened, with a choking feeling coming in her throat.
But then what can I do, Mr. Richmond? how can I help feeling so?
There is only one way, dear Matilda, said her friend. The way is,
to love Jesus so much, that you like His will better than your own; so
much, that you would rather please Him than please yourself.
How can I get that, Mr. Richmond?
Where we get all other good things. Ask the Lord to reveal Himself
in your heart, so that the love of Him may take full possession.
The walk was silent for the greater part of the remaining
waysilent and pleasant. The colours of sunset faded away, but a cool,
fair, clear heaven carried on the beauty and the wordless speech of the
earlier evening. At Matilda's gate Mr. Richmond stopped, and holding
her hand still, spoke with a bright smile.
I will give you a text to think about and pray over, Matilda.
Yes, Mr. Richmond.
Keep it, and think of it, and pray about it, till you understand
it, and love it.
Yes, Mr. Richmond. I will.
The words are these. You will find them in the fourth chapter of
the Second Epistle to the Corinthians.
In the fourth chapter of the Second Epistle to the Corinthians.
These are the words. 'Always bearing about in the body the dying of
the Lord Jesus, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in
our body.' Good night.
Matilda thought so much over Lilac Lane and the words Mr. Richmond
had given her, that Maria charged her with being unsociable. Much
Matilda wished that she could have talked with her sister about those
same words; but Maria was in another line.
You are getting so wrapped up in yourself, she said, there is no
comfort in you. I might as well have no sister; and I guess Aunt Candy
means I shan't. She gives you all the good times, up in her room, among
the pretty things; I am only fit for washing dishes. Well, it's her
opinion; it isn't mine.
I don't have a good time up there, Maria, indeed. I would a great
deal rather be down here washing dishes, or doing anything.
What do you go there for, then?
I have to go.
We didn't use to have to do anything, when mamma was living.
I wouldn't do it, if I were you, if I didn't like it.
I don't like it, said Matilda; but I think I ought to do what
Aunt Candy wishes, as long as it is not something wrong.
She'll come to that, said Maria; or it'll be something you will
think wrong; and then we shall have a time! I declare, I believe I
shall be glad!
What for, Maria?
Why! Then I shall have you again. You'll come on my side. It's
lonely to have the dirty work all to myself. I don't suppose you mind
Indeed, but I do, said Matilda. I don't like to sit up-stairs
And reading. And I don't know what.
The reading is worse, said Matilda, sighing. It is something I do
What does she make you do it for?
I don't know, said Matilda, with another sigh. But I want to do
something else dreadfully, all the time.
The darning was very tedious indeed the morning after this talk.
Matilda had got her head full of schemes and plans that looked
pleasant; and she was eager to turn her visions into reality. It was
stupid to sit in her aunt's room, taking up threads on her long needle
exactly and patiently, row after row. It had to be done exactly, or
Mrs. Candy would have made her pick it all out again.
Yes, that is very well; that is neat, said Mrs. Candy, when
Matilda brought her the stocking she had been at work on, with the heel
smoothly run. That will do. Now you may begin upon another one. There
they are, in that basket.
But, Aunt Candy, said Matilda, in dismay, don't you think I have
learned now how to do it?
Yes, pretty well.
Then, need I do any more?
A little further practice will not hurt you. Practice makes
perfect, you know.
But do you mean that I must darn all those stockings.
Aren't they yours?
Yes, ma'am; I believe they are.
Who should darn them, then?
Matilda very sorrowfully remembered the hand which did darn them
once and thought it no hardship. Her hand went swiftly up to her eyes
before she spoke again.
I think it is right I should do them, and I will. May I take them
away and do them in my own room?
You may do exactly what I tell you, my dear.
Does it make any difference, Aunt Candy?
That is something you need not consider. All you have to do is to
obey orders. The more promptly and quietly, the easier for you,
Matilda coloured, bridled, kept down the wish to cry, and began upon
the second heel of her stockings. She was tired of that long needle and
its long needleful of double thread.
Matilda, said her aunt, put down your stocking and look at me.
Which Matilda did, much surprised.
When you wish to answer any thing I say, I prefer always that you
should answer me in words.
Ma'am? said Matilda.
You heard me.
But I did not understand you.
Again! said Clarissa.
I do not like to be answered by gestures. Do you understand that?
No, ma'am; I do not know what you mean by saying it.
You do not know that you answered me by a toss of your head just
No, ma'am; certainly not.
I am very glad to hear it. Don't do it again.
It would have been very like Matilda to do it again just there; but
bewilderment quite put down other emotions for the time, except the
sense of being wronged, and that is a feeling very hard to bear.
Matilda had scarcely known it before in her little life; the sensation
was as new as it was painful. She was utterly unconscious of having
done anything that ought to be found fault with. The darning needle
went very fast for the next half-hour; and Matilda's cheek was bright.
They haven't got a fire up-stairs, have they? Maria questioned,
when her little sister rejoined her.
No, not to-day. Why?
You look as if you had been somewhere where it was warm.
But Matilda did not say what sort of fire had warmed her.
She forgot all about it, and about all other grievances, as soon as
she was free to go out in the afternoon; for now some of her visions
were to be realised. Yesterday afternoon had been so pleasant, on the
whole, that Matilda determined to seek a renewal of the pleasure. And
first and foremost, she had determined to get Mrs. Eldridge a
tea-kettle. She had money enough yet; only her Bible and yesterday's
purchases had come out of her twenty-five dollars. A tea-kettleand
what else? thought Matilda. Some towels? She does dreadfully want
some towels. But then, I cannot get everything!
Slowly going towards the corner, with her eyes on the ground, her
two hands were suddenly seized by somebody, and she was brought to a
Norton! cried Matilda, joyously.
Yes. What has become of you?
Oh, I have been so busy!
School? said Norton.
Oh no! I don't go to school. I have things to do at home.
Things! said Norton. Why don't you speak straight? What things?
I don't have lessons, Norton, said the child, patiently, lifting
her eyes to Norton's face. My aunt gives me other things to do.
Don't you have lessons at all? said Norton.
Not now. I wish I did.
Where are you going now, Pink?
Pink! echoed Matilda.
Yes, that's your name. Where are you going? Come home with me.
I have got business, Norton.
You haven't gotsaid Norton, peering roundyes, I declare she
has gotthat Bible tucked under her arm! Are you going to see
I'll go too, said Norton, and find out what it all means. Give me
the book, and I'll carry it.
But, Norton! said Matilda, holding the Bible fast, I would like
to have you, but I am afraid you wouldn't like it.
Like what, Pink? The Bible?
Oh no. Oh yes, I wish you did like that; but I mean, where I
Do you like it?
I like to go. I don't like the place, Norton, for the place is very
So I should think. But I might like to go too, you know. I'm going
Matilda stood still and looked very dubious.
I'm going, Norton repeated, laughing. You want me to go, don't
Why, I would like it very much, if you would not
What? No, I will not, said Norton, shaking his head.
But, Norton, I am going into Mr. Forshew's, first.
Well; I can go into Mr. Forshew's too. I've been there
I am going to buy a tea-kettle.
I shall not interfere with that, said Norton.
But I am going to get a tea-kettle and take it along with meto
What for? They'll send it if you want it.
I want it immediately, and Mr. Forshew's boy is never there when he
is wanted, you know.
You want the tea-kettle immediately. You are not going to
make tea immediately, are you?
Exactly that, Norton. That is one of the things I am going to do.
And the poor old woman I am going to see has no tea-kettle.
Then I don't believe she has tea.
Oh yes, but I know she has tea, Norton.
And bread and butter?
Yes, and bread and butter too, said Matilda, nodding her little
head positively. Norton looked at her with a perfectly grave face.
It must be a very odd house, said he, I don't see how you can be
so sure of things.
Matilda began to walk on towards the corner.
Who took her tea and bread and butter? said Norton. I suppose you
know, if you know the rest.
Of course, somebody must have done it, said Matilda, hesitating.
I wonder if there was a Pink anywhere among the things, said
Norton. Did you see anything of it?
Matilda could not help laughing, and they both laughed; and so they
went into Mr. Forshew's shop. It was a little, low shop, just on the
corner; but, to be sure, there was a great variety, and a good
collection of things there. All sorts of iron things, and a great many
sorts of tin things; with iron dust, and street dust, plentifully
overlying the shop and everything in it. Stoves were there in variety;
chains, and brooms, and coal-skuttles; coffee-mills, and axes, and
lamps; tin pails, and earthen batter jars; screws, and nails, and
hinges, and locks; and a telegraph operator was at work in a corner.
Several customers were there too; Matilda had to wait.
It is odd now, said Norton. I suppose, if I wanted to spend money
here, I should buy everything else in the world but a
tea-kettle. That's what it is to be a girl.
Nonsense! said Matilda, and the set of her head was inimitable.
That's what it is to be a Pink, he said. I forgot. I don't
believe there is another girl in town wants a tea-kettle but you. What
else do you want, Pink?
A great deal, said Matilda; but I can't get all I want.
You don't want an axe, for instance; nor a coffee-mill; nor a tin
pail, nor an iron chain, nor a dipper; nor screws, nor tacks; nor a
lamp, do you? nor a box of matches
Oh yes, Norton! Oh yes, that is just what I do want; a box of
matches. I never should have thought of it.
How about stoves, Pink? Here are plenty.
She has a stove. Don't be ridiculous, Norton.
And Mr. Forshew being just then at leisure, Matilda purchased a
little tin tea-kettle, and came out with it in triumph.
Now is that all? said Norton. How about the bread and butter?
Perhaps it has given out.
No, I think not. I guess there is enough. Perhaps we had better
take another loaf of bread, though. We shall pass the baker's on our
Have you got money enough for every thing you want, Pink? does your
aunt give you whatever you ask for?
Oh, I never ask her for anything, said Matilda.
Take it without asking?
I do not ask, and she does not give me, Norton. But once she did,
when she first came; she gave me, each of us, twenty-five dollars. I
have got that, all that is left of it.
How much is left of it?
Why, I don't know exactly. I spent four dollars for something else;
then eighty-five cents yesterday; and a dollar just, to-day. That
Five eighty-five, said Norton. And that out of twenty-five,
leaves nineteen fifteen.
I've got that, then, said Matilda.
And no hope of more? That won't do, Pink. Nineteen dollars won't
last for ever at this rate. Here's the baker's.
The bread Norton paid for and carried off, and the two stepped along
briskly to Lilac Lane.
Matilda was very glad privately that she had swept Mrs. Eldridge's
floor yesterday. The place looked so much the more decent; though as it
was, Norton cast his eyes around him whistling low, and Matilda knew
well enough that he regarded it as a very odd place for either himself
or Pink to find themselves in.
What's to be done now? he inquired of her, as she was putting the
bread and matches on a shelf of the cupboard.
The first thing is to make a fire, Norton. I've got wood enough
here. And the matches.
You have got, said Norton, stooping to fetch out the sticks
from the lower cupboard where Matilda had stowed them. Did you get it?
Where did you get it?
Mr. Swain split it up for me,at the iron shop, you know.
Did you go to the iron shop for it? And bring it back yourself?
There was nobody else to do it, said Matilda.
You're a brick! said Norton. That's what I said. But is this all,
It is plenty, Norton.
Plenty for to-day. It won't last for any more. What then?
I don't know, said Matilda. O Norton, are you going to
make the fire?
Norton showed that such was his intention, and showed besides that
he knew very well what he was about. Matilda, after looking on
admiringly, ran off to the pump with her kettle. The pump was at some
distance; before she could fill her kettle and come back, Norton
overtook her. He quietly assumed the tea-kettle, as a matter of course.
Oh, thank you, Norton! how good you are, Matilda exclaimed. It
Look here. Do you come here to do this sort of thing all by
yourself? said Norton.
I cannot help that, said Matilda. And I like to do it, too.
You mustn't, said Norton.
Who will, then, Norton? And the poor old woman cannot do anything
Isn't there somebody in the world to take care of her?
That's a shame. And I don't believe it, either.
Oh, but there is nobody, Norton. She is quite alone. And if some
one will not help her, she must go without everything.
Norton said no more, but he looked very much disgusted with this
state of society. He silently watched what Matilda was doing, without
putting in any hinderance or hinting at any annoyance further, which,
she thought, was very good of him. Instead of that, he looked after the
fire, and lifted the kettle when it was needful. Matilda, as yesterday,
made the tea, and spread bread and butter, and cooked a herring; and
then had the satisfaction of seeing the poor old woman luxuriating over
what was to her a delicious meal. She had said very little since their
coming in, but eyed all they did, with a gradual relaxing of the lines
of her face. Something like pleasure, something like comfort, was
stealing into her heart, and working to soften those hard lines.
Matilda waited now until the meal should be quite finished before she
brought forward anything of different interest.
That's a new kettle, was the first remark, made while Matilda was
clearing away the remains of the supper.
How do you like it? said Norton.
The old woman looked at him, she had done that a great deal already,
and answered, Who be you?
I'm the fellow that brought the kettle from the shop, said Norton.
Whose kettle is it?
It ought to be your'sit's on your stove.
It is your's, Mrs. Eldridge, said Matilda.
Well, I hain't had a tea-kettle, said the old woman, meditatively,
sinceI declare, I don't know when 'twas. I hain't had a tea-kettle,
not since my old un fell down the well. I never could get it out. That
one hadn't no kiver.
Don't let this one get down in the well, said Norton.
I shan't go to the well no more, said Mrs. Eldridge. When I had a
place, and a well, and a bucket, it was good times! That ain't my
Yes, Mrs. Eldridge, it is, said Matilda. It is your's; and it
just fits the stove hole.
A kettle's a good thing, said the old woman. It looks good.
Now would you like to have a little reading again? Matilda
inquired, bringing out her Bible.
Have you got anything more about thewhat was it? I don' know what
About the shepherd? the Good Shepherd?
You may read a bit about that, said the old woman. There ain't no
shepherds now, is there?
Plenty of 'em, said Norton.
It don't seem as if there was no place for 'em to keep the sheep.
I don't see none. But he used for to be a shepherd; and he took
good care of 'em, he did.
The Lord Jesus is the Good Shepherd; and He takes good care of His
sheep, said Matilda. He cares for them always. He cares for you, Mrs.
The old woman made no answer to this; but instead, sat with so
meditative a look upon her face that Matilda, though she had her book
open to read, forbore, and waited.
Did He send you? said Mrs. Eldridge.
Norton glanced a quick look of amusement at Matilda, but Matilda
simply answered. Yes.
I didn't know as there was any one as cared, she said, slowly.
Matilda began to read, upon that; giving her the twenty-third psalm
again; then the tenth chapter of John; finishing with one or two
passages in the Revelation. Norton stood in the doorway while she read,
looking out and looking in, very quiet; and Mrs. Eldridge sat and
listened and gave tremulous shakes of her old head, and was very quiet
I must go now, said Matilda, when she had done and had paused a
It has a good sound, said the old woman.
It's true, said Matilda.
And she and Norton took their leave. Then began a joyous walk home.
Pink, said Norton, when they were got a little way from the house,
you made your tea in a tea-cup.
Yes; there is only a wretched little tin tea-pot there, not fit to
be used; it is in such a state.
No spoons either?
No, and no spoons. There is hardly anything there at all, Norton.
I don't see how people come to be so poor, said Norton.
No, I don't, said Matilda. But she is old, you see, and
cannot help herself, and has no one left that does care about her.
Nobody in the world, I mean.
That house is in a tremendous condition, said Norton. For dirt I
Yes, I know it.
I don't see why somebody hasn't cleaned it before now.
Why, Norton, who should do it? None of the neighbours care anything
Is she bad?
No, Norton, not bad at all; but they are poor too, and ill, some of
them, and they have their own work to do, and their own things to get,
and they haven't anything to spare for her.
She was glad of that tea-kettle.
Wasn't she! I could see that.
But I say, Pink! I don't see how people come to be so poor. There's
For some people, said Matilda.
Money enough for everybody.
Perhaps, if it was divided, said Matilda. But, Norton, it isn't.
The rich people have got it almost all.
Have they? said Norton. Then they ought to look out for such poor
chaps as this.
So I think, Norton, said Matilda, eagerly.
But, Pink, you can't do it. You are only one, and you can't
take care of all Lilac Lane, to begin with. That's what I am thinking
No, not all the lane. But I can do something. I can read to Mrs.
Eldridge, and Mrs. Rogers.
You can't buy tea-kettles, though, for Mrs. Eldridge and Mrs.
Rogers, with the tea, and the sugar, and the bread and butter, and the
fish, and the mutton-chops they will all want. Your nineteen dollars
will soon be gone at that rate.
Mutton-chops! echoed Matilda. Norton, they do not see anything so
good as mutton-chops.
They ought to, said Norton. They have as much right as other
But they can't, Norton.
Yes, they can, Pink. We'll take 'em some for once. They shall know
how mutton tastes.
O Norton! said Matilda in a low voice of delight, how good that
But what I say, continued the boy, with emphasis,you
cannot go on doing this. Your money will not last.
I can do what I can, said Matilda, softly.
But what's the use, Pink? All you can do will just touch one old
woman, perhaps, a few times; and then Lilac Lane will not be any better
off than it was. And anyhow, you only touch one. What's the use?
Whythe use of that one.
Yes, but it don't really make any difference to speak of, when you
think of all the people that you cannot help. The world won't be any
better; don't you see?
If I was the one to be helped, I should think it made a great deal
of difference, Norton.
Norton could not dispute that view of the case, though he whistled
Pink, will you come and play croquet to-morrow?
To-morrow? I will see if I can, said Matilda, with a brightening
What's to hinder you?
I don't know that anything. If Aunt Candy will let me.
Does she hinder you?
Sometimes, Matilda said, hesitating.
I do not know. That puzzles me, Norton.
How does she hinder you? said the boy, stopping short with
a scowl upon his brow.
She won't let me go out, sometimes; I don't know why. Then besides,
I have to spend a good deal of time reading to her, and darning
stockings; and I have a great many other things to do, Norton.
Well, come to-morrow, Pink; or I shall come after you. Hulloa! see
And Norton set off on such a race and chase after the squirrel, that
Matilda stopped to look on in sheer admiration. The race was not
fruitful of anything, however, but admiration, and the rest of the way
they hurried home.
It was a trembling question with Matilda, could she go to play
croquet the next day? She could not go in her work dress; and she
feared to change her dress and so draw attention, lest her aunt should
put a stop to her going out at all. She debated the matter a good deal,
and finally concluded to make an open affair of it and ask leave.
To go to Mrs. Laval's, said Mrs. Candy, meditating.
Who is going to play croquet, besides you? inquired Clarissa.
I do not think anybody is to be there besides me, said Matilda.
Well, said Mrs. Candy, I suppose you had better go, with my
compliments and thanks to Mrs. Laval. Put on your white dress, Matilda,
and I will tie a ribband round your waist.
The white dress and the black ribband were duly put on, and Matilda
set out, very happy indeed, only sorry that Maria was left behind. She
got a glad welcome from Norton, who was at the iron gate watching for
her. And when she came to the door of the house, Matilda was fain to
stand still and look, everything was so beautiful. It was very
different from last winter, when the snow covered all the world. Now
the grass was soft and green, cut short and rolled smooth, and the
sunlight made it seem almost golden. The rose-bushes were heavy and
sweet with great cabbage roses and delicate white roses, and gay yellow
roses made an elegant variety. Overhead, the golden clusters of a
laburnum tree dropped as if to meet them. Then there were pinks, and
violets, and daisies; and locust trees a little way off, standing
between the house and the sun, made the air sweet with their blossoms.
Every breath was charged with some delicious perfume or other. The
house stood hospitably and gaily open in summer dress; the farm country
lay rich in the sun towards the west; and the mountains beyond, having
lost all their white coating of snow long ago, were clothed in a kind
of drapery of purple mist.
What's the matter? said Norton.
It's so beautiful! said Matilda.
Oh, is that all! Come in. Mamma wants to see you.
In the house, over floors marble and matted, through rooms green
with the light that came through the blinds, cool in shadow, but from
which the world without looked like a glittering fairyland, so they
went passing from one to another, till they found the mistress of the
house. She was not in the house, but in a deep wicker chair on the
shady side of the verandah.
Here she is! the lady exclaimed as she saw them, throwing aside
the book which had been in her hands, and drawing Matilda into her arms
instead. My dear childso you've come. Norton and I are very glad.
How do you do? You are thin.
Am I? said Matilda.
I am afraid you are. What are you going to do? play croquet? it's
too warm yet. Sit down here and have some strawberries first. Norton,
you get her some strawberries.
She put Matilda affectionately into a chair and took off her hat.
And how do you like croquet?
Oh, very much! But I do not know how to play yet, said Matilda.
Norton will teach you.
Yes, ma'am, Matilda said, with a happy look.
I think Norton is making a little sister of you, Mrs. Laval said
tenderly, drawing her hand down Matilda's cheek. Do you know, Norton
once had a little sister as old as you?
The lady's tone had changed. Matilda only looked, she dared not
speak in answer to this.
I think he wants to make a sister of you, Mrs. Laval repeated
wistfully, her hand dropping to Matilda's hand and taking hold of that.
How would you like to be Norton's sister?
Oh, I should like it very much! Matilda answered, half eagerly,
but her answer touched with a soberness that belonged to the little
sister and daughter that Norton and Mrs. Laval had lost. There was a
delicate, sensitive manner about both her face and her voice as she
spoke, perfectly intelligible to the eyes that were watching her; and
the response to it was startling, for Mrs. Laval suddenly took the
child in her arms, upon her lap, though Matilda never knew how she got
there, and clasping her close, half smothered her with kisses, some of
which Matilda felt were wetted with tears. It was a passion of
remembered tenderness and unsatisfied longing. Matilda was astonished
and passive under caresses she could not return, so close was the clasp
of the arms that held her, so earnest the pressure of the lips that
seemed to devour every part of her face by turns. In the midst of this,
Norton came with the strawberries, and he too stood still and offered
no interruption. But when a pause in Mrs. Laval's ecstasy gave him a
chance, he said low,
Mrs. Beechy, mamma, and Miss Beechys, are there.
Mrs. Laval was quiet a moment, hiding her face in Matilda's neck;
then she put her gently down, rose up, and met some ladies who were
coming round the corner of the verandah, with a tone and bearing so
cool, and careless, and light, that Matilda asked her ears if it was
possible. The guests were carried off into the house; Matilda and
Norton were left alone.
It was Matilda's turn then. She set down the plate of strawberries
Norton had given her, and hid her face in her hands.
Norton bore this for a minute, and no more. Then one of his hands
came upon one of Matilda's, and the other upon the other, very gently
but decidedly suggesting that they should come down.
Pink! said he, this may do for mamma and you, but it is very poor
entertainment for me. Come! leave that, and eat your strawberries, and
let us go on the lawn. The sun will do now.
Matilda felt that this was reasonable, and she put by her own
gratification. Nevertheless her eyes and eyelashes were all glittering
when she lifted them up.
What has mamma done to you? said Norton, wondering. Here, Pink,
do you like strawberries?
If you please, Norton, said Matilda, couldn't I have them another
time? I don't want them now.
Then they may wait till we have done playing, said Norton; and
then I'll have some too. Now come.
The great trees cast a flickering shadow on the grass before the
house. Norton planted his hoops and distributed colours, and presently
Matilda's sober thoughts were driven as many ways as the balls; and
they went very widely indeed.
You must take aim, Matilda? Norton cried.
Why, you must learn at what; that's the game. You must fight; just
as I fight you. You ought to touch my ball now, if you can. I don't
believe you can. You might try.
Matilda tried, and hit it. The game went on prosperously. The sun
got lower, and the sunbeams came more scattering, and the breeze just
stirred over the lawn, not enough to bend the little short blades of
grass. Mrs. Laval's visitors went away, and she came out on the
verandah to look at the children; they were too much engaged to look at
her. At last the hard-fought battle came to an end. Norton brought out
another plate of strawberries for himself along with Matilda's, and the
two sat down on the bank under the locust trees to eat them. The sun
was near going down beyond the mountains by this time, and his setting
rays changed the purple mist into a bath of golden haze.
How nice and cold these are, said Matilda.
They have been in the ice. That makes things cold, observed
And being warm one's self makes them seem colder, said Matilda.
Why, are you warm, Pink?
Yes, indeed. I have had to fight you so hard, you know.
You did very well, said Norton, in a satisfied tone.
Norton, how pretty it all is to-night.
Norton ate strawberries.
Very different from Lilac Lane, said Matilda, looking at the china
plate in her hand, on which the painting was very fine and delicate.
Rather different, said Norton.
Norton,I was thinking of what you said yesterday; how odd it is
that some people should be rich and others poor.
I am glad I am one of the first sort, said Norton, disposing of a
very large strawberry.
But isn't it strange?
That is what I said, Pink.
It don't seem right, said Matilda, thoughtfully
Yes, it does.
It doesn't to me.
How can you help it?
Why I cannot help it, Norton; but if everybody that is rich
chose, they could help it.
Don't you think they ought?
Well how, Pink? If people were industrious and behaved right, they
wouldn't be poor, you see.
Oh, but, Norton, they would sometimes. There is Mrs. Eldridge, and
there are the poor women at Mrs. Rogers', and a great many more like
Well if somebody hadn't behaved wrong, said Norton, they
wouldn't be so hard up.
Oh, but that does not help them.
And they ought to be helped, said Matilda, slowly examining the
painted flowers on the china in her hand, and remembering Mrs.
Eldridge's cracked delf tea-cup.
That plate would buy up the whole concern where we were yesterday,
Matilda looked up suddenly, at Norton's thus touching her thought;
but she did not like to pursue it. Norton, however, had no scruples.
Yes; and these strawberries, I suppose, would feed her for a
weekthe old woman, I mean. And one of our drawing-room chairs would
furnish her house, pretty near. Yes, I guess it would. And I really
think one week of the coal we burned a few months ago would keep her,
and Mrs. Rogers too, warm all winter. And I am certain one of mamma's
dresses would clothe her for a year. Seems queer, don't it.
And she is cold, and hungry, and uncomfortable, said Matilda. The
two looked at each other.
But then, you know, if mamma gave one of her dresses to clothe this
old woman, she would have to give another to clothe some other old
woman; and the end would be, she would have no dresses for herself. And
if she tried to warm all the cold houses, she wouldn't have firing to
cook her own dinner. You see it has to be so, Pink; some rich and some
poor. And suppose these strawberries had been changed into some poor
somebody's dinner, I couldn't have had them to give to you. Do you see,
But, O Norton! Matilda began, and stopped. These strawberries are
But you would rather turn them into mutton-chops and give them
away? said Norton. I dare say you would! Wouldn't you?
Norton, said Matilda, cautiously, do you think anything I
could have bought with that dollar would have given me so much
pleasure as that tea-kettle yesterday?
It was a good investment, said Norton. But it is right to eat
strawberries, Pink. Where are you going to stop?
I'll take Mrs. Eldridge some strawberries, said Matilda, smiling,
when they get plenty.
Well, agreed, said Norton. Let us take her some other things too.
I've got money. Stoplet me put these plates in the house and fetch a
piece of paper;then we'll see what we'll take her.
Matilda sat while he was gone, looking at the golden mist on the
mountains and dreaming.
Now, said Norton, throwing himself on the turf beside her, with
his piece of paper, and thrusting his hand deep down in his pocket to
get at his pencil, Now, let us see what we will do.
Norton, said Matilda, joyously, this is better than croquet.
Norton looked up with those bright eyes of his, but his reply was to
proceed to business.
Now for it, Pink. What shall we do for the old lady? What does she
want? Pooh! she wants everything; but what to begin with?
Strawberries, you said.
Strawberries! Not at all. That's the last thing. I mean we'll fix
her up, Pink. Now what does she want to be comfortable. It is only one
old woman; but we shall feel better if she is comfortable. Or you
But what do you mean, Norton? how much can we do?
Just as much as we've a mind to. I've got money, I tell you. Come;
begin. What goes down first?
Why, Norton, said Matilda, in an ecstasy, it is like a fairy
This, that we are doing. It is like a fairy story exactly.
How is it like fairy stories? said Norton. I don't know.
Did you never read fairy stories?
Never. What are they like?
Why some of them are just like this, said Matilda. People are
rich, and can do what they please; and they set out to get things
together for a feast, or to prepare a palace for some princess; and
first one nice thing is got, and then another, and then some thing
else; until by and by you feel as if you had been at the feast, or seen
the palace, or had done the shopping. I do.
This isn't for a princess, said Norton.
No, nor a palace, said Matilda; but it seems just as good.
Go on, Pink; let us quit princesses and get to the real business.
What do you want to get, first thing?
First thing, said Matilda, I think would be to get
somebody to clean the house. There are only two little rooms. It
wouldn't be much. Don't you think so, Norton?
As we cannot build a palace, and have it new, I should say the old
one had better be cleaned.
Sabrina Rogers would do it, I dare say, Matilda went on; and
maybe that would be something good for her.
Teach her to clean her own? said Norton.
Why no, Norton; her own is clean. I meant, maybe she would be glad
of the pay.
There's another princess, eh, that wants a palace? said Norton.
If we could, we would new build Lilac Lane, wouldn't we? But then, I
should want to make over the people that live in it.
So should I, and that is the hardest. But perhaps, don't you think
the people would be different, if they had things different?
I'm certain I should be different, if I lived where they do, said
Norton. But go on, Pink; let us try it onwhat's her name. We have
only cleaned her house yet.
The first thing, then, is a bedstead, Norton.
A bedstead! What does she sleep on?
On the floor; with rags and straw, and I think a miserable
make-believe of a bed. No sheets, no blankets, nor anything. It is
Rags and straw, said Norton. Then a bedstead wants a bed on it,
Pink; and blankets or coverlets or something, and sheets, and all
Matilda watched Norton's pencil as it noted the articles.
Then she wants some towels, and a basin of some sort to wash in.
H'm! said Norton. Herself, I hope?
Yes, I hope so. But she has nothing to make herself clean with.
Then a stand, and basin, and towels; and a pitcher, Pink, I
suppose, to hold water.
Yes, a pitcher, or jug, or something. We want to get the cheapest
things we can. And soap.
Let's have plenty of that, said Norton, putting down soap. Now
A little wooden table, Norton; she has nothing but a chair to set
her tea on.
A table. And a carpet?
Oh, no, Norton; that's not necessary. It is warm weather now. She
does not want that. But she does want a pail for water. I have
to take the tea-kettle to the pump.
Norton at this laughed, and rolled over on the grass in his
amusement. Having thus refreshed himself, he came back to business.
Has she got anything to go on her fire, except a tea-kettle?
Not much. A saucepan would be a very useful thing, and not cost
much. I bought one the other day; so I know.
What's a saucepan? said Norton. A pan to make sauce in?
It was Matilda's turn to laugh. Poor Mrs. Eldridge don't have many
puddings, I guess, to make sauce for, she said.
Well, Pink, now we come, don't we, to the eating line. We must
stock her up.
Put down a broom first, Norton.
A broom! here goes.
Yes, you can't think how much I have wanted a broom there. And a
tea-pot. Oh yes, and a little milk pitcher, and sugar bowl. Can't we?
I should think we could, said Norton. Tea-cups?
I guess not. She's got two; and three plates. Now, Nortonthe
eatables. What did you think of?
I suppose there isn't anything in the house, said Norton.
Nothing at all, except what we took there.
Then she wants everything.
But you see, Norton, she can't do any thing herself; she couldn't
use some things. There would be no use
No use in what?
Flour, for instance. She couldn't make bread.
I don't know anything about flour, said Norton. But she can use
bread when she sees it, I will take my affidavit.
Oh yes, bread, Norton. We will take her some bread, and a little
butter; and sugar; and tea. She has got some, but it won't last long.
And I said she should have a mutton-chop.
I dare say she would like it.
I wonder if a bushel of potatoes wouldn't be the best thing of
Potatoes would be excellent, said Matilda, delightedly. I suppose
she would be very glad of anything of that sort. Let's take her some
Cheese. And strawberries. And cake, Pink.
I am afraid we should be taking too much at once. We had better
leave the cake to another time.
There's something we forgot, said Norton. Mr. What's-his-name
will not split up box covers for your fire every day; we must send in a
load of firing. Wood, I guess.
Oh, how good! said Matilda. You see, Norton, she has had no wood
to make a fire even to boil her kettle.
And no kettle to boil, added Norton.
So that she went without even tea. I don't know how she lived. Did
you see how she enjoyed the tea yesterday?
Pink, said Norton, do you expect to go there to make her fire
No, Norton, I cannot every day; I cannot always get away from home.
But I was thinkingI know some other girls that I guess would help;
and if there were several of us, you know, it would be very easy.
Well, said Norton, we have fixed up this palace and princess now.
What do you think of getting the princess a new dress or two?
Oh, it would be very nice, Norton. She wants it.
Mamma will do that. Could you get it, Pink? would you know
how? supposing your purse was long enough.
Oh yes, Norton. Of course I could!
Then you shall do it. Who will see to all the rest?
To buy the things, do you mean?
To buy them, and to choose them, and to get them to their place,
and all that?
Why, you and I, Norton. Shan't we?
I think that is a good arrangement. The next question is, when?
When shall we send the things there?
We must get the rooms cleaned. I will see about that. Then, Norton,
the sooner the better; don't you think so?
How is it in the fairy stories?
Oh, it's all done with a breath there; that is one of the
delightful things about it. You speak, and the genie comes; and you
tell him what you want, and he goes and fetches it; there is no
waiting. And yet, I don't know, Matilda added; I don't wish this
could be done in a breath.
What? said a voice close behind her. The two looked up, laughing,
to see Mrs. Laval. She was laughing too.
What is it, that is not to be done in a breath?
Furnishing a palace, mamma(getting it cleaned first,) and setting
up a princess.
Mrs. Laval wanted to hear about it, and gradually she slipped down
on the grass beside Matilda, and drew an arm round her, while she
listened to Norton's story. Norton made quite a story of it, and told
his mother what Matilda had been doing the day before in Lilac Lane,
and what schemes they had presently on hand. Mrs. Laval listened
Dear, is it quite safe for you to go to such a place? she asked
Oh yes, ma'am.
But it cannot be pleasant.
Oh yes, ma'am! Matilda answered, more earnestly.
How can it be?
I thought it would not be pleasant, at first, said Matilda; but I
found it was.
What made it pleasant, dear?
If you saw the poor old woman, Mrs. Laval, and how much she wanted
comfort, I think you would understand it.
Would you come and see me, if I wanted comfort? the lady
inquired. Matilda smiled at the possibility. Then something in Mrs.
Laval's face reminded her that even with such a beautiful house and so
rich abundance of things that money can buy, there might be a sad want
of something that money cannot buy; and she grew grave again.
Would you? Mrs. Laval repeated.
And Matilda said Yes. And Mrs. Laval again put her face down to
Matilda's face and pressed her lips upon hers, again and again, as if
she drew some sweetness from them. Not so passionately as the time
before; yet with quiet earnestness. Then with one hand she stroked the
hair from Matilda's forehead, and drew it forward, and passed her
fingers through it, caressing it in a tender, thoughtful way. Norton
knelt on the grass beside them and looked on, watching and satisfied.
Matilda was happy and passive.
Have you got money enough, love, for all you want to do? Mrs.
Laval asked at length.
I haven't much, said Matilda; but Norton is going to
Have you got enough, Norton?
I guess so, mamma.
Mrs. Laval put her hand in her pocket and drew out a little morocco
pocket-book. She put it in Matilda's hand.
Norton shall not do it all, she said. I don't know exactly how
much is in this; you can use what you choose on this fairy palace you
and Norton are building.
Oh, ma'am! Matilda began, flushing and delighted. Mrs. Laval
stopped her mouth with a kiss.
But, ma'am, won't you please take out what you wish I should spend
for Mrs. Eldridge.
Spend just what you like.
I might take too much, said Matilda.
It is all your's. Do just what you like with it. Spend what you
like in Lilac Lane, and the rest for something else.
Oh, ma'am!Matilda began again in utter bewildered delight.
No, darling, don't say anything about it, Mrs. Laval answered,
finding Matilda's pocket and slipping the pocket-book in. You shall
talk to me about it another time. I wish you could give me your
What secret, ma'am? said Matilda, who for the very delight that
flushed her could hardly speak.
How to get so much satisfaction out of a little money.
Matilda wished she could give Mrs. Laval anything that would do her
a pleasure, and she began to think, could she let her into this
secret? It seemed a simple secret enough to Matilda; but she had a
certain consciousness that for the great lady it might be more
difficult to understand than it was for her. Was it possible that
elegant pocket-book was in her pocket?
But now came the summons to tea, and they got up off the grass and
went in. So beautiful a table Matilda had never seen, and more thorough
petting no little girl ever had. No one else was there but those three,
so she was quite at home. Such a pleasant home it was, too. The windows
all open, of the large, airy, pretty dining-room; the blue mountains
seen through the windows at one side; from the others, the green of the
trees and the gay colours of flowers; the evening air drew gently
through the room, and flowers and fruit and all sorts of delicacies and
all sorts of elegances on the table made Matilda feel she was in
When are you coming again? said Mrs. Laval, taking her in her arms
when she was about going.
Whenever you will let me, ma'am.
Could you learn to love me a little bit, some day?
Matilda did not know how to answer. She looked into the handsome
dark eyes that were watching her, and with the thought of the secret
sympathy between the lady and herself, her own watered.
I see you will, said Mrs. Laval, kissing her. Now kiss me.
She sat quite still while Matilda did so; then returned it warmly,
and bade Norton take care of her home.
Matilda found her aunt, cousin, and sister gathered in the parlour.
Well! said Maria. I suppose you have had a time.
A good time? Mrs. Candy asked. Matilda replied Yes.
You stayed late, observed Clarissa. This did not seem to need an
What have you been doing? Maria asked.
You sigh over it, as if there were some melancholy associations
connected with the fact, said Clarissa.
So there were, taken with the contrast at home. Matilda could not
Any company there? inquired Mrs. Candy.
You are wonderfully taciturn, said Clarissa. Do tell us what you
have been about, and whether you have enjoyed yourself.
I enjoyed myself, said Matilda, repressing another sigh.
Did you bring any message for me? asked her aunt.
No, Aunt Candy.
Did you deliver mine to Mrs. Laval?
My message. Did you deliver it?
No, aunt Candy.
Did you forget it, Matilda?
I did not forget it.
Both mother and daughter lifted up their heads at this.
Why did you not give the message, then?
Matilda was in sore difficulty. There was nothing she could think of
to say. So she said nothing.
Speak, child! said her aunt. Why did you not give my message as I
I did not like to do it, Aunt Candy.
You did not like to do it! Please to say why you did not like to do
It was so impossible to answer, that Matilda took refuge in silence
It would have been civil in Mrs. Laval to have sent her message,
whether or no, said Clarissa.
Go up-stairs, Matilda, said her aunt; and don't come down again
to-night. No, Maria, for Maria rose, muttering that she would go too,
no, you do not go now. Sit down, till the usual time. Go to
bed, Matilda. I will talk to you to-morrow.
It was no punishment, the being sent off; though her aunt's words
and manner were. In all her little life, till now, Matilda had never
known any but gentle and tender treatment. She had not been a child to
require other; and though a more decided government might have been
good, perhaps, the soft and easy affection in the midst of which she
had grown up was far better for her than harshness, which indeed she
never deserved. As she went up the stairs to-night, she felt like a
person suddenly removed, in the space of an hour, from the atmosphere
of some balmy, tropical clime, to the sharp rigours of the north pole.
She shivered, mentally.
But the effect of the tropics returned when she had closed the door
of her room. The treasures of comfort and pleasure stored up that
afternoon were not lost; and being a secret treasure, they were not
within anybody's power. Matilda kneeled down and gave thanks for it
all; then took out her pocket-book and admired it; she would not count
the money this evening, the outside was quite enough. She stowed it
away in a safe place, and slowly undressed; her heart so full of
pleasant things enjoyed and other pleasant things hoped for, that she
soon utterly forgot Mrs. Candy, message and all. Sweet visions of what
was to be done in Lilac Lane rose before her eyes; what might not
be done, between Norton and her, now? and with these came in other
visionsof those kisses of Mrs. Laval, which had been such mother's
kisses. Matilda stood still to remember and feel them over again.
Nobody had ever kissed her so, but her mother. And so, in a little warm
heart-glow of her own which enveloped everything, like the golden haze
on the mountains that evening, Matilda undressed leisurely, and read
her Bible, and prayed, and went to sleep. And her waking mood was like
the morning light upon the mountains, so clear and quiet.
Maria, however, was in complete contrast. This was not very unusual.
She was crusty, and ironical, and disposed to find fault.
I wonder how long this is going to last? she said, in the interval
between complaining and fault-finding.
What? Matilda asked.
This state of things. Not going to school, nor learning anything;
cooking and scrubbing for Aunt Candy; and you petted and taken
up-stairs to be taught, and asked out to tea, and made much of. Nobody
remembers that I am alive.
Dear Maria, I have been asked out to tea just once.
You'll be asked again.
And I am sure people come to see you. Frances Barth was here
yesterday; and Sarah Haight and Esther Trembleton two days ago; and
Esther asked you to tea too.
I couldn't go.
But people remember you are alive. O Maria, they remember you too.
Mr. Richmond don't forget you; and Miss Benton asked you to come to tea
It is all very well talking, said Maria. I know what I know; and
I am getting tired of it. You are the only one that has any really good
It soon appeared that one of Matilda's good times was not to be
to-day. Mrs. Candy and Clarissa looked on her coldly, spoke to her
dryly, and made her feel that she was not in favour. Matilda could bear
this down-stairs pretty well; but when she found her self in Mrs.
Candy's room for her morning hours of reading and darning, it became
heavy. Reading was not the first thing to-day. Mrs. Candy called
Matilda to stand before her, while she proceeded to give her a species
of correction in words.
You were baptized a few weeks ago, Matilda.
And by so being, you became a member of the Church;of your
What do you think are the duties of a member of the Church?
A comprehensive question, Matilda thought. She hesitated.
I ask you, what do you think are the duties of a member of the
Church? in any branch of it.
I suppose they are the same as anybody else's duties, Matilda
The same as anybody else's duties.
Yes, Aunt Candy.
You think it makes no change in one's duties?
What change does it make, aunt Candy?
Matilda spoke in all innocence; but Mrs. Candy flushed and frowned.
It did not sweeten her mood that she could not readily find an answer
for the child.
You allow, at least, that it is one of your duties to obey the
Yes, Aunt Candy. I try to do it.
Did you try last night?
Matilda was silent.
You made me guilty of rudeness by not delivering the message I had
charged you with; and you confessed it was not through forgetfulness.
Will you tell me now why it was?
It had been through a certain nice sense on Matilda's part that the
message was uncalled for, and even a little officious. She would have
been mortified to be obliged to repeat it to Mrs. Laval. There had
never been the least intercourse between the ladies, and Mrs. Laval had
sought none. If Mrs. Candy sought it, Matilda was unwilling it should
be through her means. But she could not explain this to her aunt.
You did not choose it, that lady said again, with kindling anger.
I did not mean to offend you, Aunt Candy.
No, because you thought I would never hear of it. I have a great
mind, as ever I had to eat, to whip you, Matilda. You are not at all
too old for it, and I believe it would do you a great deal of good. You
haven't had quite enough of that sort of thing.
Whether Matilda had or had not had enough of that sort of thing, it
seemed to her that it was very far from Mrs. Candy's place to propose
or even hint at it. The indignity of the proposal flushed the child
with a sense of injury almost too strong to be borne. Mrs. Candy, in
all her years of life, had never known the sort of keen pain that her
words gave now to a sensitive nature, up to that time held in the most
dainty and tender consideration. Matilda did not speak nor stir; but
she grew pale.
The next time you shall have it, Mrs. Candy went on. I should
have no hesitation at all, Matilda, about whipping you; and my hand is
not a light one. I advise you, as your friend, not to come under it.
Your present punishment shall be, that I shall refuse you permission to
go any more to Mrs. Laval's.
The child was motionless and gave no sign, further than the paleness
of her cheeks; which indeed caught Clarissa's observant eye, and made
her uneasy. But she did not tremble nor weep. Probably the rush of
feeling made such a storm in her little breast that she could not
accurately measure the value of this new announcement, or know fairly
what it meant. Perhaps, too, it was like some other things to her
limited experience, too bad to be believed; and Matilda did not really
receive it as a fact, that her visits to Mrs. Laval had ceased. She
realised enough, however, poor child, to make it extremely difficult to
bear up and maintain her dignity; but she did that. Nothing but the
paleness told. Matilda was quite erect and steady before her aunt; and
when she was at last bidden to go to her seat and begin her reading,
her graceful little head took a set upon her shoulders which was very
incensing to Mrs. Candy.
I advise you to take care! she said, threateningly.
But Matilda could not imagine what new cause of offence she had
given. It was very hard to read aloud. She made two or three efforts to
get voice, and then went stiffly on.
You are not reading well, her aunt broke in. You are not thinking
of what you are reading.
Matilda was silent.
Why do you not speak? I say you do not read well. Why don't you
attend to your book?
I never understand this book, said Matilda.
Of course not, if you do not attend. Go on!
She can't read, mamma, whispered Clarissa.
She shall read, Mrs. Candy returned, in an answering whisper.
And recognising that necessity, Matilda put a force on herself and
read on, at the imminent peril of choking every now and then, as one
thought and another came up to grasp her. She put it by or put it down,
and went on; obliged herself to go on; wouldn't think, till the weary
pages were come to an end at last, and the hoarse voice had leave to be
still, and she took up her darning. Thoughts would have overcome her
self-control then, in all nature; but that, happily for Matilda's
dignity as she wished to maintain it, Mrs. Candy was pleased to
interrupt the darning of stockings to give Matilda a lesson in patching
linenan entirely new thing to the child, requiring her best attention
and care; for Mrs. Candy insisted upon the patch being straight to a
thread, and even as a double web would have been. Matilda had to baste
and take out again, baste and take out again; she had enough to do
without going back upon her own grievances; it was extremely difficult
to make a large patch of linen lie straight on all sides and not pucker
itself or the cloth somewhere. Matilda pulled out her basting threads
the third time, with a sigh.
You will do it, when you come to taking pains enough, said Mrs.
Now Matilda knew that she was taking the utmost pains possible. She
said nothing, but her hands grew more unsteady.
Mamma, may I help her? said Clarissa.
No. She can do it if she tries, said Mrs. Candy.
Matilda queried within herself how it would do to throw up the work,
and declare open rebellion; how would the fight go? She was conscious
that to provoke a fight would be wrong; but passion just now had got
the upper hand of wisdom in the child. She concluded, however, that it
would not do; Mrs. Candy could hold out better than she could; but the
last atom of goodwill was gone out of her obedience.
Matilda, said Mrs. Candy.
You have been an hour and a half trying to fix that patch.
Isn't it long enough for one day? said Matilda, wearily, sitting
back on her heels.
She had got down on the floor the better to manage the work; a large
garment with a large patch to be laid.
Too long, by an hour; but not long enough, inasmuch as it is not
I am too tired to do it.
We will see that.
Matilda sat back on her heels, looking at the hopeless piece of
linen. She was flushed, and tired, and angry; but she only sat there
looking at the linen.
It has got to be done, said Mrs. Candy.
I must get rested first, said Matilda.
You are not to say 'must' to me, said her aunt. My dear, I shall
make you do whatever I order. You shall do exactly what I tell you in
everything. Your times of having your own way are ended. You will do my
way now. And you will put on that patch neatly before you eat.
Maria will want me.
Maria will do very well without.
Matilda looked at her aunt in equal surprise and dismay. Mrs. Candy
had not seemed like this before. Nothing had prepared her for it. But
Mrs. Candy was a cold-natured woman, not the less fiery and proud when
roused. She could be pleasant enough on the surface, and in general
intercourse with people; she could have petted Matilda and made much of
her, and was, indeed, quite inclined that way. If only Mrs. Laval had
not taken her up, and if Matilda had not been so independent. The two
things together touched her on the wrong side. She was nettled that the
wish of Mrs. Laval was to see only Matilda, of the whole family; and
upon the back of that, she was displeased beyond endurance that Matilda
should withstand her authority and differ from her opinion. There was
no fine and delicate nature in her to read that of the child; only a
coarse pride that was bent upon having itself regarded. She thought
herself disregarded. She was determined to put that down with a high
Seeing or feeling dimly somewhat of all this, Matilda sat on the
floor in a kind of despair, looking at her patch.
You had better not sit so, but go about it, said Mrs. Candy.
Yes. I am tired, said Matilda.
You will not go down to dinner, said Mrs. Candy.
Could she stand it? Matilda thought. Could she bear it, and not cry?
She was getting so tired and down-hearted. It was quite plain there
would be no going out this afternoon to buy things for Lilac Lane. That
delightful shopping must be postponed; that hope was put further in the
distance. She sat moodily still. She ceased to care when the patching
Losing time, said Mrs. Candy at length, getting up and putting by
her own basket. The bell will ring in a few minutes, Matilda; and I
shall leave you here to do your work at your leisure.
The child looked at her and looked down again, with what slight air
of her little head it is impossible to describe, though it undoubtedly
and unmistakably signified her disapproval. It was Matilda's habitual
gesture, but resented by Mrs. Candy. She stepped up to her and gave the
side of her head a smart stroke with the palm of her hand.
You are not to answer me by gestures, you know I told you, she
exclaimed. And she and Clarissa quitting the room, the door was locked
on the outside.
Matilda's condition at first was one of simple bewilderment. The
indignity, the injury, the wrong, were so unwonted and so
unintelligible, that the child felt as if she were in a dream. What did
it mean? and was it real? The locked door was a hard fact, that
constantly asserted itself; perhaps so did Matilda's want of dinner;
the linen patches on the floor were another tangible fact. And as
Matilda came to realise that she was alone and could indulge herself,
at last a flood of bitter tears came to wash, they could not wash away,
her hurt feeling and her despair. Every bond was broken, to Matilda's
thinking, between her and her aunt; all friendship was gone that had
been from one to the other; and she was in the power of one who would
use it. That was the hardest to realise; for if Matilda had been in her
mother's power once, it had also been power never exercised. The child
had been always practically her own mistress. Was that ended? Was Mrs.
Candy her mistress now? her freedom gone? and was there no escape? It
made Matilda almost wild to think these thoughts, wild and frightened
together; and with all that, very angry. Not passionately, which was
not her nature, but with a deep sense of displeasure and dislike. The
patch and the linen to be patched lay untouched on the floor, it is
need less to say, when Mrs. Candy came up from dinner.
Mrs. Candy came up alone. She surveyed the state of things in
silence. Matilda had been crying, she saw. She left her time to recover
from that and take up her work. But Matilda sat despairing and
careless, looking at it and not thinking of it.
You do not mean to do that, do you? she said at last.
Yes, ma'amsometime, Matilda answered.
When I get a little rested.
You want something, said Mrs. Candy, looking at her; and I know
what it is. You want bringing down. You never were brought down in your
life, I believe, or you would not dare me so now!
I did not mean to dare you, Aunt Candy, said Matilda, lifting her
You will not do it after to-day, said Mrs. Candy. I am not going
to give you what I threatened. I leave that for another time. I don't
believe we shall ever come to that. But you want bringing down, all the
same; and I know what will do it, too. Cold water will do it.
What do you mean, Aunt Candy?
I mean cold water. I have heard you say you don't like it; but it
would be very good for you, in two ways. I am going to bathe you with
it from your head to your feet. Here is my bath-tub, and I'll have it
ready in a minute. Take off your clothes, Matilda.
It was with nothing less than horror that Matilda now earnestly
besought her aunt to think better of this determination. She did
dislike cold water, and after a child's luxurious fashion had always
been allowed to use warm water. But worse than cold water was the idea
of her aunt, or anybody, presuming to apply it in the capacity of
bather. Matilda refused and pleaded, alternately; pleaded very humbly
at last; but in vain.
I thought I knew something that would bring you down, Mrs. Candy
said composedly and pleased; and in the same manner proceeded to strip
off Matilda's clothes, put her in the bath-tub, and make thorough
application of the hated element as she had said, from head to foot;
scrubbing and dousing and sponging; till if Matilda had been in the sea
she would not better have known how cold water felt all over her. It
was done in five minutes, too; and then, after being well rubbed down,
Matilda was directed to put on her clothes again and finish her
I fancy you will feel refreshed for it now, said her aunt. This
will be a good thing for you. I used to give it to Clarissa always when
she was a little thing; and now I will do the same by you, my love.
Every day, you shall come to me in the morning when you first get up.
No announcement could have been more dismayful; but this time
Matilda said nothing. She bent herself to her patching, the one
uppermost desire being to finish it and get out of the room. The cold
water had refreshed and strengthened her, much as she disliked
and hated it; at the same time the sense of hunger, from the same
cause, grew keener than ever. Matilda tried her very best to lay the
patch straight, and get it basted so. And so keen the endeavour was, so
earnest the attention, that though laying a linen patch by the thread
is a nice piece of business, she succeeded at last. Mrs. Candy was
content with the work, satisfied with its being only basted for that
time, and let her go.
Matilda slowly made her way down to the lower regions, where Maria
was still at work, and asked for something to eat. Maria looked very
black, and demanded explanations of what was going on up-stairs.
Matilda would say nothing, until she had found something to satisfy her
hunger, and had partially devoured a slice of bread and meat. In the
midst of that she broke off, and wrapping her arms round her sister in
a clinging way, exclaimed suddenly
O Maria, keep me, keep me!
Keep you! from what? What do you mean, Tilly? said the astonished
From Aunt Candy. Can't you keep me?
What has she done? Maria asked, growing very wrathful.
Can't you keep me from her, Maria?
And I say, what has she done to you, Tilly? Do hold up and answer
me. How can I tell anything when you act like that? What has she done?
She says she'll give me a cold bath every morning, Matilda said,
seeming to shrink and shiver as she said it.
A cold bath! exclaimed Maria.
Yes. Oh, can't you keep me from it?
What has put the notion in her head?
She used to do it to Clarissa, she says; but I think she wants to
do it to me because I don't like it. Oh, I don't like it, Maria!
She's too mean for anything, said Maria. I never saw anything
like her. But maybe it won't be so bad as you think, Tilly. She and
Clarissa both take a cold bath every morning, you know; and they like
I don't like it! said Matilda, with the extremest accent of
Maybe it won't seem so bad when you've tried.
I have tried, said Matilda, bursting into tears; she gave me one
to-day, and I don't like it; and I can't bear to have her bathe
Matilda's tears came now in a shower, with sobs of the most
heartfelt trouble. Maria looked black as a thunder-cloud.
O Maria, can't you keep me from her?
Not without killing her, said Maria. I feel as if I would almost
like to do that sometimes.
O Maria, you mustn't speak so! said Matilda, shocked even in the
midst of her grief.
Well, and I don't mean it, said Maria; but what can I do, Tilly?
If she takes a notion in her head, she will follow it, you know; and it
would take more than ever I saw to turn her. And you see, she thinks
cold water is the best thing in the world.
Yes, but I can't bear to have her bathe me! Matilda
repeated. And I don't like cold water. She rubs, and she scrubs, and
she throws the water over me, and the soap-suds, and she don't care at
all whether I like it or not. I wish I could get away! I wish I could
get away, Maria! Oh, I wish I could get away!
So do I wish I could, said Maria, gloomily eyeing her little
sister's sobs. We've got to stand it, Tilly, for the present. I
haven't anywhere to go to, and you haven't. Come, don't cry. Eat your
bread and meat. I dare say you will get used to cold water.
I shall not get used to her, said Matilda.
However, a part of Maria's prediction did come true. Cold water is
less terrible, the more acquaintance one has with it; and probably Mrs.
Candy's assertion was also true, that it was capital for Matilda. And
Matilda would not have much minded it at last, if only the
administration could have been left to herself. But Mrs. Candy kept
that in her own hands, knowing, probably, that it was one effectual
means of keeping Matilda herself in her hands. Every morning, when Mrs.
Candy's bell rang, Matilda was obliged to run down-stairs and submit
herself to her aunt's manipulations, which were pretty much as she had
described them; and under those energetic unscrupulous hands, which
dealt with her as they listed, and regarded her wishes in no sort nor
respect, Matilda was quite helpless; and she was subdued. Mrs. Candy
had attained that end; she no longer thought of resisting her aunt in
any way. It was the first time in Matilda's life that she had been
obliged to obey another. Between her mother and herself the question
had hardly arisen, except upon isolated occasions. She dared not let
the question ever arise now with Mrs. Candy. She read, and darned, and
patched, and grew skilful in those latter arts; she never objected now.
She came to her bath, and never uttered now the vain pleadings which at
first even her dignity gave way to make. Mrs. Candy had quite put down
the question of dignity. Matilda did not venture to disobey her any
more in anything. She went no more to walk without asking leave; she
visited no more at Mrs. Laval's; Mrs. Candy even took Matilda in her
triumph to her own church in the morning. Matilda suffered, but
submitted without a word.
How much the child suffered, nobody knew or guessed. She kept it to
herself. Mrs. Candy did not even suspect that there was much suffering
in the case, beyond a little enforced submission, and a little
disappointment now and then about going to see somebody. Mrs. Laval's
house was forbidden, that was all; and for a few days Matilda did not
get time, or leave, to go out to walk.
She was kept very busy. And she was pleasant about her work with
Maria, and gentle and well-behaved when at her work with her aunt. Not
gay, certainly, as she had begun to be sometimes lately, before this
time; but Maria was so far from gaiety herself that she did not miss it
in her sister; and Mrs. Candy saw no change but the change she had
wished for. Nevertheless they did not see all. There were hours, when
Matilda could shut herself up in her room and be alone, and Maria was
asleep in her bed at night; when the little head bent over her Bible,
and tears fell like rain, and struggles that nobody dreamed of went on
in the child's heart. The thing she lived on, was the hope of getting
out and doing that beloved shopping; meeting Norton, somehow,
somewhere, as one does impossible things in a dream, and arranging with
him to go to Lilac Lane together. The little pocket-book lay all safe
and ready waiting for the time; and when Matilda could let herself
think pleasant thoughts, she went into rapturous fancies of the
wonderful changes to be wrought in Mrs. Eldridge's house.
She saw nothing meanwhile of Lemuel Dow. The Sunday following her
afternoon at Mrs. Laval's had been a little rainy in the latter part of
it. Perhaps the little Dow boy, who minded rain no more than a duck on
other days, might be afraid of a wetting on Sunday. Other people often
are. But Matilda meant to look for him next time, and have her sugared
almonds in readiness.
One of the days of that week, it happened that Mrs. Candy took
Matilda out with her for a walk. It was not at all agreeable to
Matilda; but she was learning to submit to what was not agreeable, and
she made no objection. On the way they stopped at Mr. Sample's store;
Mrs. Candy wanted to get some smoked salmon. Mr. Sample served her
How did you like the tea I sent you? he asked, while he was
weighing the fish.
Tea? said Mrs. Candy. You sent me no tea.
Why, yes I did, last week; it was Monday or Tuesday, I think. You
wanted to try another kind, I understood.
I wanted nothing of the sort. I have plenty of tea on hand, and am
perfectly suited with it. You have made some mistake.
I am glad you are suited, Mr. Sample rejoined; but I have made no
mistake. This little girl came for it, and I weighed it out myself and
gave it to her. And a loaf of bread at the same time.
It was not for you, Aunt Candy; it was for myself, said Matilda.
I paid for it, Mr. Sample; it was not charged.
You did not pay me, Miss Matilda.
No, Mr. Sample; I paid Patrick.
What did you buy tea and bread for? her aunt inquired.
I wanted it, Matilda answered.
I wanted it to give away, Matilda said, in a low voice, being
obliged to speak.
Mrs. Candy waited till they were out of the shop, and then desired
to know particulars. For whom Matilda wanted it; where she took it;
when she went; who went with her.
Is it a clean place? was her inquiry at last. Matilda was obliged
to confess it was not.
Don't go there again without my knowledge, Matilda. Do you hear?
I hear. But Aunt Candy, said Matilda, in great dismay, it doesn't
No; I mean it shall not. Have you always gone wandering just where
Yes, always. Shadywalk is a perfectly safe place.
For common children, perhaps. Not for you. Do not go near Lilac
Lane again. It is a mercy you have escaped safe as it is.
Escaped from what, Matilda wondered. Even a little soil to her
clothes might be washed off, and she did not think she had got so much
harm as that. If she could only meet Norton now, before reaching home;
there would never be another chance. Matilda longed to see him, with an
intensity which seemed almost as if it must bring him before her; but
it did not. In vain she watched every corner and every group of boys or
cluster of people they passed; Norton's trim figure was not to be seen;
and the house door shut upon Matilda in her despair. She went up to her
room, and kneeling down, laid her head on the table.
It's almost tea-time, said Maria. What is the matter now?
But Matilda was not crying; she was in despair.
Come! said Maria. Come, what ails you? Tired?It is time to get
tea, Matilda, and I want your help. What is the matter now?
Matilda lifted a perfectly forlorn face to her sister.
I can't go anywhere! she said. I am in prison. I can't go to
Lilac Lane any more. I cannot do anything any more. And they want me
Down went Matilda's head. Maria stood, perhaps a little conscience
Who wants you so much?
The poor people there. Mrs. Eldridge and Mrs. Rogers. They want me
What for, Tilly? said Maria, a little more gently than her wont.
Oh, for a great many things, said Matilda, brushing away a tear or
two; and now I can go no moreI cannot do anythingOh dear!
The little girl broke down.
She's the most hateful, spiteful, masterful woman, that ever was!
Maria exclaimed; too mean to live, and too cunning to breathe. She's
an old witch!
Oh don't, Maria!
I will, said Maria. I will talk. It is the only comfort I have.
What is she up to now?
Just that, said Matilda. She found I had been to Lilac Lane, and
she said I must not go again without her knowing; and she will never
let me go. I needn't ask her. She doesn't like me to go there. And I
wanted to do so much! If she could only have waitedonly have
What made you let her know you had been there?
She found out. I couldn't help it. Now she will not let me go ever
again. Never, never!
What did you want to do in Lilac Lane, Tilly?
Oh, things. I wanted to do a great deal. Things.They'll never be
done! cried Matilda, in bitter distress. I cannot do them now. I
cannot do anything.
She is as mean as she can live! said Maria again. But Tilly, I
don't believe Lilac Lane is a good place for you, neither. What did you
want to do there? what could you do?
Things, said Matilda, indefinitely.
You are not old enough to go poking about Lilac Lane by yourself.
I can't go any way, said Matilda.
She cried a long while to wash down this disappointment, and the
effects of it did not go off in the tears. The child became very silent
and sober. Her duties she did, as she had done them, about the house
and in Mrs. Candy's room; but the bright face and the glad ways were
gone. In the secret of her private hours Matilda had struggles to go
through that left her with the marks of care upon her all the rest of
The next Sunday she was made to go to church with her aunt. She went
to her own Sunday-school in the afternoon; but she was not allowed to
get off early enough for the reading and talk with Mary and Ailie. Lem
Dow, however, was on hand; that was one single drop of comfort. He
looked for his sugared almonds and they were on hand too; and besides
that, Matilda was able to see that he was quite pleased with the place
and the singing and the doings in his class, and making friends with
Will you come next Sunday? Matilda asked him, as they were going
out. He nodded.
Won't Jemima come too, if you ask her?
I won't ask her.
No? why not?
I don't want her to come.
You don't want her to come? Why it is a pleasant place, isn't it?
It's a heap more jolly if she ain't here, said Lem, knowingly.
It was a difficult argument to answer, with one whose general
benevolence was not very full grown yet. Matilda went home thinking how
many people wanted something done for them, and how she could touch
nobody. She was not allowed to go to church in the evening.
The days seemed to move slowly. They were such troublesome days to
Matilda. From the morning bath, which was simply her detestation, all
through the long hours of reading, and patching, and darning in Mrs.
Candy's room, the time dragged; and no sooner was dinner over, than she
began to dread the next morning again. It was not so much for the cold
water as for the relentless hand that applied it. Matilda greatly
resented having it applied to her at all by any hand but her own; it
was an aggravation that her aunt minded that, and her, no more than if
she had been a baby. It was a daily trial, and daily trouble; for
Matilda was obliged to conquer herself, and be silent, and submit where
her whole soul rose and rebelled. She must not speak her anger, and
pleadings were entirely disregarded. So she ran down in the morning
when her aunt's bell rang, and was passive under all that Mrs. Candy
pleased to inflict; and commanded herself when she wanted to cry for
vexation, and was still when words of entreaty or defiance rose to her
lips. The sharp lesson of self-control Matilda was learning now. She
had to practise it again when she took her hours of needlework. Mrs.
Candy was teaching her now to knit, and now to mend lace, and then to
make buttonholes; and she required perfection; and Matilda was forced
to be very patient, and careful to the extreme of carefulness, and
docile when her work was pulled out, and persevering when she was quite
tired and longed to go down and help Maria in the kitchen. She was
learning useful arts, no doubt, but Matilda did not care for them; all
the while the most valuable thing she was learning was the lesson of
power over herself. Well if that were all. But there were some things
also down in the bottom of Matilda's heart which it was not good to
learn; and she knew it; but she did not know very well how to help it.
Several weeks had gone by in this manner, and now June was about
over. Matilda had not gone to Lilac Lane again, nor seen Norton, nor
made any of her purchases for Mrs. Eldridge. She had almost given all
that up. She wondered that she saw nothing of Norton; but if he had
ever come to the house she had not heard of it. Matilda was not allowed
to go out in the evening now any more. No more Band meetings, or prayer
meetings, or church service in the evening for her. And in the morning
of Sunday Mrs. Candy was very apt to carry her off to her own church,
which Matilda disliked beyond all expression. But she went as quietly
as if she had liked it.
Things were in this state, when one evening Maria came up to bed and
burst out as soon as she had got into the room,
Think of it! They are going to New York to-morrow.
Matilda was bewildered, and asked who was going to New York.
They. Aunt Erminia and Clarissa. To be gone all day! Hurrah!
We'll have just what we like for dinner, and I'll let the kitchen fire
Are they going down to New York to-morrow? said Matilda, standing
and looking at her sister.
By the early train. Don't you hear me tell you?
I thought it was too good news to be true, said Matilda, drawing a
It is, almost; but they are going. They are going to do shopping.
That's what it's for. And I say, Matilda, won't we have a great dinner
They will want dinner after they get home.
No, they won't. They will take dinner somehow down there. Why they
will not be home, Tilly, till nine o'clock. They can't. The train don't
get up till a quarter-past eight, that train they are going to take;
and they will have to be an hour pretty near riding up from the
station. Hurrah! hurrah!
Hush! don't make so much noise. They will hear you.
No, they won't. They have come up to bed. We are to have breakfast
at six o'clock. We shall have all the longer day.
Then I hope Aunt Candy will not have time to give me my bath.
No, she won't; she told me to tell you. You are to be ever so
early, and help me to get the breakfast. I shall not know what to do
with the day, though, I shall want to do so much. That is the worst of
Matilda thought she would be under no such difficulty, if
only her way were not so hedged in. The things she would have liked to
do were forbidden things. She might not go to Lilac Lane; she might not
go to Mrs. Laval's. She half expected that her aunt would say she must
not go out of the house at all. That misfortune, however, did not
happen. The early breakfast and bustle and arrangements for getting off
occupied Mrs. Candy so completely that she gave no commands whatever.
The omnibus fairly drove away with her, and left Maria and Matilda
unrestricted by any new restrictions.
It seems, said Matilda, gravely, as they stood by the gate, it
seems as if I could see the sky again. I haven't seen it this great
Seen the sky! said Maria; what has ailed you? You have gone out
It didn't seem as if I could see the sky, said Matilda, gazing up
into the living blue depth above her. I can see it now.
You are funny, said Maria. It don't seem to me as if I had seen
anything, for weeks. Dear me! to-day will be only too short.
It is half-past six now, said Matilda. Between now and nine
o'clock to-night there arelet me see; half-past twelve will be six
hours, and half-past six will be twelve hours; six, seven, eight,
nine,nine will be two hours and a half more; that will be fourteen
and a half hours.
Fourteen, said Maria, That half we shall be expecting them.
Well, we've got to go in and put the house in order, first thing,
said Matilda. Let's make haste.
Then I'll let the kitchen fire go out, said Maria; and we'll dine
on bread and butter, and cold potatoes. I like cold potatoes; don't
No, said Matilda; but I don't care what we have. I'll have bread
and butter and cold coffee, Maria; let us save the coffee. That will
With these arrangements made, the day began. The two girls flew
round in a kind of glee to put the rooms up and get all the work done
out of the way. Work was a kind of play that morning. Then they agreed
to take their dinner early and dress themselves. Maria was going out
after that to see some friends and have some fun, she said. Matilda on
her part had a sort of faint hope that to-day, when it would be so
opportune, it might happen that Norton Laval would come to see what had
become of her. She was almost afraid to go out and lose the chance;
though, to be sure, it was only the ghost of a chance. Yet for that
ghost of a chance she did linger and wait in the house for an hour or
two after Maria had gone out. Then it began to press upon her that her
aunt had ordered her to get some strawberries from Mr. Sample's for
tea; she was uneasy till it was done, and at last took her hat and her
basket and resolved to run round into Butternut Street and get that off
She was standing in Mr. Sample's shop, patiently waiting until her
turn should come to be served, when a hand was laid upon her shoulder.
How do you do, Tilly? You are grown a stranger.
O Mr. Richmond! was Matilda's startled response. And it was more
startled than glad.
What is the matter? you look as if I had frightened you,almost,
said the minister, smiling. Matilda did not say what was the matter.
Have you been quite well?
You were not in your place on Sunday.
And Matilda's tone of voice gave an unconscious commentary upon her
very few words.
And you have not been to take tea with me in a great while.
No, Mr. Richmond.
Suppose you come to-day.
Oh, I cannot, sir.
Why not? I think you can.
I don't know whether my aunt would let me.
We will go and ask her.
Oh no, sir; she is not at home, Mr. Richmond. She has gone to New
For how long?
Only till nine o'clock to-night.
Then there can be no possible harm in your coming to take tea at
I don't know whether she would let me, said Matilda, with an
evident intimation that the doubt was barrier enough.
You think she would not like it?
I thinkperhapsshe would not. Thank you, Mr. Richmond!
But, Tilly, I want to talk to you. Have you nothing to say to me?
Yes, sir. A great deal, said the child, with the look of slow
meditation. The minister considered her for a moment.
I shall take the decision of the question upon myself, Tilly, and I
will make it all right with your aunt. Come to the parsonage, or
rather, go to the parsonage; and I will join you there presently. I
have half an hour's business first to attend to. You must carry those
strawberries home? Very well; then go straight to the parsonage and
wait there for me.
And with an encouraging nod and smile, Mr. Richmond walked off.
Matilda took her basket home; carried the key of the house door to
Maria at Mrs. Trembleton's; and set her face up Butternut Street.
She was very glad; it seemed like getting out of prison; though she
was not altogether satisfied in her mind that Mr. Richmond might be
able to make it all right with Mrs. Candy. She was obliged to risk
that, for Mr. Richmond's invitation had had the force of an injunction.
So she took the good of the moment, and turned in at the gate of the
parsonage lane with something like a feeling of exultation and triumph.
The shadow of the elms was sweet on the road; the smooth quiet of the
grounds, railed off from worldly business and care, seemed proper only
to the houses of peace which stood upon them. The old creamy-brown
church on one side; on the other the pretty new Sunday-school house; in
front, at the end of the avenue of elms, the brown door of the
parsonage. Matilda felt as if her own life had got away from out of
peaceful enclosures; and she walked up the avenue slowly; too slowly
for such a young life-traveller. She had no need to knock this time,
but just opened the door and went straight to Mr. Richmond's study.
That was peace itself. It was almost too pleasant, to Matilda's
fancy. A cool matting was on the floor; the light softened by green
hanging blinds; the soft gloom of books, as usual, all about; Mr.
Richmond's table, and work materials, and empty chair telling of his
habitual occupation; and on his table a jar of beautiful flowers, which
some parishioner's careful hand had brought for his pleasure. The room
was sweet with geranium and lily odours; and so still and
pure-breathed, that the flowers in their depth of colour and wealth of
fragrance seemed to speak through the stillness. Matilda did not ask
what they said, though maybe she heard. She came a little way into the
room, stood still and looked about her a while; and then the child
flung herself down on her knees beside a chair and burst into a passion
It lasted so long and was so violent that she never heard Mr.
Richmond come in. And he on his part was astonished. At the first sound
of his voice Matilda stopped crying and let him raise her from the
floor; but he did not put her into a chair. Instead of that he sat down
himself and drew her to his side. Of course he asked what the matter
was. Also, of course, Matilda could not tell him. Mr. Richmond found
that out, and then took another road to his object. He let Matilda get
quite quiet; gave her a bunch of grapes to eat, while he seemed to busy
himself among his books and papers; at last put that down, and took
Matilda's plate from her.
You do not come to church in the evening lately, I observe, Tilly,
No, sir. Aunt Candy does not like me to go.
And you have not been to the prayer meeting either, or to the
meetings of our Commission. The 'Band' is called our 'Christian
No, sir. And Matilda's eyes watered.
For the same reason?
Not because you have lost pleasure in such meetings?
Oh no, Mr. Richmond! Did you think I had? she asked, timidly.
I could not know, you know, said Mr. Richmond, and I
wanted to ask you. I am very glad to hear it is no bad reason that
keeps you away.
I didn't say that, Mr. Richmond, Matilda answered, slowly.
Could it be a good reason?
Why, it might, said Mr. Richmond, cheerfully. You might be not
well enough; or you might have more important duties to do at home; or
you might be unwilling to come alone; and all those might be good
reasons for staying away.
It was no such reason, said Matilda.
There was silence.
You wanted to talk to me, you said, Mr. Richmond observed.
Yes, Mr. Richmond, I do; if I only knew how.
Is it so difficult? It never used to be very difficult, Matilda.
No, sir; but things aredifferent.
You are not different, are you?
I don't know, said Matilda, slowly; I am afraid so. I feel very
In what way?
Mr. Richmond, she went on, still slowly, and as if she were
meditating her words,I don't see how I can do just right.
In what respect? said the minister, very quietly. Again Matilda
Mr. Richmond, is it always wrong to hate people?
What things should make it right for us to hate people?
I don't know, said Matilda in the same considering way, when
there isn't the least thing you can love them for, or like them?
What if the Lord had gone by that rule in dealing with us?
Oh, but He is so good.
And has commanded us to be just as good, has He not?
But can we, Mr. Richmond?
What do you think, Tilly, the Lord meant when He gave us the
He meant we should try.
Do you think He meant that we should only try? do you think
He did not mean that we should be as He said?
And love hateful people?
What do you think, Tilly?
O Mr. Richmond, I think I'm not good.
What is the matter, my dear child? Mr. Richmond said tenderly, as
Matilda burst into quiet tears again. What troubles you?
That, Mr. Richmond. I'm afraid I am not good, for I am not
like that; and I don't see how I can be.
What is the hindrance? or the difficulty?
Because, Mr. Richmond, I am afraid I hate my Aunt Candy.
Mr. Richmond was quite silent, and Matilda sobbed awhile.
Do I understand you aright? he said, at last. Do you say that you
hate your aunt?
I am afraid I do.
Why should you hate her? Is she not very kind to you?
I do not call her kind, said Matilda.
In what respect is she not kind?
The child sobbed again, with the unspoken difficulty; stifled sobs.
She is not cruel to you? said Mr. Richmond.
I think she is cruel, said Matilda; for she does not in the least
care about doing things that I do not like; she does not care at all
whether I like them or not. I think she likes it.
Just to do things that I can't bear, Mr. Richmond; and she knows I
can't bear them.
What is her reason for doing these things?
I think the greatest reason is because she knows I can't bear them.
I think I am growing wicked.
Is it because you displease her in any way, that she does it for a
I do not displease her in any way, said poor Matilda.
And yet she likes to grieve you?
She said I wanted putting down. And now, I suppose I am put down. I
am just in prison. I can't do anything. I can't go to Mrs. Laval's
house any more. I must not go to Lilac Lane any more. She won't let me.
And O Mr. Richmond, we were going to do such nice things!
Who were going to do such nice things?
Norton Laval and I.
What things were they?
We were going to do such nice things! Mrs. Laval gave me
money for them, and Norton, he has money always; and we were going to
have Mrs. Eldridge's house cleaned, and get a bedstead, and towels, and
a table, and ever so many things for her, to make her comfortable; and
I thought it would be so pleasant to get the things and take them to
her. And aunt Candy says I am not to go again.
Did you tell your aunt what you were going to do?
Oh no, sir; she thinks I have no business with such things; and she
does not like anybody to go into very poor houses.
Then you did not ask her leave?
It never is any use to ask her anything. She won't let me go out to
church now, except in the morning, and then sometimes she makes me go
Mr. Richmond was silent for some time. Matilda grew quiet, and they
both were still.
And the worst of it all is, resumed Matilda, at last, that it
makes me hate her.
I do not like to hear you say that.
No, Mr. Richmond, said Matilda, very sorrowfully.
Do you think it is right?
Do you think you cannot help doing what is wrong.
I don't think I can like Aunt Candy.
We will pass that. But between not liking and hating, there is a
wide distance. Are you obliged to hate her?
Matilda did not answer.
Do you think anybody can be a child of God and have hatred
in his heart?
How can I help it, Mr. Richmond? said Matilda, piteously.
How can you help anything? The best way is to be so full of love to
Jesus that you love everybody for his sake.
But people that are not good, said Matilda.
It is easy to love people that are good. The wonder of the love of
the Lord Jesus is, that it comes to people who are not good. And His
children are like Him. 'Be ye followers of God,' He tells them, 'as
dear children; and walk in love.'
I am not like that, Mr. Richmond, Matilda said, sadly.
Didn't you love little Lem Dow? I am sure he is not very good.
But he never troubled me, much, said Matilda. He does not make me
miserable all the day long.
Mr. Richmond paused again.
Our Master knew what it was to be ill-treated by bad people,
Yes, Mr. Richmond.
How did he feel towards them?
Oh, but I am not like that, said Matilda again.
You must be, if you are His child.
Must I? said Matilda, the tears dropping from her eyes quietly.
How can I? If you only knew, Mr. Richmond!
No matter; the Lord knows. Tell Him all about it, and pray to be
made so like Him and to love Him so well that you may love even this
I don't think she is my friend, said Matilda; but it don't make
No, it does not make any difference.
Mr. Richmond, said Matilda, timidly, after a moment, won't you
pray with me?
Which the minister instantly did. Matilda wept quietly all the time
of his prayer, and after they rose from their knees, leaning her head
on Mr. Richmond's shoulder, where she had poured out her troubles once
before. Her friend let her alone, keeping his arm round her kindly,
till the child raised her head and wiped her eyes.
Do you feel better? he whispered then. Matilda answered yes, in
an answering whisper.
But Mr. Richmond, she said, presently, I am very sorry for Lilac
I am very sorry, he said.
There is the money in my purse, all ready, and our list of things.
It would have been so pleasant.
Very pleasant, Mr. Richmond answered.
And now I can't do Band work any more, Matilda went on. I have no
opportunities for anything any more. I cannot do anything at all.
There might be something to say about that, Mr. Richmond replied;
but I think you have had enough talk just now. Is your sorrow on
account of Lilac Lane because you have lost the pleasure? or because
Mrs. Eldridge has lost it?
Why, both, said Matilda.
I suppose so. Would it be any comfort to you to know that the work
was done, even though you did not see it?
What, you mean the house cleaned and the things got, and Mrs.
Eldridge fixed up as we meant to do it?
I mean that.
Oh yes, said Matilda. If I could know it was done, I would not be
half so sorry about it. But Norton can't manage alone; and Maria has no
No, but somebody else might. Now go off and talk to Miss Redwood;
and make some more gingerbread or something; and after tea we will see
about your lost opportunities if you like.
Would Miss Redwood do all that for me? said Matilda.
You can consult her and find out.
Miss Redwood was mopping up the yellow painted floor of her kitchen,
as Matilda softly pushed open the door and looked in.
Who's that? said the housekeeper. Floor's all wet; and I don't
want no company till there's a place for 'em to be. Stop! is that Tilly
Englefield? Why, I declare it is! Come right in, child. You're the
greatest stranger in town.
But I am afraid to come in, Miss Redwood.
Then you're easy scared. Come in, child. Step up on that cheer, and
sit down on my table. There! now I can look at you, and you can look at
me, if you want to. I'll be through directly, and it won't take this
paint no time to dry. How's all the folks at your house?
Gone to New York for the day; Aunt Candy and Cousin Clarissa are.
Wouldn't ha' hurted 'em to have took you along. Why didn't they?
Oh they were going shopping, said Matilda.
Well, had you any objections to go shopping? said the housekeeper,
sitting back on her feet and wringing her cloth, as she looked at
Matilda perched up on the table.
I hadn't any shopping to do, you know, said Matilda.
I hain't no shopping to do, nother, said Miss Redwood, resuming
her work vigorously; but I always like to see other folks' goins on.
It's a play to me, jest to go in 'long o' somebody else and see 'em
pull down all the things, and turn over all the colours in the rainbow,
and suit themselves with purchases I wouldn't look at, and leave my
gowns and shawls high and dry on the shelf. And when I go out, I have
bought as many dresses as they have, and I have kept my money for all.
But sometimes people buy what you would like too, Miss Redwood,
Well, child, not often; 'cause, you see, folks's minds is sot on
different things; and somehow, folks's gowns have a way o' comin' out
o' their hearts. I kin tell, pretty well, what sort o' disposition
there is inside of a dress, or under a bonnet, without askin' nobody to
give me a character. What's be come o' you all these days? Ha' you made
any more gingerbread?
I guess you've forgotten all about it, then. What's the reason,
I have been too busy, Miss Redwood.
Goin' to school again?
No, I've been busy at home.
But makin' gingerbread is play, child; that ain't work.
Matilda was silent; and the housekeeper presently came to a pause
again; sat back on her feet, wrung her mopping cloth, and considered
Don't you want to make some this afternoon?
If you please; yes, I should like it, said the little girl.
Humph! said the housekeeper. What have you been tiring yourself
I am not tired, said Matilda. Thank you, Miss Redwood.
If I was to get a good bowl o' sour cream now, and shew you how to
toss up a short-cakehow would you like that?
Oh, I would like it very muchif I could.
Sit still then, said the housekeeper, till my floor's dry. Why
hain't you been to see me before, eh? Everybody else in creation has
been in at the parsonage door but you. You ain't beginnin' to take up
with that French minister, air you?
Oh no, indeed, Miss Redwood! But he isn't a French minister.
I don't care what he is, said the housekeeper; he takes airs; and
a minister as takes airs had better be French, I think. What do you go
to hear him for, then?
Aunt Candy takes me.
Then you don't go because you want to? that's what I am drivin'
Oh no, indeed I don't, Miss Redwood. I would never go, if I could
What harm would happen to you if you didn't? asked the
housekeeper, dryly. But Matilda was distressed and could not tell.
There is ministers as takes airs, continued the housekeeper
sitting up and giving her mop a final wring, but they can't kind o'
help it; it's born with 'em, you may say; it's their natur. It's a
pity, but so it is. That's one thing. I'm sorry for 'em, for I think
they must have a great load to carry. But when a man goes to bowin' and
curchying, outside o' society, and having a tailor of his own to make
his coat unlike all other folks, I think I don't want to have him learn
me manners. Folks always takes after their ministermore or less.
Do you think so? said Matilda, dubiously.
Why yes, child. I said more or less; with some of 'em
it's a good deal less. Don't you do what Mr. Richmond tells you?
I try, said Matilda.
So I try, said Miss Redwood, getting upon her feet. La! we all
doa little. It's natur. Don't your aunt, now, take after her
I suppose so, said Matilda, with a sigh.
Don't you go gettin' into that Frenchman's ways. Mr. Richmond's
thumb is worth all there is o' him.
Miss Redwood, said Matilda, I want to ask you something.
Well, why don't you?
I want to know if you won't do something for me.
Talk away, said the housekeeper. I hear. She went meanwhile
getting out the flour and things wanted for the short-cake.
There's a poor old woman that lives in Lilac Lane; Mrs. Eldridge,
her name is.
Sally Eldridge, said Miss Redwood. La! I know her. She's poor, as
You know where she lives?
Course I do, child. I know where everybody lives.
You know she is very poor, and her house wants cleaning, and she
hasn't a great many things to be comfortable.
How come you to know it? asked the housekeeper.
I have been there. I have seen her. I know her very well.
Who took you there?
Nobody took me there. I heard about her, and I went to see her.
You didn't learn that of the French minister.
But he is not French, Miss Redwood.
I wisht he was, said the housekeeper. I say nothin' agin other
country people, only to be sorry for 'em; but I get put out o' my
patience when I see one of the right stock makin' a fool of himself.
Well, honey, what about Mis' Eldridge?
I've got some money, Miss Redwood,somebody gave me some money, to
get things for her and do what I like; and Norton Laval and I were
going to have her made nice and comfortable. But now Aunt Candy will
not let me go there any more, and I can't do what I wanted to do; and I
thoughtMr. Richmond thoughtmaybe you would see to it for me.
What's to be done? said the housekeeper.
Why, first of all, Miss Redwood, her house wants cleaning. It is
not fit to put anything nice into it.
All Lilac Lane wouldn't be the worse of a cleanin', said the
housekeeper; men and women and all; but I don't know who's to do the
I thought maybe Sabrina Rogers would do it,if she was paid, you
know. She lives just over the way, and she is pretty clean.
Kin try, said the housekeeper. No harm in tryin'. I guess a
dollar would fetch her round. Supposin' it was cleaned; what's to do
Get things, Miss Redwood, said Matilda, looking up at her eagerly.
You know she wants so much. I want to get a bedstead for her, and a
decent bed; her bed isn't a bed, and it lies on the floor. And she has
no way to wash herself; I want to send her a little washstand, and
basin, and pitcher, and towels; and a table for the other room; and a
saucepan to cook things in; and some bread, and meat, and sugar, and
other things; for she hasn't comfortable things to eat. And one or two
calico dresses, you know; she wants them so much.
The child's face grew excitedly eager. There came a glitter in the
housekeeper's faded blue eye as it looked down upon her.
But, honey, all these things'll cost a sight o' money.
I've got money.
It'll take all you've got.
But I want to do what I can, Miss Redwood.
I kind o' don't think it's right, said the housekeeper. Why
should you go a-spendin' all your little savin's upon Sally Eldridge?
And it's only one old woman helped, when all's done; there's lots more.
It's somebody else that ought to do it; 'tain't your work, child.
But I want to do it, Miss Redwood. And I've got the money.
I wonder how much better she'll be at the end of six months, said
the housekeeper. Well, you want me to take this job in hand, do you?
If you can; if you would be so very good.
You make me feel as mean as water, said the housekeeper. It'll
take me a little while to get up any notion o' my goodness again. I
suppose it'll come, with the old pride o' me. I know what the Bible
says, but I kind o' didn't think it meant it; and I've been a makin'
myself comfortable all my days, or workin' for it, and consolin' my
conscience with thinkin' it was no use to help one; but now yours
and mine would make two; and somebody else's would ha' been three. La!
child, you make me ashamed o' myself.
But Miss Redwood, said Matilda, in much surprise, you are always
doing something for somebody; I don't know what you mean.
Not this way, child, said the housekeeper. I kind o' thought my
money was my own, after I had worked for it.
Well, so it is.
And so is your'n your'n; but it looks like as if what was your'n
was the Lord's. And to be sure, that's what the minister is always a
sayin'; but I kind o' thought it was because he was the minister, and
that Sarah Redwood hadn't no call to be just exactly as good as him.
And to Matilda's bewilderment, she saw the corner of Miss Redwood's
apron lifted to wipe off a tear.
Come, child, make your short-cake! she began with fresh vigour.
There's water to wash your hands. Now we must be spry, or the minister
'll be wanting his tea, and I should feel cheap if it warn't ready.
I've got my lesson, for to-day; and now you shall have your'n. I never
did want many blows of the hammer to drive a nail into me. Here's an
apron for you. Now sift your flour, just as you did for the
gingerbread; and we'll have it baking in no time. Short-cake must be
made in five minutes, or it'll be heavy; and it must bake almost as
quick. Turn it up, dear, with the ends o' your fingers, while I pour
the cream injust toss it rounddon't seem to take hold o'
nothingkind o' play with it; and yet you must manage to throw the
mixin's together somehow. Yes, that'll do very well, that'll do very
well; you've got a real good hand, light and firm. Now bring it
together, dear, in one lump, and we'll cut it in two pieces and put it
in the pans.
This was done satisfactorily, and the pans were slipped into the hot
oven. Matilda washed her hands, and the housekeeper made neat and swift
preparations for tea. Everything was so nice about her, her kitchen and
pantries were in such a state of order and propriety, and so well
supplied too; it was a pleasure to see her go from one to the other and
bring out what she wanted. Matilda was allowed to take cups, and
plates, and sugar, and butter from her hand, and found it a most
enlivening kind of amusement; especially the placing her own plate and
knife, and seeing it there on Mr. Richmond's tea-table. Then came the
excitement of taking out the short-cake, which had puffed itself up and
browned in the most pleasant manner; and then the minister was called
out to tea. It was an odd little room, between the study and the
kitchen, where they took tea; not big enough for anything but the table
and a convenient passage round it. Two little windows looked out over a
pleasant field, part of which was cultivated as the parsonage garden,
and beyond that, to white palings and neat houses, clustering loosely
in pretty village fashion. Among them, facing on the street which
bordered the parsonage and church grounds at the back, Matilda could
see the brown front of the Academy, where Norton Laval went to school;
and trees mingled their green tops with the house roofs everywhere. The
sun was going down in the bright western sky, which was still beyond
all this, and nothing disagreeable was within sight at all.
What are you thinking about, Tilly, that you look so hard out of my
windows? the minister asked.
Nothing, Mr. Richmond. At leastI was thinking, whether you knew
Norton. Norton Laval.
He comes to the Sunday-school, I think. No, I do not know him very
well. Do you?
Is he a nice fellow?
He is very nice, Mr. Richmond.
Does he love the Bible as well as you do?
I don't think he knows much about it, Mr. Richmond, Matilda
answered, looking wistful.
If he is a friend of your's, cannot you help him?
I do try, said Matilda. But, Mr. Richmond, you know a boy thinks
he knows about things better than I do, or than any girl does.
Mr. Richmond smiled.
Besides, I can't see him now, Matilda added. I have no chance.
And a cloud came over her face.
Miss Redwood, said the minister, do you think you can manage a
certain business in Lilac Lane which Matilda had a mind to entrust to
you? I suppose you have been consulting about it.
Does Mr. Richmond think it'll do much good? was the housekeeper's
Do I think what will do good?
Gettin' a new bedstead and fixin's for Sally Eldridge.
I don't know what 'fixin's' are, in this connection, said the
minister. I have heard of 'light bread and chicken fixings,' at the
The bread and the chickens are comin' too, for all I know, said
the housekeeper. I mean sheets, and coverlets, and pillows, and decent
things. She hain't none now.
I should think she would sleep better, said the minister, gravely.
Had this child ought to spend her little treasures for to put that
old house in order? It's just sheddin' peas into a basket that has got
no bottom to it.
So bad as that? said the minister.
Well, Mr. Richmond knows, the housekeeper went on, there ain't no
end o' the troubles there is in the world, nor yet o' the poverty; and
Sally Eldridge, she'll be the better maybe, as long as the things last;
but there's all the rest o' Lilac Lane, without speaking of what there
is beside in Shadywalk; and the chilld 'll be without her dollars, and
the world 'll be pretty much where it was.
I don't see but that reasoning would stop my preaching, Miss
I don't mean it, sir, I'm sure.
I don't think you mean what you say. What is the use of giving me a
good cup of tea, when so many other people cannot have one at all?
The minister knows a cup o' good tea when he sees it, answered the
Mr. Richmond laughed. But don't you think Sally Eldridge, for
instance, would know a good bed?
There ain't no possibilities o' makin' some o' them folks keerful
and thrivin', said the housekeeper, firmly. 'Tain't in 'em; and
what's the use o' havin' things if folks ain't keerful? Sally Eldridge
had her house respectable once; I mind her very well, when she kept the
gate at Judge Brockenhurst's big place; and she had wages, and her man
he had good wages; and now the peas is all out o' the basket. And is
there any use, buyin' more to put in? The basket 'll never be mended.
It'll let out as fast as it takes in.
The basket, as you put it, is out of Sally's hands now, Miss
Redwood. She is one of the helpless ones. Don't you think it would be
a good thing to make her life more comfortable? I think we had better
take her some of this short-cake, Matilda. Miss Redwood, as for you, I
shall expect to hear that you have lamed your arm doing something for
her comfort, or half broken your back carrying a heavy basket to Lilac
Lane, or something of that sort, judging by what I know of you
I'm willin', said the housekeeper. But it ain't this child's
business. She hain't no call to give all she's got to Sally Eldridge.
I suppose, said the minister, with a look at Matilda, which both
she and the housekeeper read with their hearts,I suppose she is
thinking of the word that will be spoken one day, 'Inasmuch as ye did
it unto one of the least of these,''He that hath pity upon the poor,
lendeth to the Lord; and that which he hath given will He pay him
Then Mr. Richmond thinks it would be a good use of her money?
There might possibly be better; but if it is the best she knows,
that is all she can do. I have a great opinion of doing what our hands
find to do, Miss Redwood; if the Lord gives other work, He will send
the means too.
There's a frame bedstead lyin' up in the loft, said the
housekeeper. 'Tain't no good to any one, and it only wants a new rope
to cord it up; perhaps the minister would let Sally have that; and it
would save so much.
By all means, let her have that; and anything else we can spare.
Now, Matilda, you and I will go and attend to our other business.
They went back to the study, where the light was growing soft. Mr.
Richmond drew up the blinds of the west window and let in the glow and
colour from a rich sunset sky. He stood looking at it, with the glow
upon his face; and standing so, spoke
What was it, Matilda?
Matilda on her part sat down in a chair, and with a face of childish
grave meditation, peered into the great bunch of asparagus with which
Miss Redwood had filled the minister's chimney. She sat in shadow all
over, and answered as if taking out the very secret burden of her heart
for her friend's inspection.
Mr. Richmond, I can't do Band work any more. I can't do anything. I
can't do anything at all. You told us to buy up opportunities; but I
have no opportunities now even to buy.
Are you sure?
Yes, sir, said the child, slowly. I am quite sure. I cannot do
any work at all. And I would like it so much.
Wait a bit, said the minister, still looking at the evening glow;
maybe you are too hasty.
No, sir. Aunt Candy will not let me go out, and I can see nobody.
Whose servant are you?
I am Christ's servant, said the child, softly.
Well. Being His servant, do you want to do His will, or your own?
WhyI want to do His will, Matilda answered, speaking a little
Isn't it His will just now that you should be without your old
liberty, and unable to do these things you want to do?
Yes, sir, Matilda said, rather unwillingly. I suppose it is.
Are you willing His will should be done?
Mr. Richmond had faced round from the window now, and Matilda met
his look, and did not answer for a moment.
Is it His will, Mr. Richmond, that I should have no opportunity to
What do you think? If He had chosen to do it, He could have placed
you in the midst of the fullest opportunity. He has placed you
under the rule of your aunt. Are you willing His will should be done,
and as long as He pleases?
Matilda looked in her friend's face, but it put the question
steadily; and she faltered and burst into tears.
That is a great question, Tilly, said the minister, kindly. Is it
yourself you want to please? or the Lord Jesus? He can have these
outside things done by other people, even if you cannot help in them;
but of you the first thing He wants is an obedient child. Will
you be obedient? That is, will you agree to His will?
Mr. Richmondmust I be willing to do nothing? Matilda
asked without uncovering her face.
If the Lord bids you do nothing.
But I thoughtHe bade medo so many things?
So He does; and just now the very first and foremost of them is,
that you should be content with His will.
The daylight had faded sensibly when the next words were spoken, so
many seconds went by before Matilda was ready to speak them.
Mr. Richmond, she said, after that pause of hidden struggle,
isn't it very hard?
It depends upon how much any one loves the Lord, my dear child. The
more you love Him, the less you want your own will. But you were never
more mistaken in your life, than just now, when you thought He had
taken all your opportunities away.
Why, what opportunities have I, Mr. Richmond? said Matilda,
lifting up her face.
This, for one. Opportunity to be obedient. The Bible says that
Christ, coming here to stand in our place and save us, learned
obedience by the things which He suffered; and I don't know but
we must, too.
Matilda looked very hard at her adviser; it was not easy for her to
get at this new thought.
Cannot you as truly obey, when God says you must be still, as when
He says you must work?
And in either case, obedience is in the heartnot in the fingers
or the tongue. Isn't it so?
You see one opportunity, Matilda.
Yes, sir. The answers were very meek.
My dear child, is that the only one?
I cannot go out, Mr. Richmond.
No, I understand. But in the house. Have you no opportunities to be
patient, for instance?
Yes, sir! and a faint colour rose in Matilda's cheek.
My child, patience is something that, when God's children show,
they always honour Him.
How, Mr. Richmond?
It shows His grace and power in them; for they cannot be truly
patient without His help. And then others see it and acknowledge that
there is reality in religion, and that God's will is beautiful.
I never thought of that, said Matilda.
Have you no opportunity to forgive injuries, or unkindness?
Oh yes, Mr. Richmond! The answer came from some deep place in
Do you use that opportunity well?
I don't think I have, Mr. Richmond, said Matilda, looking very
sorrowful. I think, instead, I have been hating my
Yes. Shall that be at an end now?
But how can it? said Matilda. I get so vexedand she wiped away
a tear. I get so vexed, Mr. Richmond!
I am very sorry you have occasion. But you cannot forgive people
unless you have occasion.
How can I then?
By going to Jesus, just as the sick people went to Him in the old
time, and getting cured, as they did. 'If thou canst believe; all
things are possible to him that believeth.'
Matilda steadied her trembling little lips, and stood listening.
Haven't you opportunities to do kindnesses? Mr. Richmond then
said, softly. Matilda looked up and bowed her head a little. Perhaps
lips were not ready.
Do you use them well?
I think not, Mr. Richmondlately.
You know, you can do kindness indoors as well as out of doors, and
to disagreeable people as well as to nice people. We are commanded to
be followers of God, as dear children.
The tears gathered again.
See how much kindness you can do. No matter whether it is deserved
or not. That is no part of the question. And have you not opportunity
to learn something?
I am not going to school, said Matilda.
Nor learning anything at home?
Not much. Not much that is good for anything.
Never mind. You can do that for God.
Oh no, Mr. Richmond; it is not useful enough.
You do not know how useful it may be.
Yes, sir, because it isn't that sort of thing. Aunt Candy is making
me learn to mend lace. It is no use at all.
I'll tell you a secret, said Mr. Richmond. Matilda looked up with
fresh eagerness into his face.
Whenever the Lord puts you in the way of learning anything, you may
be sure He means you to learn it. He knows the use; and if you neglect
the chance, the next thing will be, you will find He will give you work
to do which you cannot do, because you neglected to learn what He gave
you to learn.
But mending lace? said Matilda.
I don't care what it is. Yes, mending lace. I don't know what use
you will find for that accomplishment, and you don't; all the same, you
will know, when the time comes; and then you will be very sorry and
mortified to find yourself unable for the work given you, if you
despised your opportunity of preparation. And then it will be too late
to mend that, as well as the lace.
And is that true of all sorts of things, Mr. Richmond?
Of all sorts of things. Whenever the Lord puts a chance of learning
something in your way, you may be quite sure He has a use and a meaning
in it. He has given it to you to do.
Then all my learning to cook, and do things about the house?
Yes, said Mr. Richmond, smiling. It is not difficult to see a use
for that; is it?
No, sirI suppose not, the child said, thoughtfully.
Have you not opportunities for being thankful too, in the midst of
all these other things?
Yes, Mr. Richmond.
But the child stood looking at him with a wistful, intent face, and
wide-open, thoughtful eyes; so sober, and so eager, and so pitiful,
that it made an unconscious plea to the minister's heart.
Come, said he; we have so much to say to our Lord, let us say
And they kneeled down, and Mr. Richmond put all Matilda's heart into
a prayer for her, and some of his own.
I must go now, Mr. Richmond, Matilda said presently after. But she
said it with a much more cheerful tone.
I shall want to hear how you get on, said Mr. Richmond. When will
you take tea with me again?
Oh, I don't know, sir. Aunt Candy is always at home.
And keeps you there?
Yes, sir. Lately. She didn't at first.
Well, I must see about that. I think you must be allowed to come
and see me, at all events. Perhaps you do not know, Matilda, that your
mother in almost the last hour of her life asked me to take care of
Did she? Matilda exclaimed, with a wonderful change of voice and
Yes. She did. In your aunt's presence.
And you will, Mr. Richmond? said the child, a little timidly.
And I willwhile I live myself.
Then I can come and see you, Mr. Richmond?
I think you can. I will see about it.
Matilda gave her friend a good night which was almost joyous, and
then ran out to the kitchen.
Miss Redwood, she said, did you change your mind again about Mrs.
Eldridge? I thought you agreed, and that you were going to do all that
No, child; I hain't changed my mind. I changed it oncet, you know,
to come over to you. I never did go both ways, like a crab.
But you said at tea
Well, I wished the minister'd tell you to keep your money to hum.
'Tain't your work, as I can see, to fit out Sally Eldridge with
notions; it's like enough it's mine, and I'm willin' to take it, and do
it, and see to it. You put your money by, child, against a wet day.
Maybe you'll want it yet.
Don't you remember, Miss Redwood, what Mr. Richmond repeated at
tea?'the Lord will pay it again?'
Well, said the housekeeper, let the pay come to me, then.
No, said Matilda, that won't do. It's my business, Miss Redwood,
and I asked you to do it for me; and I'll give you the money. How much
do you want?
I hain't bought the things yet; I don' know; and some of 'em won't
have to be bought, with a little contrivance. I'll spend the least I
kin; and then we'll talk about it.
Matilda gave her an energetic kiss and hurried away. But I am afraid
the housekeeper's apron went up to her eyes again.
Matilda went home with new strength, and full of the will to do the
very best she could in her hard circumstances. But the next morning's
dousing, and scrubbing, and rubbing down seemed more fierce than ever.
If Matilda ever ventured to say Oh don't!Mrs. Candy was sure to
give her more of what she did not like. She had learned to keep her
tongue still between her teeth. She had learned to wince and be quiet.
But this morning she could hardly be quiet. Can I help hating Aunt
Candy? she thought to herself as she went down-stairs. Then she found
Maria full of work for which she wanted more fingers than her own; and
Matilda's were very busy till breakfast time, setting the table,
hulling strawberries, sweeping the hall, making coffee, baking the
biscuit. Both the girls busy, and Maria cross. Breakfast was not
sociable; and Matilda was summoned to go to her aunt's room as soon as
the dishes were put away.
Can I help it? thought Matilda. And as she went up the stairs she
prayed for a loving heart, and that this feeling, which was like a
sickness, might be taken away from her.
What makes you look so meek? exclaimed Clarissa, as she entered
the room. Mrs. Candy lifted her face to see.
I like to see children look meek, she said. That's the way they
should look. Matilda's cold bath is doing her good.
Mamma, you are very severe with your cold baths! said the young
They did you good once, said her mother. You need not
speak against them. Matilda is a different child since she has been in
my bath. Here is your lace, Matilda. I am too busy to hear you read
this morning. Take your seat over there, and see how well you can do
this; it's rather a difficult piece.
It was a very difficult piece. Matilda's heart sank when she saw it;
besides that her aunt's words seemed to have taken away all the
meekness she had, and to have stirred up anew all her worst feelings.
She put her hand to her face to hide her eyes, while she prayed afresh
for help and a sweeter spirit. She seemed to be all on edge.
What's the matter? said Mrs. Candy. Begin your work, child;
you'll want all the time you have got, I warn you. Don't waste your
Matilda tried to remember what Mr. Richmond had said the night
before, of the uses of things; and tried to pray quietly while she was
taking up threads in her lace. But remembering and praying made the
tears come; and then she could not see the threads, and that would not
By and by she became interested in what her aunt and cousin were
They were unfolding their yesterday's purchases, and talking about
what they were going to do with them. Gauzes, and muslins, and other
stuffs new to Matilda, were laid open on the bed and hung about over
the backs of chairs, and the room looked like a mercer's shop. Here was
a delicate embroidered white muslin; there a rosy gauze; there a black
tissue; here something else of elegant pattern; with ribbands, and
laces, and rufflings, and a great variety of pretty articles. Matilda
thought her aunt and cousin were having a great deal more amusing time
than she had.
What are you doing, Matilda? Mrs. Candy's voice said again.
Looking at Cousin Issa's things, ma'am.
Mind your work, child. You will not have that done by dinner-time.
Why, I can't, Aunt Candy.
You could if you had been industrious. You cannot now, very likely.
But you must finish it before you leave this room.
It is no use! said Matilda, throwing the lace down; I can't
near get it done for dinner. It is very hard, and it will take a
Mrs. Candy waited a moment.
Pick up your work, she said, and come here and stand before me,
and beg my pardon.
Matilda felt as if it was impossible to do this.
Do it, and quickly, said Mrs. Candy; or your punishment will come
to-morrow morning, child. Do not be foolish. I shall give you something
hot as well as cold, I warn you.
It seemed to Matilda that she could not humble herself to do as she
was bidden; and the struggle was terrible for a minute or two. It shook
the child's whole nature. But the consciousness of the indignity
awaiting her in case of refusal fought with the keen sense of indignity
now, and conquered in time. Matilda picked up her work, came before
Mrs. Candy, and asked her pardon.
Very well, said that lady, tapping her cheek carelessly; now go
and sit down and behave yourself. The lace must be finished before you
leave my room.
It was a day of sharp trial to Matilda, all the more, perhaps, that
it came after a time of so much relief, and hope, and help. Matilda was
disappointed. She was not a passionate child; but for some hours a
storm of passion filled her heart which she could not control. Her lace
needle went in and out, keeping time to the furious swayings of
indignation and resentment and mortified pride and restless despair.
She was in her aunt's hands; completely in her power; helpless to
change anything; obliged even to swallow her feelings and hide her
displeasure. For a while that morning, Matilda felt as if she would
have given almost anything for the freedom to show her aunt what she
thought of her. She dared not do it, even so much as by a look. She was
forced to keep a quiet face and sit obediently mending her difficult
piece of lace; and the child's heart was in great turmoil. With that,
by and by, there began to mingle whispers of conscience; little
whispers that anger and hatred and ill-will were not right, nor
becoming her profession, nor agreeing at all with that walking in
love which Mr. Richmond had spoken of the night before. And sorrow
took its part too among the feelings that were sweeping over and
through her heart; but Matilda could not manage them, nor rule herself,
and she at last longed for the dinner-bell to ring, when her aunt and
cousin would leave her and she would be alone. Lace-mending got on very
slowly; her eyes were often dim, and it hindered her; though she would
not let the tears fall. When the bell rang, and the door was locked
upon her, Matilda's work dropped, and she too herself almost fell upon
her knees in her eagerness to seek and get help. That was what she
prayed for; not that her aunt might grow kind, nor that she might be
somehow separated from her and taken from her rule; but that she might
have help to be right; a heart to love, and bear, and forgive, and be
gentle. Matilda prayed and prayed for that; while her lace lay on the
floor, and the dinner down-stairs was gloomily going on.
What's the matter with Matilda to-day? Maria had inquired.
Only a little impatience of her duties, Mrs. Candy had replied,
I don't see what duties she can have, to keep her shut up in your
room, said Maria, hotly.
No. My dear, there are a great many things you cannot see yet. And
where you cannot see, it is rather wise not to give opinion.
I have a right to an opinion about my sister, though, said Maria;
and she isn't getting any good with all your shutting her up.
There I think differently from you, Maria. Matilda can darn
stockings now in a way I am not ashamed of; much better than you can, I
assure you; and she is going on to learn lace-mending beautifully.
What use is that to her? I should like to know! said Maria,
It may be some use to me, said Mrs. Candy.
You are doing Matilda a great deal of mischief, said Maria. She
is not the same child she was.
No, she is not, said Clarissa. She is a great deal better
Yes. I have taught her to know her place, said Mrs. Candy. It is
a pity that is what you never were taught, Maria. You are too
old now. I couldn't take a switch to you, and that's the only way.
You never did to her? exclaimed Maria, blazing with fury.
I never did, said Mrs. Candy; but Matilda knows I would, at a
moment's notice, if necessity came. I may do it yet, but I rather think
I shall have no occasion.
You are a horrid woman! exclaimed Maria. Of use to you.
Yes, that is just what you care about. You want Matilda for a little
drudge, to mend your stockings, I suppose, and darn your lace. You are
too mean to live. If mamma had only known
When people get so far as this in a burst of helpless rage, the next
thing usually is tears; and Maria broke down accordingly. Mrs. Candy
and Clarissa finished their dinner and went away.
One cannot stand much of this sort of thing, mamma, said Clarissa,
as they mounted the stairs.
I am not going to stand much of it, replied Mrs. Candy. I am
rather glad of this outburst. It gives me the opportunity I wanted.
What will you do, mamma?
I have been thinking for some time what I would do. This just gives
me the opening. I will get rid of this girl.
And what will you do with her?
Let her go learn her sisters' trade; or some other, if she likes.
We do not suit each other, and I am tired of it.
Yes, and mamma, though it is so good of you to keep her in this
way, do you know you get no thanks for it?
Oh, I never looked for thanks, said Mrs. Candy.
No, but I mean, people do not give you credit for it, mamma. I know
they do not.
Like enough. WellI won't ask them.
And you will keep the little one?
She's manageable. Yes, I will keep her. I like the child. She's
pretty, and clever too; and she'll be very nice when she grows up. I'll
keep her. I shall want her some day, when you get married.
Besides, I suppose people would say ill-natured things if you did
not keep one of them, said Clarissa. Matilda has a temper; but she
minds you, mamma.
I have got her in hand pretty well, said Mrs. Candy, as she
unlocked the door. Well, is that lace done? Not? Let me see. You have
not done a dozen stitches while I have been away!
I'll do it now, said Matilda; so quietly and with a voice so
cleared of all roughness or ill-temper, that Mrs. Candy after looking
at her, passed on to her seat and said nothing further.
But it cost Matilda some hours yet of patient diligence, before her
task was ended. Then she brought it to her aunt for approval. No fault
was found with it, and she was free to go down-stairs to Maria. Maria
had got out of the weeping mood into dry fury again.
I am not going to stand it! she said.
What are you not going to stand?
This way of going on. I will not put up with it any longer.
What can you do, Maria?
I'll go away. I will! I declare I will. I will not be Aunt Candy's
cook and waiter any longer. I am not going to stand it. She may get her
own dinnersor get a girl.
But where can we go, Maria? It is no use to talk so. We haven't any
She may keep you, said Maria; but I'll go. I can't stand it. I
don't know where. Somewhere! Anywhere would be better than this.
I couldn't live here without you, Maria, you know, said the little
one. Don't talk so. What has made you angry to-day?
Why, the way you are served; and the way I am talked to.
Me? said Matilda. Never mind. You and I have a good deal of time
for ourselves, Maria. I shall get along, and I shall not mind so much.
Don't you mind.
I won't stay and see it, said Maria, stoutly; nor I won't stay
and bear my part of it.
I quite agree with you, said Mrs. Candy, walking in from the other
room. The girls were in the kitchen. I quite agree with you, Maria. It
is as unpleasant for me as it is for you, and you are doing no good to
Matilda. It will be much better for us to separate. I have been
thinking so for some time. You may choose what you will do, and I will
make arrangements. Either you may join Anne and Letitia in town, and
learn the business they are learning; or if you like any other business
better, I will try and arrange it for you. Let me know to-morrow
morning what you decide upon, and I will finish up the matter at once.
I am quite tired of the present state of things, as you say.
Mrs. Candy finished her harangue and swept out by the other door.
Nobody had interrupted her, and when she was gone nobody spoke. The two
girls looked at each other, Maria with a face of consternation, Matilda
white with despair. You might have heard a pin fall in the kitchen,
while Mrs. Candy's footsteps sounded in the hall and going up stair
after stair. Then Matilda's head went down on the table. She had no
The old horrid old thing! was Maria's exclamation. She came and
listened in the other room!
But Matilda did not answer, and there was no relief in the
I won't go! said Maria next. I won't go, unless I'm a mind to.
It's my mother's house, not hers.
Matilda had no heart to answer such vain words. She knew they were
Why don't you speak! said Maria, impatiently. Why do you sit like
It's no use, Maria, said the little one, without raising her head.
What is no use? I said I wouldn't go; and I will not, unless I
choose. She can't make me.
She will! said Matilda, in a burst of despairing tears.
And she did. Before the week was over, Maria was relieved at her
post in the kitchen and established with a dressmaker, to learn her
trade. But not in Shadywalk. Mrs. Candy thought, she said, that Maria
would have a better chance in a larger town, where there was more work
and a larger connection; so she arranged that she should go to
Poughkeepsie. And thither Maria went, to live and learn, as her aunt
The change in Matilda's life was almost as great. She had no more
now to do in the work of the house; Mrs. Candy had provided herself
with a servant; and instead of cooking, and washing dishes, and
dusting, and sweeping, Matilda had studies. But she was kept as close
as ever. She had now to write, and cipher, and study French verbs, and
read pages of history. Clarissa was her mistress in all these, and
recitations went on under the eye of Mrs. Candy. Matilda's life was
even a more busy one than it had been before. Her lessons were severe,
and were required in perfection; she was forced to give many hours a
day to the preparing of them; and these hours were always in the
afternoon and evening. The mornings were spent still in Mrs. Candy's
room. When the art of darning lace was mastered, her aunt decided that
it was good for her to learn all kinds of sewing. Clarissa and her
mother were engaged in making up a quantity of dresses out of the
materials they had purchased in New York; and Matilda was set to run up
breadths of skirts, till she could do that thoroughly; then she was
made to cover cord, by the scores of yards, and to hem ruffles, and to
gather them, and to sew on bindings, and then to sew on hooks and eyes;
and then to make button-holes. The child's whole morning now was spent
in the needle part of mantua-making. After dinner came arithmetic, and
French exercises, and reading history; and the evening was the time for
reciting. Matilda was too tired when she went up to bed to do more than
look at a verse or two in her Bible, and make a very short prayer; she
almost dropped asleep while she was doing that. However, in the morning
she had a little time now, not having to go down to get breakfast; but
the long lessons before her were a sore temptation to cut short her
Bible reading. Nevertheless Matilda would not cut it short. It was the
child's one happy time in all the day. The rest was very heavy, except
only as the sweetness of Bible words and thoughts abode with her and
came up to her, bringing comfort and giving energy. She was trying with
all her might to buy up her opportunities. She studied her lessons as
if that were the only thing in the world to do; and in the hours of
sewing, Mrs. Candy found her a most excellent help; quick, and neat,
and skilful, and very apt to learn. Matilda was learning fast many
things; but the most precious of all were, to be silent, to be patient,
to be kind, and to do everything with an endeavour to please God in it.
Her little face grew pale with confinement and steady work; it grew
fine also with love and truth. It grew gentle with the habit of
gentleness, and sweet with the habit of forgiving. But all the while it
grew pale. She was very lonely and unspeakably sad, for such a child.
Her aunt kept her too close; gave her no liberty at all; even on
Sundays she had put a stop to the little Bible readings in the
Sunday-school, by not letting Matilda go till the regular school time.
She never went to Lilac Lane; never to Mrs. Laval's. She did go
sometimes to the parsonage; for Mr. Richmond had managed itMatilda
did not know how; and once she had met Norton in the street and told
him how things were with her, at which he was intensely and very
gratifyingly displeased. But his displeasure could not help. The weeks
went steadily on with a slow grinding power, as it felt to Matilda.
There seemed to be less and less of her every week, to judge by her own
sensations. Less spirit and spring; less hope and desire; less strength
and pleasure. Work was grinding her down, she thoughtwork and
discipline. She was getting to be a little machine that her aunt
managed at pleasure; and it did not seem to herself that it was really
Matilda Englefield any longer. She was a different somebody. And that
was in a measure true. Yet the work doing was more and better than she
knew. It was not all lace-mending, and mantua-making, and learning
rules of arithmetic and French verbs. The child was growing pale, it is
true; she was also growing strong-hearted in a new way. Not in the way
of passion, which is not strong; but in the way of patience.
Self-command was making her worth twice as much as she ever had been in
her life before. Matilda constantly did what she would rather not, and
did it well. She sewed when she would have liked to do something else;
she studied when she was tired; she obeyed commands that were hateful
to her; she endured from her aunt what her child's heart regarded as
unspeakable indignities and disagreeablenesses; and she bore them, she
was forced to bear them, without a murmur, without a sign of what she
felt. More than that. Since her last recorded talk with Mr. Richmond,
Matilda had been striving to bear and to do without anger or
impatience; she had prayed a great deal about it; and now it was
getting to be a matter of course to oppose gentleness and a meek heart
to all the trials that came upon her. In proportion as this was true,
they grew easier to bear; far less hard and heavy; the sting seemed to
be going out of them. Nevertheless the struggle and the sorrow and the
confinement made the child's face grow thin and pale. Mrs. Candy said
it was the hot weather.
July and August passed in this manner; and then September. This last
month was the hardest of all; for Mr. Richmond was away from Shadywalk,
on some business which kept him nearly all the month.
Towards the end of it, Matilda coming back one afternoon from doing
an errand, was met suddenly near the corner by Norton Laval.
Matilda! he exclaimed, seizing both her hands. Now I have got
you. Where have you been?
What have you been doing?
A great many things, Norton.
I should think you had! Why haven't you been to see mamma? She has
wanted to see you. Come now.
Oh no, I can't, Norton! I can't. I must go right home.
Come after you have gone home.
I cannot, Norton.
I can't get leave, Matilda whispered.
Leave? said Norton. Whose leave can't you get? That
Oh, never mind, Norton; I can't. I would come if I could. And
Matilda's eyes bore witness.
Who hinders? said Norton.
Aunt Candy. Hush! don't tell I said so.
Don't tell! said Norton, in a very incensed tone. Why, are you
afraid of her?
I mustn't stop, Norton. I must go home.
Are you afraid of anybody, Pink? he said, holding her fast.
Is that why you can't get out?
Matilda's face changed, and her lip quivered, and she did not
And what has made you grow so thin? What ails you? pursued the
boy, impetuously. You are thin and blue.
I don't know, said Matilda. Aunt Candy says it is the hot
weather. O Norton, dear, don't keep me!
What have you got there?
Something Aunt Candy sent me to buy.
Why didn't she send a cart to fetch it? said the boy, taking the
bundle out of Matilda's hand. Where have you been after this?
To Mr. Chester's.
Why didn't you tell Chester to send it home? He sends mamma's
things. He'd have sent it.
I couldn't, Norton. Aunt Candy told me to bring it myself.
What sort of a person is she? your aunt, who keeps you so close?
She ain't much count, is she?
Oh hush, Norton! said Matilda. Don't, somebody will hear you.
Do you like her?
I do not like to talk about her, Norton.
Is she good to you?
Don't ask me, Norton, please. Now we are almost there; please let
me have the bundle. I don't want you to come to the house.
Matilda looked so earnest, Norton gave her bundle up without another
word, and stood looking after her till she had got into the house. Then
he turned and went straight to his mother and told her the whole story;
all he knew, and all he didn't know.
The end of which was, that the next day Mrs. Laval called to see
Now this was particularly what Mrs. Candy had wished to bring about,
and did not know how. She went to the parlour with secret exultation,
and an anxious care to make the visit worth all it could be. No doubt
Mrs. Laval had become convinced by what she had seen and heard, that
Mrs. Candy and her daughter were not just like everybody else, and
concluded them to be fit persons for her acquaintance. But yet the two
confronted each other on unequal ground. Mrs. Candy was handsomely
dressed, no doubt; from her cap to her shoe, everything had cost money
enough; why can't I throw it on like that? was her uneasy mental
reflection the minute after she was seated. She felt as if it clung
about her like armour; while her visitor's silks and laces fell about
her as carelessly as a butterfly's wings; as if they were part of
herself indeed. And her speech, when she spoke, it had the same easy
graceor the carelessness of power; was it that? thought Mrs. Candy.
She had come to ask a favour, Mrs. Laval said. Mrs. Candy had a
little niece, whom her boy Norton had become very fond of. Mrs. Laval
had come to beg for the possession of this little niece as long at
least as a good long visit might be made to extend.
Three or four days, for instance? said Mrs. Candy.
Oh no! that would be nothing. Three or four weeks.
She is very much at her ease! thought Mrs. Candy. Shall I let her
have her will?
Mrs. Candy was in a quandary. She did not like to refuse; she
coveted Mrs. Laval's notice; and this visit of Matilda's might be the
means, perhaps, of securing it. Then, also, she and her daughter had in
contemplation a journey to Philadelphia, and a visit there for their
own part; and it had been a question what they should do with Matilda.
To take her along would make necessary a good deal of fitting up, as a
preliminary; Matilda's wardrobe being in no readiness for such a
journey. Truth to tell, it was not very proper for a visit to Mrs.
Laval either; but Mrs. Candy reflected that it would cost much less on
the whole to leave her than to take her, and be really very much a
saving of trouble. Any loss of discipline, she remembered, could be
quickly made up; and the conclusion of the whole was that she accepted
Mrs. Laval's invitation, with no more than a few minutes of hesitation
during which all these thoughts passed through her mind.
Thank you, said that lady. May I have her to-morrow?
To-morrow. H'm, said Mrs. Candy. I am afraid not to-morrow. I
should wish to make a little preparation, before the child goes to make
such a visit. She has been nowhere but at home this summer.
Let me beg that you will not wait for any such matter, said Mrs.
Laval. Send her to me just as she is. I have particular reasons for
liking her to come to me immediately. If she needs anything, trust me
to supply it. Shall she come to-morrow?
You do take a good deal for granted very easily! thought Mrs.
Candy. Then aloud
I should like to fit her up a little first The child has not been
away from home, and in mourning
Won't you trust me to see that she does not want for anything? I
assure you, I will not neglect my charge.
You are very kind, said Mrs. Candy; while she thought in her
heart, You are very presuming!
Then you will indulge me? said Mrs. Laval, graciously.
If it must be so, said Mrs. Candy, doubtful.
Thank you! said her visitor. My errand is my excuse for troubling
you this morningand so early!
Mrs. Candy felt a twinge. She had not thought it was early; she had
not thought about it.
Your place is looking beautiful, she said, as her visitor rose.
It is the prettiest place in Shadywalk.
Oh, I am not in Shadywalk, said Mrs. Laval. I am on the
Millbrook. Yes, it is pretty; but it is terribly hard to get servants.
They won't come from New York, and there are none here.
Not many good ones, Mrs. Candy assented.
None that will do for me. I am in despair. I have engaged a Swiss
family at last. I expect them to arrive very soon.
From New York?
In New York. They are coming to me from Vevay. Father, mother, and
two daughters; and I believe a boy too. They will know nothing except
farmwork, when they come; but they do make excellent servants, and so
Will you want so many?
I will find use for them. To-morrow then. Thank you. Good morning.
Mrs. Candy stood, looking after her visitor. She was so elegantly
dressed, and her veil was of such rich lace. She must want a goodly
number of women in her household, Mrs. Candy allowed to herself, if she
often indulged in dresses of fine muslin ruffled like that. And Mrs.
Candy sighed. One must have money for those things, she reflected; and
not a good deal of money, but a great deal. A good deal would not do.
Mrs. Candy sighed again and went in, thinking that Matilda's not going
this journey with her would save her quite a pretty penny. Matilda as
yet knew nothing of what had been in her aunt's mind respecting
Philadelphia, or Mrs. Laval either. It had all the force of a surprise
when Mrs. Candy called her and told her to pack up her clothes for
All my clothes, aunt Erminia?
You will want them all. Issa and I are going on a journey that will
take us a little whileand I am going to leave you in somebody's care
here; so put out whatever you will want for a couple of weeks.
Matilda wanted to ask with whom she was to be left; but that would
come in time. It would be somebody not her aunt, at any rate; and she
went to her room and began laying oat her clothes with fingers that
trembled with delight. Presently Mrs. Candy came in. She sat down and
surveyed Matilda's preparations. On one chair there was a neat little
pile of underclothes; on two others were similar neat little piles of
frocks; some things beside were spread over the bed.
Those are all the dresses you have got, eh? she said.
That's all, aunt Candy. Here are my calicoes for every day, and
those are the rest; my blue spot, and my black gingham and my white.
They are all clean.
Yes, said Mrs. Candy. WellI guess you don't want to take these
calicoes; they are pretty well worn, and you haven't any work to do
now-a-days. The others won't be too nice to wear, till I come home.
Every day? asked Matilda.
Yes, every day. There are not quite enough; but you must be careful
and not soil them, and so make them do. There is not time to make any
now, or I would get you one or two. I meant to do it.
When are you going, aunt Candy?
You are going to-morrow. So make haste, and pack up
everything you want, Matilda. I do not know whether you can do with
those three frocks?
Oh yes, I will keep them clean, said the child, in her joy.
Well, I believe you can, said Mrs. Candy. Now make haste,
It was such glad work. Matilda made haste in her eagerness, and then
pulled out things and packed them over again because it was not well
done the first time. Where was she going, she wondered? Mr. Richmond
was away from home still, or she should have heard more about it.
Meanwhile her clothes went into the little trunk her aunt had made over
to her, and her Bible was packed in a secure corner; her best boots
were wrapped up and put in, and her brush and comb. Then Matilda
remembered she would want these yet, and took them out again. She
hesitated over her book of French verbs and her arithmetic, but finally
stuck them into the trunk. It was not near full when all was done; but
Matilda's heart had not a bit of spare room in it.
The next day rose very bright and fair. Matilda had been sadly
afraid it would rain; but no such matter; the sun looked and smiled
over the world as if slyly wishing her joy on her good prospects.
Matilda took it so, and got ready for breakfast with a heart leaping
with delight. She had got no more news yet as to where she was going;
but after breakfast Mrs. Candy made her dress herself in the gingham
and put on her best boots, which made the little trunk all the emptier;
and the trunk itself was locked. Things were in this state, and Matilda
mending lace in her aunt's room; when Mrs. Candy's maid of all work put
her head in.
The carriage has come, mum, she said.
What carriage? said Mrs. Candy.
Meself doesn't know, then. The bi says he's come fur to get the
What boy? said Mrs. Candy, in growing astonishment.
Sure, an' I haven't been here long enough fur to know all the bi's
of the village. He's the bi that come wid the carriage, anyhow, an'
it's the chilt he's wanting. An' it's the iligantest carriage you ever
see in your life; and two iligant grey horses, an' a driver.
Mother and daughter looked at each other. The lace had fallen from
Matilda's hands to the ground.
Did he give no name?
It's just what he didn't, then. Only he jumped down, and axed was
the chilt ready. I tould him sure I didn't know, and he said would I go
see. An' what 'll I say to him, thin? for he's waitin'.
I'll speak to him myself, said Mrs. Candy. Go on with your work,
But in a few minutes she came back, and bade the trembling child put
up her lace and put on her hat, and go. I am afraid the leave-taking
was a short affair; for two minutes had hardly passed when Matilda
stood in the hall, and Norton caught her by both hands.
Norton! she cried.
Yes, I've come for you. Come, Matilda, your trunk's in.
Where are we going? Matilda asked, as she let herself be led and
placed in the carriage, which was a low basket phaeton.
Where are we going! echoed Norton. Where is it likely we are
going, with you and your trunk? Where did you mean to go to-day, Pink?
I don't know. I didn't know anything about it. O Norton, are we
going to your house!
If Tom knows the road, said Norton, coolly; and I rather think
the ponies do, if he don't. Why, Pink! do you mean to tell me you
didn't know you were coming to us?
I didn't know a word about it.
Nor how mamma went to ask for you?
Aunt Candy didn't tell me.
Did she tell you you were going anywhere?
Yes. She made me pack up my clothes, but that's all.
Didn't you ask her?
Matilda shook her head. I never do ask Aunt Candy anything.
Why? said Norton, curiously.
I don't like toand she don't like to have me.
She must be a nice woman to live with, said Norton. You'll miss
her badly, I should say. Aren't you sorry, Pink? he asked, suddenly,
taking Matilda's chin in his hand to watch the answer she would give.
The answer, all smiling and blushing, contented Norton; and the next
instant the gray ponies swept in at the iron gate and brought them
before the house door.
Matilda jumped out of the carriage with a feeling of being in an
impossible dream. But her boot felt the rough gravel of the roadway;
the sun was shining still and warm on the lawn and the trees; the
mid-country, rich-coloured with hues of autumn, lay glittering in
light; the blue hills were over against her sleeping in haze; the gray
ponies were trotting off round the sweep, and had left her and Norton
standing before the house. It was all real and not a dream; and she
turned to Norton who was watching her, with another smile so warm and
glad, that the boy's face grew bright to see it. And then there was
Mrs. Laval, coming out on the verandah.
My dear child! she exclaimed, folding Matilda in her arms. My
dear child! I have had hard work to get you; but here you are.
Mamma, she did not know she was coming, said Norton, till I came
Not know it? said Mrs. Laval, holding her back to look at her.
Why, child, you have grown thin!
It's the hot weather, Aunt Candy says.
And pale! said Mrs. Laval. Yes, you have; pale and thin. Have you
No, ma'am, said Matilda; but her eyes were watering now in very
gladness and tenderness.
Not ill? said the lady. And yet you are changed,I do not know
how; it isn't all thinness, or paleness. What is the matter with you,
Nothingonly I am so glad, Matilda managed to say, as Mrs.
Laval's arms again came round her. The eyes of mother and son met
I don't like to see people cry for gladness, whispered the lady.
That is being entirely too glad. Let us go and see where you are to
live while you are with me. Norton, send York up with her box.
Matilda shook herself mentally, and went up-stairs with Mrs. Laval.
Such easy, soft-going stairs! and then the wide light corridor with its
great end window; and then Mrs. Laval went into a room which Matilda
guessed was her own, and through that passed to another, smaller, but
large enough still, where she paused.
You shall be here, she said; close by me; so that you cannot feel
Oh, I could not feel lonely, cried Matilda. I have a room by
myself at home.
But not far away from other people, I suppose. Your sister is near
you, is she not?
Oh, Maria is gone, long ago.
Gone? What, entirely? Not out of the village?
She is in Poughkeepsie. I have not seen her in a great many weeks.
Was that her own wish?
Oh no, ma'am; she was very sorry to go.
Well, you must have been very sorry too. Now, dear, here are
drawers for you; and see, here is a closet for hanging up things; and
here is your washing closet with hot and cold water; the hot is the
right hand one of these two faucets. And I hope you will be happy here,
She spoke very kindly; so kindly that Matilda did not know how to
answer. I suppose her face answered for her; for Mrs. Laval, instead of
presently leading the way down-stairs again, sat down in a chair by one
of the windows and drew Matilda into her arras. She took off her hat,
and smoothed away the hair from her forehead, and looked in her face,
with eyes that were curiously wistful and noteful of her. And Matilda's
eyes, wondering, went over the mid-country to the blue mountains, as
she thought what a new friend God had given her.
Are you well, dear? said the lady's voice in her ear softly.
Quite well, ma'am.
What has changed you so since last June?
I didn't know that I was changed, Matilda said, wondering again.
Are you happy, my love?
The question was put very softly, and yet Matilda started and looked
into Mrs. Laval's eyes to see what her thought was.
Yes, said the lady, smiling; I asked you if you were quite happy.
How is it?
Matilda's eyes went back to the blue mountains. How much ought she
I thinkI supposeI ought to be happy, she said at last.
I think you always try to do what you think you ought to do; isn't
I try, said Matilda in a low voice.
How happens it, then, dear, that you do not succeed in being
I don't know, said Matilda. I suppose I should, if I were quite
If you were quite good. Have you so many things to make you happy?
I think I have.
Tell them to me, said Mrs. Laval, pressing her cheek against
Matilda's hair in caressing fashion; it is pleasant to talk of one's
pleasant things, and I should like to hear of yours. What are they,
What did the lady mean? Matilda hesitated, but Mrs. Laval was
quietly waiting for her to speak. She had her arms wrapped round
Matilda, and her face rested against her hair, and so she was waiting.
It was plain that Matilda must speak. Still she waited, uncertain how
to frame her words, uncertain how they would be understood; till at
last the consciousness that she had waited a good while, drove her to
Why, ma'am, she said, the first thing is, that I belong to the
Lord Jesus Christ.
The lady paused now in her turn, and her voice when she spoke was
What is the next thing, dear?
Then, I know that God is my Father.
Go on, said the lady, as Matilda was silent.
Wellthat is it, said Matilda. I belong to the Lord Jesus; and I
love Him, and I know He loves me; and He takes care of me, and will
take care of me; and whatever I want I ask Him for, and He hears me.
And does He give you whatever you ask for? said the lady, in a
tone again changed.
If He don't, He will give me something better, was the answer.
Maybe Mrs. Laval might have taken up the words from some lips. But
the child on her lap spoke them so quietly, her face was in such a
sweet rest of assurance, and one little hand rose and fell on the
window-sill with such an unconscious glad endorsement of what she said,
that the lady was mute.
And this makes you happy? she said, at length.
Sometimes it does, answered Matilda. I think it ought always.
But, my dear little creature, is there nothing else in all the
world to make you feel happy?
Matilda's words were not ready.
I don't know, she said. Sometimes I think there isn't. They're
The last sentence was given with an unconscious forlornness of
intonation which went to her friend's heart. She clasped Matilda close
at that, and covered her with kisses.
You won't feel so here? she said.
But the child's answer was in pantomime. For she had clung to Mrs.
Laval as the lady had clasped her; and Matilda's head nestling in her
neck and softly returning a kiss or two, gave assurance enough.
All away? said Mrs. Laval. Well, I think that too sometimes. You
and I ought to belong to each other.
And then presently, as if she were shaking off all these serious
reflections, she bade Matilda arrange her things comfortably in closet
and drawers; and then when she liked, come down to her. So she went
out, and the man with the little trunk came in and set it in a corner.
Matilda felt in dreamland. It was only like dreamland, to take out
her things, which a few hours ago she had packed in the dismal
precincts of her aunt's house, and place them in such delightful
circumstances as her new quarters afforded. The drawers of her
dressing-table were a marvel of beauty, being of a pale sea-green
colour, with rosebuds painted in the corners. Her little bedstead was
of the same colour and likewise adorned; and so the chairs, and a small
stand which held a glass of flowers. The floor was covered with a
pretty white mat, and light muslin curtains lined with rose, hung
before the windows. The spread on her bed was a snow white Marseilles
quilt, Matilda knew that; and the washing closet was sumptuous in
luxury, with its ample towels and its pretty cake of sweet fragrant
soap. Every one of these things Matilda took note of, as she was
obeying Mrs. Laval's advice to put her things in some order before she
came down-stairs. And she was thinking, also, what 'opportunities' she
could possibly have here. There would be nothing to try her patience or
her temper; nothing disagreeable, in fact, except the thought of going
away again. How could she ever bear that? And then it occurred
to Matilda that certainly she had opportunity and occasion to give
thanks; and she knelt down and did it very heartily; concluding as she
rose up, that she would leave the question of going away till it came
nearer the time.
She went with a light heart downstairs then; how odd it was to be at
home in that house, going up and down with her hat off! She passed
through one or two rooms, and found Mrs. Laval at last in a group of
visitors, busy talking to half a dozen at once. Matilda stole out
again, wondering at the different Mrs. Laval down-stairs from the one
who had sat with her in her little room half an hour ago. On the
verandah she met Norton. He greeted her eagerly, and drew her round the
house to a shady angle where they sat down on two of the verandah
Now what shall we do this afternoon? said Norton. What would you
I like everything. Oh, I like everything! said Matilda.
Yes, but this is nothing, said Norton. Shall we go take a
If Mrs. Laval goesI should like it very much.
If she don't go, we will, said Norton. The roads are in good
order, and the ponies want exercise. I don't believe mamma will go, for
she is expecting a whole shipload of servants, and Francis will have to
go to the station for them.
Then he will want the horses, won't he?
Not the ponies. He will get somebody's great farm waggon, to bring
up all their goods and things. You and I will go driving, Pink.
Will you drive? asked Matilda.
Matilda thought more than ever that she was in fairyland. She sat
musing over her contentment, when Norton broke in again.
You are very fond of that aunt of yours, aren't you?
It was a point blank question. Matilda waited, and then softly said
Not? said Norton. That's funny. Hasn't she done everything in the
world to make you love her?
Please, Norton, said Matilda, I would rather not talk about her.
Why not, Pink? said Norton, showing his white teeth.
I don't enjoy it.
Don't you? said Norton. That's funny again. I should think you
Why? said Matilda, curiously.
There's so much to say, that's one thing. And then she's so good to
Who told you she was so good to me?
I can see it in your face.
Matilda sat silent, wondering what he meant.
You can always tell, said Norton. People can't hide things. I can
see she has been doing no end of kindnesses to you all summer long.
That has made you so fond of her.
Matilda was puzzled and sat silent, not knowing what it was best to
say; and Norton watching her stealthily saw a wistful little face,
tender and pure, and doubtful, that just provoked caresses. He dropped
what was in his hands and fairly took possession of Matilda, kissing
the pale cheeks, as if she were his own particular plaything. It was
unlike most boys, but Norton Laval was independent and manly above most
boys. Matilda was astonished.
Drive? to be sure we will drive, said Norton, as he let her go.
We will drive all over creation.
The visitors went away just at this juncture, and the children were
called in to dinner. And after dinner Norton made some of his words
good. Mrs. Laval was not going out; she gave leave to Norton to do what
he pleased, and he took Matilda to drive in the basket phaeton.
Norton, she said, as they were just setting forth.
If you would just as lieve, I wish you wouldn't, please, go past
Not go past? said Norton. Why, Pink?
If you would just as lieve, I would rather not.
Norton nodded, and they took another way. But now this was better
than fairyland. Fairyland never knew such a drive, surely. The
afternoon was just right, as Norton had said; there was no dust, and
not too much sun; the roads were in fine order; and they bowled along
as if the ponies had had nothing to do in a great while. Now it was
hardly within the memory of Matilda to have seen the country around
Shadywalk as she saw it this afternoon. Every house had the charm of a
picture; every tree by the roadside seemed to be planted for her
pleasure. The meadows and fields of stubble and patches of ploughed
land, were like pieces of a new world to the long housed child. Norton
told her to whom these fields belonged, which increased the effect, and
gave bits of family history, as he knew it, connected with the names.
These meadows belonged to such a gentleman; his acres counted so many;
were good for so much; taken capital care of. Here were the fields and
woods of such-a-one's farm; he kept cows and sent milk to New
York. That house among the trees was the homestead of one of the old
county families; the place was beautiful; Matilda would see it some day
with Mrs. Laval; that little cottage by the gate was only a lodge.
Matilda desired to know what a lodge was; and upon the explanation, and
upon many more details correlative and co-related, went into musings of
her own. But the sky was so fair and blue; the earth was so rich and
sunny; the touches of sear or yellow leaves here and there on a branch
gave such emphasis to the deep hues still lingering on the vegetation;
the phaeton wheels rolled so smoothly; that Matilda's musings did not
know very well what course to keep.
Well what are you thinking of? said Norton after a silence of some
I was thinking of Lilac Lane, just then.
Lilac Lane! Do you want to see it?
Very much, Norton, said Matilda, gleefully; but not this
afternoon. I haven't been there in a great, great while.
I should not think you would want to be ever there again. I can't
But then what would become of the poor people?
They do not depend upon you, said Norton. It is not your
ButI suppose, Matilda said, slowly, I suppose, everybody
depends upon somebody.
Well? said Norton, laughing.
You needn't laugh, though, Norton; because, if everybody depends
upon somebody, then, everybody has somebody depending upon him,
Who depends upon you?
I don't know, said Matilda. I wish I did.
Not Mrs. Old-thing there, at any rate. And how can anybody tell,
I don't know, said Matilda; and so it seems to me the best way
would be to act as if everybody depended on you; and then you would be
sure and make no mistake.
You would be making mistakes the whole time, said Norton. It
would be all one grand mistake.
Ah, but it cannot be a mistake, Norton,she stopped suddenly.
What cannot be a mistake?
It cannot be a mistake, to do anything that God has given you to
How can you tell? said Norton. It's all like a Chinese puzzle.
How can you tell which piece fits into which?
But if every piece fitted, then the pattern would be all right,
Yes, said Norton, laughing; but that is what I say! How can you
Mr. Richmond says, that whenever we have an opportunity to do
anything or to learn anything, the Lord means that we should use it.
I have a nice opportunity to turn you over on these rocks and smash
the carriage to pieces; but I don't mean to do it.
You know what I mean, Norton; nobody has an opportunity to do
wrong. I mean, you know, an opportunity to do anything good.
Well now, Pink, said Norton, drawing the reins a little, and
letting the ponies come to an easy walk,see what that would end in.
As long as people have got money, they have got opportunities. I
suppose that is what you mean?
Yes, said Matilda. That is part.
Well. We might go on and help all the people in Lilac Lane,
mightn't we? and then we could find plenty more to help somewhere else;
and we could go on, using our opportunities, till we had nothing to
live upon our selves. That is what it must come to, if you don't stop
somewhere. We should have to sell the carriages and the ponies, and
keep two or three servants instead of eight; and mamma would have to
stop wearing what she wears now; and by and by we should want help
ourselves. How would you like that? Don't you see one must stop
Yes, said Matilda. But what puzzles me is, where ought one to
stop? Mr. Richmond says we ought to use all our opportunities.
If we can, said Norton.
But, Norton, what we can't, is not an opportunity.
That's a fact! said Norton, laughing. I didn't know you were so
I should like to ask Mr. Richmond more about it, said Matilda.
Ask common sense! said Norton. Well, you don't want to go to
Lilac Lane to-day. Is there anywhere you do want to go?
No. Oh yes, Norton. I should like to stop and see if Mr.
Richmond has got home, and to ask Miss Redwood a question. If you would
just as lieve.
Where does Miss Redwood live?
Oh, she is Mr. Richmond's housekeeper.
All right, said Norton. And then the gray ponies trotted merrily
on, crossed a pretty bridge over a stream, and turned their faces
westward. By and by the houses of the village began scatteringly to
appear; then the road grew into a well-built up street; the old
cream-coloured church with its deep porch hove in sight; and the ponies
turned just short of it and trotted up the lane to the parsonage door.
Norton jumped down and tied the horses, and helped Matilda out of the
Are you going in? she asked. But it appeared that Norton was going
in. So he pulled the iron knocker, and presently Miss Redwood came to
Yes, he's home, she said, almost before they could ask her; but
he ain't at home. I 'spect he'll take his meals now standin' or runnin'
for the next six weeks. That's the way he has to pay for rest, when he
gets it, which ain't often neither. It tires me, just to see him go;
I'll tell him you called.
But mayn't we come in, Miss Redwood? just for a minute?
La, yes, child, said the housekeeper, making way for them; come
in, both on ye. I didn't s'pose you was wantin' me; I've got out o' the
way of it since the minister's been away; my callers has fell off
somehow. It's odd, there don't one in twenty want to see me when I'm
alone in the house, and could have time in fact to speak to 'em. That's
the way things is in the world; there don't nothin' go together that's
well matched, 'cept folks' horses; and they 're out o' my line. Come
in, and tell me what you want to say. Where have ye come from?
I have been having a delightful ride, Miss Redwood, ever so far,
farther than ever I went before.
Down by Mr. James's place and the mill, and round by Hillside,
The housekeeper opened her pantry and brought out a loaf of rich
gingerbread, yet warm from the oven, which she broke up and offered to
It's new times, I 'spect, ain't it?
It's new times to have such good gingerbread, said Norton. This
Have you ever made it since I showed ye? Miss Redwood asked
Noonly onceI hadn't time.
When a child like you says she hain't time to play, somebody has
got something that don't belong to him, said the housekeeper.
O Miss Redwood, I wanted to know, what about Lilac Lane?
Well, what about it?
Did you do as you said you would? you know, last time I asked you,
you hadn't got the things together.
Yes, I know, said the housekeeper. Well, I've fixed it.
You did all as we said we would have it? exclaimed Matilda,
As you said you would have it. 'Twarn't much of it my doing,
child. Yes; Sally Eldridge don't know herself.
Was she pleased?
Well, 'pleased' ain't to say much. I got Sabriny Rogers to clean
the house first. They thought I was crazy, I do believe. 'Clean
that 'ere old place?' says she. 'Why, yes,' says I; 'don't it want
cleanin'?' 'But what on airth's the use?' says she. 'Well,' says I, 'I
don't know; but we'll try.' So she went at it; and the first day she
didn't do no more than to fling her file round, and you could see a
spot where it had lighted; that's all. 'Sabriny,' says I, 'that ain't
what we call cleanin' in my country; and if I pay you for
cleanin' it's all I'll do; but I'll not pay nobody for just lookin' at
it.' So next time it was a little better; and then I made her go over
the missed places, and we got it real nice by the time I had done. And
then Sally looked like somethin' that didn't belong there, and we began
upon her. She was wonderful taken up with seein' Sabriny and the
scrubbin' brush go round; and then she begun to cast eyes down on
herself, as if she wished it could reform her. Well, I did it all in
one day. I had in the bedstead, and put it up, and had a comfortable
bed fetched and laid on it; and I made it up with the new sheets.
'Who's goin' to sleep there?' says Sally Eldridge, at last. 'You,' says
I. 'Me?' says she; and she cast one o' them doubtful looks down
at herself; doubtful, and kind o' pitiful; and I knew she'd make no
objection to whatever I'd please to do with her, and she didn't. I got
her into a tub o' water, and washed her and dressed her; and while I
was doin' that, the folks in the other room had put in the table and
the other things, and brought the flour and cheese, and that; and laid
a little rag carpet on the floor, and when Sally was ready I marched
her out. And she sat down and looked round her, and looked round her;
and I watched to see what was comin'. And then she begun to cry.
To cry! Matilda echoed.
The tears come drop, drop, down on her new calico; it fitted nice
and looked real smart; and then, the first word she said was, 'I ain't
a good woman.' 'I know you ain't,' says I; 'but you kin be.' So she
looked round and round her at everything; and then, the next word she
said was, 'The dominie kin come now.' Well! I thought that was good
enough for one day; so I give her her tea and come home to my own an
Why, Miss Redwood?
'Cause I hadn't done it ages ago, dear, but it was left for you to
show me how.
And is Mrs. Eldridge really better?
Has twice as much sense as ever she showed when she was in all that
muss. I am sure, come to think of it, I don't wonder. Things outside
works in, somehow. I believe, if I didn't keep my window panes clear, I
should begin to grow deceitfulor melancholy. And folks can't have
clean hands and a dirty house.
Thank you, Miss Redwood, said Matilda, rising.
Well, you ain't goin' now? The minister 'll be in directly.
I'll come another time, said Matilda. I'm afraid Mrs. Laval would
La, she don't mind when her horses come home, I'll engage.
But she might mind when we come home, said Matilda. We
have been out a great while.
Out? why, you don't never mean you come from Mrs. Laval's'?
Yes, she does, said Norton. We've got her.
Hm! Well, I just wish you'd keep her, said the housekeeper. She's
as poor as a peascod in a drouth.
At which similitude Norton laughed all the way home.
It is impossible to tell how pleasant Matilda's room was to her that
night. She had a beautiful white candle burning in a painted
candlestick, and it shed light on the soft green furniture, and the
mat, and the white quilt, and the pictures on the walls, till it all
looked more fairylandish than ever; and Matilda could hardly believe
her own senses that it was real. And when the candle was covered with
its painted extinguisher, and the moonlight streamed in through the
muslin curtains, it was lovelier yet. Matilda went to the window and
gazed out. The fields and copses lay all crisp and bright in the cool
moonbeams; and over beyond lay the blue mountains, in a misty
indistinctness that was even more ensnaring than their midday beauty.
And no bell of Mrs. Candy's could sound in that fairy chamber to summon
Matilda to what she didn't like. She was almost too happy; only there
came the thought, how she would ever bear to go away again.
That thought came in the morning too. But pleasure soon swept it
away out of sight. She had a charming hour with Mrs. Laval in the
greenhouse; after which they went up to Matilda's room; and Mrs. Laval
made some little examination into the state of that small wardrobe
which had been packed up the day before, and now lay in the drawers of
the green dressing-table. Following which, Mrs. Laval carried Matilda
off into another room where a young woman sat sewing; and her she
directed to take Matilda's measure, and fit her with a dress from a
piece of white cambrick which lay on the table.
It's getting pretty cool, ma'am, for this sort of thing, said the
Yes, but it will be wanted, and it is all I have got in the house
just now. I will get something warmer to-day or to-morrow, or whenever
I go out. And Belinda, you may make a little sacque to wear with this;
there is enough of that red cashmere left for it. That will do.
Two or three days saw the white frock done and the sacque. Mrs.
Laval provided Matilda with pretty slippers and a black sash; and
furthermore, desired that she would put these things on and wear them
at once. Matilda did not know herself, in such new circumstances, but
obeyed, and went down-stairs very happy. Norton cast an approving
glance at her as she met him.
Come here, said he, stretching out his hand to her; mamma's busy
with her new people, and we will have another drive presently. Come and
sit down till it is time to go.
They went on the verandah, where it was warm and yet shady; the
October sun was so genial, and the winds were so still.
So they have come? said Matilda.
Yes, a lot of them. Look as if they had come from the other end of
creation. Pink, I think I'll cover all that bank with bulbs.
What are bulbs?
You don't know much, if you are a brick, said Norton. I
mean tulips, and hyacinths, and crocuses, and ranunculuses, andwell,
I don't know all, but those specially. Wouldn't it be fine?
Norton was a great gardener.
I know tulips, said Matilda. We have a bunch of red tulips in our
garden. I think they are beautiful.
I do not mean red tulips. Did you never see any but those?
Then you do not know what I mean by tulips. They are everything
else except plain red; I shall not have one of those.
Well perhaps I may have two or three yellow ones. They are
pretty;clear lemon colour, you know; the colour of evening
Are there blue tulips too?
Not that ever I heard, said Norton. No, there are red, and
yellow, and yellow striped with red, and white striped with red, and
white blotched with carmine, and yellow edged with brown or purple, and
a thousand sorts; but never a blue.
That's odd, isn't it? said Matilda. And nobody ever heard of a
Perhaps they will, though. said Norton. There are black roses,
and green roses. But I don't believe either there can be a blue
rose; it is against nature.
But how many tulips will you have, Norton? you said two or three
yellow ones; and there are a thousand sorts.
Well, I will not have all the sorts, said Norton; but I tell you
what I will do. I will fill all that bank with them and hyacinths, I
shall want a hundred or so.
Do they cost much?
Pretty well, said Norton; if you get the costly sorts. They are a
dollar a-piece, some of them. But plenty are nice for fifty cents, and
Your tulip bed will costa great deal, Norton!
And that bed over there, Norton went on, pointing, shall be your
bed; and I will fill it with hyacinths for you. You shall choose what
colours, Pink. They will be beautiful in May. Those shall be yours.
Oh, thank you! But do they cost much?
You always ask that, said Norton, laughing. Yes, some of them do.
I will tell you what I will do, Pinkand then you will be easy. I will
spend twenty-five dollars on my tulip bed, and you shall spend
twenty-five dollars on your hyacinth bed; and you shall say now what
sorts you will have.
Twenty-five dollars! said Matilda. O Norton, thank you. How nice!
And I never saw a hyacinth in my life. What are they like?
Norton was endeavouring to tell, when Mrs. Laval came upon the
verandah. She came with business upon her lips, but stopped and her
face changed when she saw Matilda.
My dear child! she said.
Mamma, said Norton, isn't she a brick?
A brick? said Mrs. Laval, taking Matilda in her arms, and sitting
down with her. A brick! this soft, sweet, fresh delight of mine! And
as she spoke she emphasised her words with kisses. My darling! There
is nothing rough, or harsh, or stiff about you, nor anything angular,
nor anything coarse; and he calls you a brick!
I think he means something good by it, ma'am, Matilda said,
I don't know about the angles, said Norton. Pink has a stiff
corner now and then that I haven't been able to break off yet.
Break off! said Mrs. Laval, sitting with her arms round Matilda.
And then they all went off into a laugh together.
I had forgotten what I was going to say, Mrs. Laval resumed. When
you are out, Norton, I wish you would stop and send the doctor here.
What's the matter?
I don't know; but those poor people are in a state under the bank,
and maybe the doctor could best tell what they want.
Ill? said Norton.
No, not ill, but dull and spiritless. I don't know what is the
matter. They are tired with their journey perhaps, and forlorn in a
strange place. Maybe they would feel better if they saw the doctor. I
think such people often do.
And then Norton and Matilda had another ride in the basket waggon.
On their return, Norton proposed that they should go down under the
bank and see the new-comers. Matilda was ready for anything. Under the
bank was the place for Mrs. Laval's farm-house, and dairy house, and
barn, and stables; a neat little settlement it looked like. A pretty
little herd of cows had come home to be milked, and a woman in a
strange costume, never before known at Shadywalk, had come out with a
milking pail. To her Norton marched up, and addressed her in French;
Matilda could not understand a word of it; but presently Norton went
off into the farm-house. Here, in the kitchen, they found the rest of
the family. A pleasant-faced, middle-aged woman was busy with supper; a
young pretty girl was helping her; and two men, travel-worn and bearing
the marks of poverty, sat over the fire holding their heads. Norton
entered into conversation here again. It was very amusing to Matilda,
the play of face and interchange of lively words between him and these
people, while yet she could not understand a word. Even the men lifted
up what seemed to be heavy heads to glance at the young master of the
place; and the women looked at him and spoke with unbent brows and
pleasant and pleased countenances. But the elder woman had a good deal
to say; and Norton looked rather thoughtful as he came out.
What is it all, Norton? Matilda asked. Is all right?
Well, not exactly, said Norton. Those two men are ill.
Hasn't the doctor come yet?
Yes, and he says they want a few days of rest; but I say
they are ill.
But the doctor must know?
Perhaps, said Norton. Perhaps he don't.
The people under the bank were forgotten soon, in the warm luxury of
the drawing-room and the bright tea-table, and the comfort of sugared
peaches. And then Matilda and Norton played chess all the evening,
talking to Mrs. Laval at intervals. The tulip bed and the hyacinth bed
were proposed, and approved; a trip to Poughkeepsie was arranged, to
see Maria; and Norton told of Miss Redwood's doings in Lilac Lane. Mrs.
Laval was much amused.
And you two children have done that! she said.
You gave me the money for it, ma'am, said Matilda.
It was yours after I had given it, said the lady. I wonder how
much good really now, all that will amount to? or whether it is
just a flash in the pan? That is the question that always comes to me.
Matilda looked up from the chess men, wondering what she could mean.
It is a real good to have the house cleaned; you would never doubt
that, mamma, if you had seen it, Norton remarked.
And it is a real good that the poor woman is ready to have Mr.
Richmond come to see her now, said Matilda.
Mr. Richmond, repeated Mrs. Laval. That's your minister. You
think a great deal of Mr. Richmond, don't you, Matilda?
Everybody does, said Matilda. Mrs. Laval smiled.
I don't know him, you know. But about your doings in the
lanethere is no end to that sort of work. You might keep on for ever,
and be no nearer the end. That is what always discourages me. There are
always new old women to comfort, and fresh poor people to help. There
is no end.
But then, said Matilda. She began timidly, and stopped.
What then? said Mrs. Laval, smiling.
Yes, just hear Pink, mamma, said Norton.
What then, Matilda? said Mrs. Laval, still looking at her as at
something pleasant to the eyes.
I was going to say, Matilda began again, with a blush, isn't it
meant that we should 'keep on for ever'?
Doing good to the poor? But then one would soon have nothing to do
good with. One must stop somewhere.
Clearly, one must stop somewhere. A line must be found; inside or
outside of her bed of hyacinths, Matilda wondered? She did not press
her doubts, though she did not forget them; and the talk passed on to
other things. Nothing could be more delightful than that evening, she
The next day there was charming work to be done. Norton was to take
her by the early train the morning after to go to Poughkeepsie; and
Matilda was to prepare to-day a basket of fruit, and get ready some
little presents to take to her sister. The day was swallowed up in
these delights; and the next day, the day of the journey, was one long
dream of pleasure. The ride to the station, the hour in the cars, or
less than an hour; but the variety of new sights and sensations made it
seem long; the view of a new place; the joyful visit to Maria, and the
uncommonly jolly dinner the three had together at a good restaurant,
made a time of unequalled delight. Only Maria looked gloomy, Matilda
thought; even a little discomposed at so much pleasure coming to her
little sister and missing her. And in this feeling, Matilda
feared, Maria lost half the good of the play-day that had come to her.
However, nothing could spoil it for the other two; and Matilda came
home in the cars towards nightfall again with a heart full of content.
Only a pang darted through her, as they were driving home under the
stars, at the thought how many days of her fortnight were already gone.
Matilda did not know it was to be a month.
They found Mrs. Laval in perplexity.
I wish, Norton, she said, that you would go and bring the doctor
here immediately. The two women are ailing now, and the men are quite
ill. I don't know what to do. York is gone to town, you know, to look
after the interest on his bonds; and Francis demanded permission this
afternoon to go and see his father who is dying. I have no one to send
for anything. I could not keep Francis, and I do not believe he would
have been kept.
Who's to look after the horses, mamma?
I don't know. You must find some one, for a day or so. You must do
that too, to-night.
Norton went and came back, and the evening passed as gayly as ever;
York's absence being made up by the services of the children, which,
Mrs. Laval said, were much better. Matilda made toast at the fire, and
poured out tea; and Norton managed the tea-kettle and buttered the
toast, and fetched and carried generally; and they had a merry time.
But the next morning showed a change in the social atmosphere.
Matilda came down-stairs, as she always did, the earliest of the
family. In the hall she encountered the housemaid, not broom in hand as
usual, but with her bonnet and shawl on.
I'm going out this way, Miss, ye see, becaase it's shorter, she
said with a certain smothered mystery of tone.
What is shorter? and where are you going, Jane? Matilda asked,
struck by something in the girl's air.
Och, it's no lady wouldn't expict one to stop, whin it's that's
When what is the matter? what do you mean? Are you going away?
Faith, it's glad I be, to be off; and none too soon. I'd show 'em
the back of me head, you, dear, if it was me, goin' out at the front
door. The likes o' you isn't obleeged to stop no more nor meself. This
advice was given in the same mysterious undertone, and puzzled Matilda
But, Jane, she said, catching the woman's shawl as she would have
left her, you know York is away; and there is nobody to do things.
Mrs. Laval will want you.
She's welcome to want me, said the girl. I didn't engage fur to
serve in an hospital, and I won't do it. Me life is as good to me,
sure, as her own, or anybody's.
But what shall I tell Mrs. Laval? Aren't you coming back?
Niver a bit, till the sickness is gone. And with that the girl
would not be kept, but got away.
Matilda stood bewildered. Yes, she saw the broom and duster had been
nowhere that morning. Everything was left. It was early yet. The
sunbeams came slant and cool upon the white frost outside, as Jane
opened the door; and so when the door was shut they stole in upon the
undusted hall and rooms. Matilda softly made her way to the kitchen
stairs and went down, fearing lest there might be more defaulters in
the house hold. To her relief, she found the cook moving about
preparing for some distant breakfast. But breakfast was never an early
Good morning, Mrs. Mattison, said the child. I came down to see
if there was anybody here. I met Jane just now, going out.
I'm here yet, said Mattison. I'll get your breakfast, before I'm
Are you going too?
Take my advice, and don't you stop, said the woman. You
ain't a fixture so you can't get away. I'd go, fust thing, if I was
Why? said Matilda; and what for are you all going like this? It
is using Mrs. Laval very badly, I think.
Folks must take care of their own flesh and blood, said the woman.
Wages don't pay for life, do they? I'm off as soon as I've got the
breakfast. I'll do that, and give Mrs. Laval that much chance. She
ain't a bad woman.
Is the laundry-maid going too?
O' course. She had her warning, weeks ago, and so had I mine. Mrs.
Laval sent for them furriners to fill her house with them; and now she
must make the best of 'em she can. It ain't my fault if they're no use
Matilda went up-stairs again, pondering what was to be done. She
went softly up to Norton's door and knocked. It was not easy to rouse
him; nothing stirred; and Matilda was afraid of awaking his mother,
whose door was not far off. At last she opened Norton's door a bit and
called to him.
What is it? cried Norton, as soon as the noise found a way to his
brain. Is it you, Pink? Hold on,I'll be there in less than no time!
What's to pay?
Matilda waited, till in another minute Norton presented himself,
half dressed, and with his hair all shaggy, outside his door.
O Norton, can you be dressed very quickly?
Yes. What's the matter? I am going down to see to the horses. What
do you want, Pink?
O Nortonspeak softly!everybody's going away; and I thought,
maybe you would come down and help me get things in order.
What do you mean, Pink? said Norton, opening his eyes at
Hush! They are all going away.
The servants. All of them. Jane is off, and the cook will only stay
till after breakfast. The laundry woman is going too. Francis is away,
you know, and York. There is nobody but you and me in the houseto
stay. I don't know what has got into all their heads.
You and me! said Norton. The unconscionable fools! what are they
Afraid of trouble, I suppose, said Matilda. Afraid they will have
nursing to do. I don't know what else.
They ought to be put into the penitentiary!
Yes; but Norton, can you come down presently and help?
Me. I want to set the table for breakfast, and I don't know where
things are, you know. I am going to set the table, if you'll show me.
I should think you didn't know where things are! StopI'll be
Norton disappeared, but Matilda had no idea of stopping. She went
down-stairs softly again, and opened the windows, such of them as she
could manage; applied to the powers below-stairs for broom and duster,
and went at her old work of putting rooms in order. But it seemed like
play now, and here. She was almost glad the servants were going away,
to give her the chance.
Well, you are a brick! was Norton's remark, when he came
in. I suppose you know what it means by this time?
I wish you'd open those two windows for me, Norton; I can't undo
the fastenings. Then perhaps you'd be a brick too?
I don't know, said Norton, laughing. Wellthere, Pink. What
Show me, Norton, where the things are.
All at once, is rather too much, said Norton, as he and Matilda
went into York's pantry. All for nothing, too. Nursing! nonsense! they
wouldn't have to nurse those people. It's jealousy.
Yes, I think they are jealous, said Matilda, from something the
Norton stood and looked on admiringly, while Matilda found the
tablecloth, and arranged cups and saucers, and plates, and spoons, and
mats, and all the belongings of the breakfast-table.
Have you got to go to the stables, Norton?
Well, won't you go and get back, then? The breakfast will be ready,
Forgot all about that, said Norton.
While he was gone Matilda finished her arrangements; and was
watching for him from the verandah when Mrs. Laval came behind her.
Of course it had become necessary to tell her the state of affairs.
Mrs. Laval set down in one of the verandah chairs as soon as Matilda
began to speak, and drew the child to her arms; wrapping them all round
her, she sat thoughtfully caressing her, kissing her brow, and cheeks,
and lips, and smoothing her hair, in a sort of fond reverie; so fond,
that Matilda did not stir to interrupt her, while she was so
thoughtful, that Matilda was sure she was pondering all the while on
what was best to do.
Who set the table?
I did, ma'am. Norton showed me where things were.
Ma'am, repeated Mrs. Laval, drawing the child closer.
Would it be very hard to call me 'mamma'some timewhen you know me
better? I can't let you go.
Matilda flushed and trembled; and then Norton came running up the
bank. He smiled at the sight of his mother, with Matilda in her arms
and her face resting upon Matilda's forehead.
What's the word down there this morning, Norton?
I don't know, mamma; I've only been to see the horses. They
To the stables, have you been? Then do run and change your dress,
Yes, and breakfast's ready, Norton, Matilda called after him. She
slid off Mrs. Laval's lap and rang for it, and when it came up on the
dumb waiter, she did York's work in setting it on the table with a
particular pleasure. She began to have a curious feeling of being at
home in the house.
There is but one thing for me to do, said Mrs. Laval, as they sat
at breakfast. I must go down to the city and get a new houseful of
servants, to do till these are well. But I'm in a great puzzle how to
leave you two children. There will be nobody here; and I may very
possibly be obliged to stay a night in town. It is not at all likely
that I can do what I have to do, in time to take an evening train.
I can take care of Pink, mamma.
Who will take care of you?
I'll try, said Matilda.
What can you do, to take care of me? said Norton.
You will want something to eat, said Matilda. I think you
willbefore to-morrow night.
If I do, I can get it, said Norton.
He thinks dinner grows, like a cabbage, said Mrs. Laval; or like
a tulip, rather. His head is full of tulips. But I cannot go to-day to
New York; I could not catch the train. I'll go down-stairs and see
these people after breakfast, and make them stay.
But when Mrs. Laval descended half an hour later to the regions of
the kitchen, she found them deserted. Nobody was there. The fire, in a
sullen state of half life, seemed to bear witness to the fact; the
gridiron stood by the side of the hearth with bits of fish sticking to
it; the saucepan which had held the eggs was still half full of water
on the hob; the floor was unswept, the tray of eggs stood on one table,
a quantity of unwashed dishes on another, but silence everywhere
announced that the hands which should have been busy with all these
matters were no longer within reach of them. Mrs. Laval went up-stairs
Every creature is gone, she said. I am sure I do not know what we
are to do. Jealousy, Norton, did you say?
Because you have sent for these Swiss people, mamma.
Is it possible? WellI don't know what we are to do, as I said. We
shall have no dinner.
I can get the dinner, said Matilda. At which there was some
laughing; and then Mrs. Laval said she must go and see how the poor
people were. Norton was despatched to find some oysters if he could;
and Matilda quietly went down-stairs again, with her little head full.
She was there still an hour later, when Mrs. Laval came home and called
for her. Matilda came running up, with red cheeks.
Ah, there you are! What are you doing, Matilda? you have got your
face all flushed.
It's just the fire, said Matilda.
Fire? What are you doing, child?
Nothing, much. Only trying to put things a little in order.
You, said Mrs. Laval. Leave that, my darling. You cannot.
There will be somebody to do it by and by. But I wish I had somebody
here now, to make gruel, or porridge, or something, for those poor
people. They are without any comforts.
Mrs. Laval looked puzzled.
Are they better? Matilda asked.
Two of them are unwell; indeed they are all ill, more or less; but
the men are really bad, I think.
If I had some meal, I could make gruel, said Matilda. I know how.
I have made it forI have made it at home, often.
Could you? said Mrs. Laval. There must be some meal here
She went down to search for it. But it was found presently that she
did not know meal when she saw it; and Matilda's help was needed to
decide which barrel held the article.
I am a useless creature, Mrs. Laval said, as she watched Matilda
getting some meal out. If you can manage that, darling, I will be for
ever obliged to you, and so will those poor people. It is really good
to know how to do things. Why, what have you done with all the dishes
and irons that were standing about here? You have got the place in
order, I declare! What have you done with them, dear?
They are put away. Shall I put on a pot and boil some potatoes,
Mrs. Laval? I can; and there is a great piece of cold beef in the
Boil potatoes? no, indeed! said Mrs. Laval. Norton will get us
some oysters, and some bread and some cake at the baker's. No, dear, do
not touch the horrid things; keep your hands away from them. We'll fast
for a day or two, and enjoy eating all the better afterwards.
Matilda made her gruel, nicely; and Mrs. Laval carried it herself
down to the farmhouse. She came back looking troubled. They could not
touch it, she said, after all; not one of them but the young girl; they
were really a sick house down there; and she would go to New York and
get help to-morrow. So by the early morning train she went.
It was rather a day of amusement to the two children left alone at
home. They had a great sense of importance upon them, and some sense of
business. Matilda, at least, found a good deal for herself to do,
up-stairs and down-stairs; then she and Norton sat down on the verandah
in the soft October light, and consulted over all the details of the
tulip and hyacinth beds.
Fifty dollars! said Matilda, at last.
Yes? said Norton. Well?
Nothing. Onlydid you ever think, Norton, how many other things
one could do with fifty dollars? I wonder if it is right to spend so
much just on a flower-bed?
It isn't. It's on two flower-beds, said Norton.
Well, on two. It is the same thing.
That's a very loose way of talking, said Norton. Two and one are
not at all the same thing. They are three.
O Norton! but you are twisting things all round, now. I didn't say
I am not so sure of that. Pink, one would never spend money any
way, if one stopped because one could spend it some other way.
But it ought to be always the best way.
You can't tell what the best way is, said Norton. I can't think
of anything so good to do with this fifty dollars, as to make those two
beds of bulbous roots.
Matilda sat thinking, not convinced, but longing very much to see
the hyacinths and tulips, when a voice at the glass door behind her
made her start. It was the doctor.
Good morning. Is nobody at home?
Nobody but us, said Norton.
Mrs. Laval gone out, eh?
Gone to New York, sir.
To New York, eh? Ah! Well! Unfortunate!
What shall I tell her, sir, when she comes back?
Is there anybody in the house that can make beef tea?
No, sir, said Norton.
If you will tell me how, Dr. Bird, I will have some, Matilda said.
You, eh? Well, you do know something more than most girls. You can
remember and follow directions, if I tell you, eh?
Yes, sir, I think I can.
Then I'll tell you. You take a piece of juicy beefhe can see to
thatjuicy beef; not a poor cut, mind, nor fat; mustn't be any fat;
and you cut it into dice; and when you have cut it all up fine, you put
it in a bottle, and cork it up. Understand?
Yes, sir. But I don't know what dice are.
Don't, eh? well, little bits as big as the end of my finger, will
do as well as dice. Then when you have got your bottle corked, set it
in a pot of water, and put the pot on the fire, and let it boil, till
the juice of the beef comes out. Then strain that juice. That's beef
I mustn't put any water in with the beef, sir?in the bottle?
Not a drop. Keep the water all in the pot.
Who is to have the beef tea, doctor, when it is made?
Those two Frenchmen at the farmhouse. I told the women. They ought
to have it now. And a nurse, too; the women are ill themselves.
Dr. Bird went his way, and Matilda persuaded Norton to go at once in
quest of some juicy beef. It would be a difficult job, he said, for the
butchers' shops were shut up; but he would go and try. While he was
gone Matilda amused herself with getting a dinner for him and herself
down in the kitchen; and there, when he came back, the two went, to eat
their dinner and to set the beef tea a-going. They had rather a jolly
time of it, to tell the truth; and were so very social, and discussed
so many things besides their beef and bread, that the beef tea was
ready to strain by the time Matilda had cleared the things away. And
then she and Norton went down to the farmhouse to carry it.
They could get nobody to come to the door, so they opened it for
themselves. It was a sad house to see. In two rooms all the family were
gathered; the men lying on beds in the inner room, one woman on the
floor of the other, and one on a cot. All ill. The girl alone held her
head up, and she complained it was hard to do even that. Matilda and
Norton went from one room to another. The men lay like logs, stupid
with fever; one of the women was light-headed; not any of them would
touch what Matilda had brought. The poor girl who was still on her feet
was crying. There was no fire, no friend, no comfort or help of any
sort. Nor ton and his little companion made the rounds helplessly, and
then went out to consult together.
Norton, they are dreadfully ill, whispered Matilda. I know they
I guess you are right, said Norton. But you and I can't do
I can, said Matilda. I can give them water, and I can give them
beef tea. And you, Norton, I will tell you what you can do. Go for Miss
Miss Redwood? who's she?
Don't you remember? Mr. Richmond's housekeeper. She'll come, I
She'll be very good if she does, said Norton. But I'll tell her
you said so. Do you think she would come?
I'm certain of it.
Norton made his way to the brown door of the parsonage, and knocked;
but the person that opened it was the minister himself. Norton was a
little confused now, remembering what his errand meant there.
Norton Laval, isn't it? said Mr. Richmond. You are very welcome,
Norton, at my house. Will you come in?
No, sir. If you please
What is it? Something you would rather say to me here?
No, sir. I was coming
To see me, I hope?
No, sir, said Norton, growing desperate and colouring, which he
was very unapt to do. If you please, Mr. Richmond, I was sent to speak
toI forget what her name isthe woman who lives here.
Who sent you?
Did she? Pray why did not Matilda come with you?
She could not, sir; she was very busy. She asked me to come.
You can see Miss Redwood, said Mr. Richmond, smiling. I believe
she is always ready to receive visitors; at least I never saw a time
when she was not. You have only to walk right in and knock at her door
there. When are you coming to see me, Norton? You and I ought to
be better friends.
I don't know, sir, said Norton. I would not intrude.
Ask your friend Matilda if I do not like such intrusions. I shall
have to invite you specially, I see. Well, go in and find Miss Redwood.
I will not detain you now.
Norton went in, glad to be released, for he did not exactly want to
tell his errand to the minister, knocked at the kitchen door and was
bade to enter. It was full, the kitchen was, of the sweet smell of
baking bread; and Miss Redwood was busily peering into her stove oven.
Who's there? she asked, too much engaged in turning her loaves to
give her eyes to anything else, even a visitor. Norton told his name,
and waited till the oven doors shut to with a clang; and then Miss
Redwood, very pink in the face, rose up to look at him.
I've seen you before, was her remark.
Yes. I brought Matilda Englefield here one day, Norton answered.
H'm. I thought she brought you. What brings you now?
Matilda wanted me to come with a message to you.
Well, you can sit down and tell it, if you're a mind to. Why didn't
the child come herself? that's the first idee that comes to me.
She is busy trying to nurse some sick folks, and they are more than
she can manage, and she wants your help. At least, she sent me to ask
you if you wouldn't come.
Some people just come from Switzerland to be my mother's servants.
Switzerland, repeated Miss Redwood. I have heard o' Switzerland,
more than once in my life. I should like to know whereabouts it is. I
never knew any one yet that could tell me.
Mr. Richmond knows, I suppose, said Norton.
I suppose he knows Greek, said Miss Redwood, and ever so many
other queer tongues too, I've no doubt; but I should like to see myself
askin' him to learn me. No, I mean, as I never knew nobody that I'd
ask. La! there's folks enough that knows. Only I never had no chances
for them things.
I could shew you where Switzerland is, if you had a map, said
I guess I know as much as that myself, said the housekeeper
quietly, opening the stove door again for a peep at the oven. But what
does that tell me? I see a little spot o' paper painted green,
and a big spot along side of it painted some other colour; and the map
is all spots; and somebody tells me that little green spot is
Switzerland. And I should like to know, how much wiser am I for that?
That's paper and green paint; but what I want to know is, where is the
It's hard to tell, said Norton, so much amused that he forgot his
Well, these folks come from Switzerland, you say. How did they
They came in a shippart of the way.
How fur in a ship?
Three thousand miles.
Three thousand, repeated Miss Red wood. When you get up there, I
don't know what miles mean, no more than if you spoke another language.
I understand a hundred miles. It's nigh that to New York.
They came that hundred miles, over and above, said Norton.
Well, how long now, does it take a ship to go that fur? Three
It depends on how fast the wind blows.
The wind goes awful fast sometimes, said Miss Redwood. When it
goes at that rate as will carry a chimney off a house, and pick up a
tree by the roots as I would a baby under my arm, seems to me a ship
would travel at a powerful speed.
It would certainly, if there was nothing to hinder, said Norton;
but at those times, you see, the wind picks up the water, and sends
such huge waves rolling about that it is not very safe to be where they
can give you a slap. Ships don't get along best at such times.
Well, I'm thankful I'm not a sailor, said Miss Redwood. I'd
rather stay home and know less. How many o' these folks o' yourn is
All of them, pretty much, said Norton. Two men and two women.
No, 'tisn't that. I don't know what it is. The doctor is attending
them. He ordered beef tea to-day; and Matilda made some; but they seem
too ill to take it now they've got it.
Miss Redwood dropped her towel, with which she was just going to
open the oven again, and stood upright.
Beef tea? she echoed. How long have these folks been ill?
Ever since they came ashore almost. They came straight up here, and
began to be ill immediately. That was a few days ago; not a week.
Beef tea! said Miss Redwood again. And just come to shore. How do
they look? Did you see them?
Yes, I saw them, said Norton. I went with Matilda when she took
the beef tea to them. How did they look? I can't tell; they looked bad.
The men were mahogany colour, and one of the women was out of her head,
And you two children going to see them! exclaimed Miss Redwood, in
a tone that savoured of strong disapprobation, not to say dismay.
Because there was no one else, said Norton. Mamma has gone to New
York to get more people; for all ours went off when they knew of the
sickness at the farmhouse.
Why? said Miss Redwood, sharply.
I don't know. I suppose they were jealous of these strangers.
H'm, said Miss Redwood, beginning now to take her bread out of the
oven with a very hurried hand; there's jealousy enough in the world,
no doubt, and unreason enough; but it don't usually come like an
epidemic neither. You go home, and tell Matilda I'm a comin' as fast as
ever I kin get my chores done and my hood and shawl on. And you tell
herwill she do what you tell her?
I don't know, said Norton. What is it?
Where is it these folks are ill? Not to your house?
Oh no. Down at the farmhouseyou know our farmhouseunder the
Did you leave the child there?
She was there when I came away.
Well, you run home as fast as your legs can carry you, and fetch
her out of that. Bring her home, and don't you nor she go down there
again. Maybe it's no harm, but it's safe to do as I tell you. Now go,
and I'll come. Don't let the grass grow under your feet.
Norton was not used to be ordered about quite so decidedly; it
struck him as an amusing variety in his life. However he divined that
Miss Redwood might have some deep reason for being so energetic, and he
was not slow in getting back to Briery Bank; so his mother's place was
called. The house was shut up, as he and Matilda had left it, and he
went on down to the home of the sick people. There he found Matilda as
he had left her. Norton only put his head into the sick-room and called
Miss Redwood is coming, he said.
I'm so glad! I knew she would, said Matilda. She will know what
to do. They all seem stupid, Norton, except the woman who is out of her
Yes, she will know what to do, said Norton; and you had better
come away now. You don't.
I can do something, though, said Matilda. I can give the medicine
and the beef tea. Why, there was nobody even to give the medicine,
Norton. I found it here with the doctor's directions; and nobody had
taken it till I came, not one of these poor people. But oh, the rooms
are so disagreeable with so many invalids in them! you can't think.
I can, for I've been in them, said Norton. And once is enough.
They have got the medicine now, Pink; you needn't stay any longer.
Oh yes, but I must. I must till Miss Redwood comes. The medicine
will have to be taken again in a little while.
It can wait till she gets here. You come away, Pink. Miss Redwood
said you should.
She didn't know what there was for me to do, or she wouldn't have
said it. I can't go, Norton.
But you must, Pink. She said so. Suppose these people should
be ill with something dreadful? you can't tell.
I am sure they would want a nurse then.
But you might get ill, you know.
Well, Norton, I'm not afraid.
You might get sick, all the same, if you're not afraid,
said Norton, impatiently. Come, Pink, you must come.
I can't, Norton. I must go in and give them some more beef tea now,
in a minute. They can't take but ever so little at a time. It would be
very wrong to leave them as they are.
You might get ill, and die, said Norton.
Well, Norton, said Matilda, slowly, I don't think I am afraid of
that. I belong to Jesus. He will take care of me.
I don't think you know what you are talking of! said Norton, very
impatient, and very much at a loss how to manage Matilda.
Oh yes, I do! she said, smiling. Now I must go in. You
needn't come, for there wouldn't be anything for you to do.
Matilda disappeared; and Norton, wishing very much that he could lay
hold of her and carry her away by force, did not, however, feel that it
would exactly do. He sat down on the door stone of the house, he would
not go further, and waited. There was a delicious calm sunlight over
all the world that October afternoon; it puzzled Norton how there could
be a sick-house anywhere under such a sky. He heard the ponies stamping
their idle hoofs against the barn floor; they were spoiling for
exercise; why were he and Matilda not out driving, instead of having
this state of things? Then some gaily disposed crows went flying
overhead, calling a cheery reminder to each other as they went along;
they were having a good time. Norton chafed against the barriers
that hindered him. Suddenly a swift footstep came over the grass, and
Mr. Richmond stood before him.
Is this the house? he asked. Is Matilda here?
Yes, sir; and I've tried to get her out. And I can't.
Mr. Richmond went in without more words. A moment after Matilda
opened the door he had shut.
Well! will you go now? said Norton.
I must. Mr. Richmond will not let me stay.
Mr. Richmond himself came again to the door.
Norton, said he, I am going to ask you to take Matilda to the
parsonage. The best thing will be for you and her to make your home
there, until Mrs. Laval gives further orders. You will both be heartily
welcome. Will you take her there and take care of her until I come
Thank you, sir, said Norton, it is not necessary
You must let my word go for that, said the minister, smiling. If
not necessary, I think it prudent. I wish it; and I invite both of you.
It would be treating me very ill to refuse me, and I am sure you will
not do that. I trust you to take care of Matilda until I get home. The
house will be quite alone when Miss Redwood leaves it. Is anybody in
the house on the bank?
No, sir; nobody.
I will lock it up, then, and bring the key. Go in and put up
anything you will want for a day or two, and I will send it after you.
With a nod and a smile at them Mr. Richmond went in again. The two
children looked at each other, and then began to mount the bank.
You do what Mr. Richmond tells you, remarked Norton.
Of course, said Matilda. So do you.
It wouldn't be civil to do anything else, said Norton. But isn't
it jolly, that you and I should go to make a visit at the parsonage!
What is a parsonage like? It isn't like other houses, I suppose.
Why, yes, it is, said Matilda; just like; only a minister lives
That makes the difference, said Norton. Don't you feel as if you
were in church all the time? I shall, I know.
Why, no, Norton! what an idea. Mr. Richmond's house is not like a
Isn't he like a minister?
Why, yes, of course! said Matilda, with some indignation. He
isn't like your minister, Norton.
Why? said Norton, laughing.
I don't know. He isn't stiff. He don't dress unlike other people.
He is just as pleasant as anybody else can be; and a great deal
pleasanter, I think.
What you call good people, generally are stiff, said Norton.
Oh no, Norton, they are not. What makes you think so?
You were very stiff just now, said Norton.
Oh, do you mean that sort of stiffness? But, Norton, I
thought there was something I could do there, you know, and I didn't
think I ought to come away.
Getting to the top of the bank broke off the discussion. Matilda and
Norton each had things to get together to go to the parsonage; and it
was necessary to change their dress. The sun was well on his westing
way when they left the iron gate of Briery Bank, bag in hand; and in
the little lane of the parsonage the elm trees cast broad and long
shadows. As they came up on the piazza, Miss Redwood opened the door.
Her hood and shawl were on, and she had a basket in her hand. She
What is it now? she said. What's wanting?
Nothing, said Matilda; only Mr. Richmond has sent us here.
He has! said the housekeeper. You've come to stop?
Mr. Richmond says so. He wished it.
Well, what'll you do? said Miss Redwood, coming to a sort of
pause. There ain't a living soul in the house, and there won't be,
'cept the minister himself; and how he'll get along I don't know. I
can't be in two places at once.
Can't I get the tea, Miss Redwood?
La, I don't know but what you kin. Come along in, and let me tell
you. There's bread all baked, this afternoonit ain't cold yetenough
to last a siege; it's in that pantry, Matilda, in the bread box. You
know there's all the cups; and saucers; and tea things, for you've seen
me get 'em out; and the tea canister, and the sugar. And the milk is
down cellar, in a pan, and there's cream onto it. Can you skim it off
and keep it cream yet, for the minister's tea?
Oh yes; I can do that, Miss Redwood.
Then you'll get along for to-night; and I'll try and be round in
the morning, if I kin. But you'll want sheetsThere's the bed in the
spare room off the hall; that's all ready for one of ye; I got it fixed
up Saturday for somebody that never come; 'tain't everybody as sticks
to his word like the minister. La, I get weary with the folks that are
like Job's brooks; they say and don't do; and when you expect 'em they
ain't there. I was put out, o' Saturday, when I found out that was how
it was with this man; but there's good in everything, if you can keep
your patience; now the room's ready, and it wouldn't ha' been ready;
for I had a lot o' apples there dryin', and a board full o' fresh
turnpikes was on the bed; they was gettin' finished; and I had a
quilt in a corner that I had sot up on the sticks and it was a'most
done quiltin'; and all them things I had to fly round and get rid of;
and I've no time for anything now. So, dear, that room'll do for one of
ye, and the otheryou can put the sheets on the bed, can't ye? for the
minister'll be playin' nurse till I come, and I wish I had Jack's
seven-mile boots to get to Briery Bank with.
While this talk was going on, Miss Redwood had brought Matilda
up-stairs, and was taking out linen and coverlets from a press in one
of the rooms. Matilda said she could manage everything, with Norton's
Then I'll go, said Miss Redwood. But if I shouldn't be able fur
to run away in the morning and see to the breakfast!
She stopped, thinking.
Dear Miss Redwood, won't you trust me to do it? I think I can.
What sort of a breakfast will it be? said the housekeeper,
I'll try to have it right.
La, yes, if it depended on your tryin', said the housekeeper;
your will is as good as gold; but will won't cook a beefsteak.
I'll try, said Matilda again.
Well, said Miss Redwood, we must walk till we get out o' the
woods, and then we'll run. The minister ain't accustomed to have his
steak any way, but as he likes it; maybe it'll do him no harm.
Everything's down cellar, Matilda, 'cept the things in the kitchen
pantry; and you'll find out which is which. And I'll go.
So she did. And as the door closed after her, the two children in
the hall looked at each other.
Nobody in the house? said Norton.
Nobody but ourselves.
That's jolly, said Norton. Pink, I have got that catalogue in my
pocket; let us sit down somewhere and make out a list of those
O Norton!Yes, I will in a little while. I must go get the table
ready for tea; and I had better do it now before Mr. Richmond comes
You and I seem to have a great deal of getting tea to do, said
Norton, as he followed Matilda into the little dining-room. What do
you want me to do?
O Norton! if you would just look and see if the tea-kettle is on,
and if not, put it on. Will you?
Just open that door. There is the kitchen.
I remember, said Norton. No, the kettle isn't on. Here goes.
There was a little busy, pleasant bustle, for a time; and then
Matilda, with Norton's help, had got everything in order for the
evening meal. The sun was near setting, and threw bright lines of light
in at the two little west windows, filling the small dining-room with
pure gold; then it went down, and the gold was gone, and only in the
low western sky the brightness remained.
It's time for the minister to be at home, Norton said.
He has a great deal to do, Matilda answered.
What? said Norton. I always thought the parsons had an easy time
of it. I could write two themes a week, I think, if I tried hard.
Norton! Matilda exclaimed, it isn't that; and Mr. Richmond
doesn't write themes, as you call it, to begin with.
That must be harder then, said Norton; to stand up and speak to
people without anything to say.
Why he doesn't! said Matilda. Mr. Richmond always has plenty to
say. I suppose he could talk all day, if he didn't get tired.
I mean preaching, said Norton.
Yes, and I mean preaching, said Matilda.
Where is it to come from? said the boy, pursing his lips ready for
Why, out of his head, and out of his heart, said Matilda. Where
should it come from?
I say, Pink, said Norton, it's very funny for me to be here. I
don't think I can stand it long.
This. Being at the parsonage and getting talked to. I suppose I
Norton, said Matilda, confidently, you'll like it. It's just
I don't know about that, said Norton. It feels queer. I believe I
Matilda laughed at his very un-fear-like face; and then the front
door opened and shut. Mr. Richmond had come.
It was a jolly tea they had, Norton confessed afterwards. Mr.
Richmond went rummaging among Miss Redwood's stores and brought out a
jar of sweetmeats; in honour, he said, of his guests. The sweetmeats
were good, and so was Miss Redwood's fresh bread. And there was indeed
plenty of talk at the table; but it was not in the least like
preaching. From the sick Swiss, and their voyage, Mr. Richmond and
Norton somehow got upon the subject of navigation and commerce, with
ships ancient and modern, and a little touch here and there showing how
much these things have had to do with the history of the world and the
life of nations. Mr. Richmond and Norton talked and talked; and Matilda
listened, and made the tea, and enjoyed it all very much, seeing too
what a good time Norton was having.
After tea, they removed into the study. Mr. Richmond asked them to
come there, saying he was going to play this evening. He built up a
beautiful fire, and gave Norton a book to look at; while he himself sat
for awhile quite silent, looking into the blaze, and only moving now
and then to take care that it was kept up. So Matilda found the two,
when she had put the tea things away and followed them to the study.
The red curtains were drawn across the windows; the red light of the
fire leaped and shone all through the room; in the glow of it Norton
sat brooding over his book, and before it Mr. Richmond sat thinking.
But he held out his hand as Matilda came in, and asked if his little
housekeeper had got all things straight. Matilda came to his
outstretched hand, which drew her to his side; and the room was still
again. Matilda stood motionless. By and by Norton glanced up at her
from his book, and covertly smiled. It started Matilda's thoughts.
Are you not going to be busy, Mr. Richmond? she ventured, gently.
Not doing anything at all, said Mr. Richmond, rousing himself. I
have been busy all day, Matilda. I am going to do nothing to-night.
What is it?
Will it be doing anything to talk to Norton and me?
I can't say, Mr. Richmond replied, laughing a little. Perhaps you
will find me work to do, but I'll risk it. What do you want to talk
There was a questionNorton and I could not tell what the answer
ought to be. I believe he thought one way, and I thought another.
What was the question? said Mr. Richmond; while Norton's face
looked up from his book, bright with the same query.
We were talkingit was about opportunities, you know, Mr.
Richmond; the opportunities that having money gives people; and we
couldn't tell, Norton and I, how far one ought to go. Norton said
people must stop somewhere; and I suppose they must. Where ought they
Matilda's face looked very earnest. Norton's, comical.
Where ought they to stop in giving money, you mean?
Yes, sir. For doing good, you know, and making other people
It is rather a large question. Were you afraid of giving too much,
or of giving too little?
I think one of us was afraid of giving too much, and the other of
giving too little.
The best way is to go to the Bible and see what that says. May I
trouble one of you to open it at the Second Epistle to the Corinthians,
and read what you find in the seventh verse of the ninth chapter?
Norton dropped his book and sprang to do the service asked for. He
read the words
'Every man according as he purposeth in his heart, so let him give;
not grudgingly, or of necessity: for God loveth a cheerful giver.'
Norton read, and looked up, as much as to say, What now? how does
I don't see how that tells, Mr. Richmond, said Matilda.
It tells one or two things. You are to give out of your heart; not
because somebody else asks you, or some other body says you ought.
That would not please God. You are to do what you like to
do; much or little, as you feel.
But ought it to be much or little?
As you feel. As your heart says.
But then, Mr. Richmond, will the Lord be just as well pleased
whether it is much or little?
Norton will please read the sixth verse.
'But this I say, He which soweth sparingly shall reap also
sparingly; and he which soweth bountifully shall reap also
But that don't tell either, said Norton, when he had read.
I think it does, said Matilda, slowly. It tells one thing. Mr.
Richmond, it doesn't tell how much one ought to like to give.
That was the very question between Norton and me; and we could not
Don't you see, Matilda, that everybody's heart would give its own
answer to that question?
But, Mr. Richmond, surely there is a right and a wrong answer?
I am afraid a good many wrong answers, said Mr. Richmond.
Norton looked as if he would like to say something, but modestly
kept back before the minister. Mr. Richmond caught the look.
Speak out, Norton, said he, smiling. Truth will always bear to be
I don't know much about it, sir, said Norton. Only it seems to
me, that if one begins to help other people all one can, one will soon
want helping himself.
Ah! said Mr. Richmond. Read the next verse now.
The next to the seventh, sir?'And God is able to make all grace
abound toward you; that ye, always having all sufficiency in all
things, may abound to every good work.'
That does not sound as if Matilda were in any danger of growing
poor through helping Mrs. Eldridge, does it?
But, sir! said Norton, the more one gives away, the less one has
for one's self?
It does not always work so, said Mr. Richmond. The Bible says,
'There is that scattereth, and yet increaseth.'
Norton did not know exactly how to fight for his opinions, and so
was silent, like a well-bred boy as he was; but Matilda's feeling was
I understand, she said; at least I think I do; but, Mr. Richmond,
this does not get Norton and me out of our puzzle. You don't mean that
people ought to keep nothing for themselves?
'Every man according as he purposeth in his heart,' Mr. Richmond
repeated. That is the order. There have been people, Matilda, who have
given their all for the sake of the Lord Jesus, and kept, as you say,
nothing for themselves. It was in their heart. I cannot blame them, for
one. He did not.
But ought every one to do so?
Matilda, I dare not set any rule but the rule my Master has set.
He said, 'He that forsaketh not all that he hath, he cannot be my
People don't do that, sir, said Norton, eagerly.
Ought they to do it, sir? said Matilda, timidly. To give
away all they have got?
He did not say, 'give away,' but 'forsake.' The word means
literally 'to take leave of.' They give up thinking that what they have
is their own; and from that time stand ready to give it away entirely,
if the Master says so.
Is that religion, sir? Norton asked.
But, Mr. Richmond, Matilda said, in another tone, that is the
very thing. How are they to know when He does tell them to give these
We are coming to it now, said Mr. Richmond. You want to know what
religion is, Norton. Please turn to the fifth chapter of that same
epistle to the Corinthians, and read aloud thelet me seeI think it
is the fourteenth and fifteenth verses.
'For the love of Christ constraineth us; because we thus judge,
that if one died for all, then were all dead: and that He died for all,
that they which live should not henceforth live unto themselves, but
unto Him which died for them and rose again.'
That is your answer, said Mr. Richmond; that is religion. Now for
Matilda's answerNorton, turn to the Epistle to the Colossians, and
the third chapter, and read the seventeenth verse.
'And whatsoever ye do, in word or deed, do all in the name of the
Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God and the Father, by Him.'
There is your rule, Matilda. It is carrying out the former words.
You have only to apply that to everything you do.
What is doing all in the name of the Lord? Norton asked.
Not in your own name; not as though you were your own master; not
as seeking first your own pleasure or advancement; not as using your
own things. Correlatively, for the Lord; for His pleasure, for His
service, as belonging to Him.
'In word or deed,' said Matilda. That means giving and
But then, in religion one would never be free, said Norton.
How, never be free?
Why, one must act as if one never be longed to one's self.
We don't, said Mr. Richmond. We are not our own; we are
bought with a price. And we never were free till now.
But, if I go to buy a coat said Norton; and he stopped.
Yes, if you go to buy a coat, you will remember that you and the
coat are the Lord's together; and you will buy that coat which you
think is the one He would like you to wear, and in which you can best
work for Him; and not use His money for any other.
Norton was silent, not because he had no thoughts to speak. Matilda
was silent, but with a very different face. It was serious, sweet,
meditative, and content.
I see how it is, Mr. Richmond, she said, at last, looking up to
his face. Thank you, sir.
It is very nice to have people apply sermons for themselves,
Matilda, said the minister.
Miss Redwood did not come back the next morning to get breakfast. No
sign of her. Mr. Richmond and Matilda managed it, between them. Norton,
I am afraid, was not up till Matilda called him, and that was when the
coffee was nearly ready.
Matilda learned how to get breakfast at the parsonage, and Norton
learned to be up and help her; for they made a long stay at the old
brown house. Mrs. Laval's Swiss servants were all down with ship fever;
and the two children were forbidden to come even near the house. Mrs.
Laval herself staid at home and did what she could for the sufferers;
but she and Miss Redwood kept house alone together. Not a servant would
be hired to come within reach of the dreadful contagion; and not a
friend thought it was any use to go there just then to see anybody.
Mrs. Laval and Miss Redwood had it all to themselves, with no one to
look at besides but Mr. Richmond and the doctor. Mr. Richmond came to
The flow of human sympathy went all to the house with the brown
door. It was remarkable how many friends were eager to know how the
children got on; and how many more were anxious to be allowed to come
in to help Matilda.
What shall I do, Mr. Richmond? she would say. There have been
three this morning.
Who were they, Tilly?
Mrs. Barth, and Miss Van Dyke, and Miss Spenseroh, there were
four!and Ailie Swan.
Do you want Ailie to help you?
No, Mr. Richmond; I don't want anybody but Norton.
Well, I don't. You may tell them that we do not want anybody,
Matilda. I have seen Mrs. Pottenburg; she will come in to scrub floors
and do the hard work.
So for several weeks the two children and the minister kept house
together; in a way highly enjoyed by Matilda, and I think by Mr.
Richmond too. Even Norton found it oddly pleasant, and got very fond of
Mr. Richmond, who, he declared privately to Matilda, was a brick of the
right sort. All the while the poor Swiss people at Mrs. Laval's
farmhouse were struggling for life, and their two nurses led a weary,
lonely existence. Norton sometimes wished he and Matilda could get at
the gray ponies and have a good drive; but Matilda did not care about
it. She would rather not be seen out of doors. As the weeks went on,
she was greatly afraid that her aunt would come back and reclaim her.
And Mrs. Candy did come back; and meeting Mr. Richmond a day or two
after her return, she desired that he would send Matilda home to her.
She had just learned where she was, she said.
You know that Matilda has been exposed to ship fever? said Mr.
No. I heard she was at your house.
But not until she had been in the house with the fever patients,
and nursing them, before any one knew what was the matter. Had she not
better stay where she is, at least until we can be certain that she has
got no harm?
Well, perhaps, said Mrs. Candy, looking confused; it is very
perplexing; I cannot expose my daughter
She will stay where she is, said Mr. Richmond, for the present.
He never told Matilda of this encounter. And before another week had
gone, Mrs. Candy and Clarissa had again left Shadywalk.
So week after week went by peacefully. The beautiful days of October
were all past; November winds came, and the trees were bare, and the
frosts at night began to be severe. The sick people were getting
better, and terrible qualms of fear and sorrow now and then swept over
Matilda's heart. Her aunt would surely want her back now, and she
should never finish her visit at Mrs. Laval's!
One day she was in Mr. Richmond's study, all alone, thinking so.
There was a flurry of snow in the air, the first snow of the season,
falling thickly on the grass, and eddying in windy circles through the
pine trees. Matilda had knelt in a chair at the window to watch it,
with that spasm of fear at her heart. Now it is winter! she thought.
Aunt Candy must be home soon. Yet the whirling great flakes of
snow were so lovely, that in a few minutes they half distracted her
from her fear.
It came back again when she saw Mr. Richmond appear from the end of
the church porch and make his way across the snow towards the parsonage
door. Matilda watched him lovingly; then was possessed with a sudden
notion that he was bringing her news. He walks as if he had something
to say, she said to herself; and he will come in and say it.
He came in and warmed his hands at the fire, without sitting down;
certainly there was an air of business about him, as she had
thought. Matilda stood watching and waiting; that fear at her heart.
Where's Norton? said Mr. Richmond.
He went out a good while ago. I don't know, sir.
I suppose you have expected to hear of your aunt's coming home,
before now, Matilda?
Yes, sir, said the child. He watched her furtively. No curiosity,
no question; her face settled rather into a non-expectant state, as if
all were fixed for her for evera look Mr. Richmond did not like to
She has come home.
He saw the colour flit on Matilda's cheek; her mouth had quitted its
lines of peace and gaiety and become firm; she said nothing.
You are not glad to hear of it, Matilda.
It is no pleasure to tell you of it; but it is necessary. How do
you feel towards her now?
Mr. Richmond, said the child, slowly, I think I don't hate her
But you would like to be excused from living with her?
Matilda did not reply; no answer was necessary to so self-evident a
proposition; the child seemed to be gathering her forces, somehow,
Take courage, said her friend. I have concluded that you never
shall live with her any more. That is at an end.
He saw the lightning flash of delight come into Matilda's eyes; a
streak of red showed itself on her cheek; but she was breathless,
waiting for more words to make her understand how this could be, or
that she had heard right.
It's true, said Mr. Richmond.
Buthow then? said Matilda.
Mrs. Laval wants you.
Wants me? Matilda repeated, anxiously.
She wants you, to keep you for her own child. She lost a little
daughter once. She wants you to be in that little daughter's place, and
to live with her always.
But, aunt Candy will not, said Matilda, she will not
Your aunt Candy has consented. I have arranged that. It is safely
done, Matilda. You are to live with Mrs. Laval, and be her child from
Matilda still looked at Mr. Richmond for a minute or two, as if
there must be words to follow that would undo the wonderful tale of
these; but seeing that Mr. Richmond only smiled, there came a great
change over the child's face. The fixedness broke up. Yet she did not
smile; she seemed for the instant to grow grave and old; and clasping
her little hands, she turned away from Mr. Richmond and walked the
breadth of the room and back. Then she stood still again beside the
table, sober and pale. She looked at Mr. Richmond, waiting to hear
It is all true, said her friend.
Is it for always? Matilda asked, in a low voice.
Yes. Even so. Mrs. Laval was very earnest in wishing it. I judged
you would not be unwilling, Matilda.
The child said nothing, but the streak of colour began again to come
into her cheeks.
You are now to be Mrs. Laval's child. She adopts you for her own.
In all respects, except that of memory, you are to be as if you had
been born hers.
Does Norton know?
I have not spoken to him. I really cannot tell.
Again silence fell. Matilda stood with her eyes downcast, the colour
deepening in each cheek. Mr. Richmond watched her.
Have I done right? he asked.
You, sir? said Matilda, looking up.
Yes. Have I done right? I have made no mistake for your happiness?
Did you do it, sir?
Yes, in one way. Mrs. Laval wished it; I arranged it. You know your
mother left me the power. Have I done right?
Mr. Richmond, said the child, slowly, I am afraid to think.
Her friend smiled again, and waited till the power of speech should
Was aunt Candy willing? she said then.
No, I do not think she was willing. I think the plan was not
agreeable to her. But she gave her consent to it. The reasons in favour
of the plan were so strong that she could not help that.
Matilda privately wondered that any reasons could have had so much
weight; and rather fancied that Mr. Richmond had been the strongest
reason of them all.
And it is all done? she said, lifting up her eyes.
All done. Arranged and finished. But Mrs. Laval is afraid to have
you come home before next week.
Mr. Richmond, said the child, coming close, and stealing her hand
into his, I am very much obliged to you!
Her friend sat down and drew his arm around her; and Matilda's other
hand on his shoulder, they were both still, thinking, for some little
Mr. Richmond, Matilda whispered, I think I am somebody else.
I hope not, Tilly.
Everything in the world seems different.
Very naturally; but you can keep your self yet, I trust. If I
thought not, I should wish the whole thing undone.
I ought to be better, said Matilda.
We ought always to be better. Circumstances cannot change that.
Nothing happens that the Lord does not mean shall help us to be
better. And yet, sometimes circumstances seem to make it more
These don't, Mr. Richmond; do they?
I don't know, Tilly. They may.
I will not forestall them, Tilly. If you watch, you will soon find
out, whether they do or not.
Are you afraid I shall be different, Mr. Richmond? not
growing better, I mean.
I have not seen you tried, except in one way, you know.
I shall have more opportunities; shall I not, Mr. Richmond?
Different opportunities. You have had no lack of them so far, have
Of one sort, Mr. Richmond.
Ah, but remember, my child, we are never without opportunities to
do the Lord's will; plenty of opportunities. What you are thinking of
now, is opportunity to do your own will; isn't it?
I was thinking of helping people, and doing things for those who
have no money.
Yes. And is not that a pleasure?
Oh yes, sir.
When the Lord puts it out of our power to have this pleasure, it
shows that those things are not His will for us just then, eh?
What is our opportunity then?
I know what you mean, Mr. Richmond. You mean, that then we can be
Yes; if it is God's will. We must be content always to do that.
But I suppose, said Matilda, I shall, maybe, have more
chance to do those things, Mr. Richmond.
If so, I hope you will do them. But I want you to be always ready
to do all the will of God. It is easy to pick out a pleasant duty here
and there, or an unpleasant duty even; and stand ready to be faithful
in that. But I want you to watch and be faithful in all things, that
you may prove what is that good and acceptable and perfect will of
I will try, Mr. Richmond.
In every change of circumstances, Matilda, we find both new
opportunities and new difficulties. God has something new for us in
every change. The thing is, to be ready for it.
How can one always find out, Mr. Richmond, what it is?
If you watch, and are obedient, the Lord will show it to you.
Norton's step sounded on the piazza. Mr. Richmond loosened the hold
of his arm, and Matilda rushed off. Not so fast but that she stopped
midway between him and the door and said, soberly
Thank you, Mr. Richmond. I think I understand. I will try.
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