A Little World Part 10

"Bother the fellow! why did he put it like that, so as to make a man eat his words? Why, I hate to see the nasty one-sided looks of the woman; and I know if I help her into the church, she'll do me an ill turn for it some time or other."

"Nonsense," cried Mrs Jared. "Depend upon it the woman has some good qualities."

"Ah! it's all very fine!" said Jared. "You'd take the very devil's part, if you saw him in trouble."

"Hush!" exclaimed Mrs Jared; "and now you'll do your best now, won't you, and do Mr Ruggles a good turn?"--the Mr was slightly emphasised.

"I promised him you would."

"Men are lords of the creation," muttered Jared; "man is a free agent.

Ah, well! are we going out to-night?"

"Yes, and to see Janet home," was the reply; and soon after, Mrs Jared stood, big basket in hand, and ready, for it was marketing night, and there were the wants of the household to supply.

Volume 1, Chapter XVI.

PURKIS'S EMPORIUM.

"I'm always glad to get out of this place," said Mrs Jared; and she hurried her steps as they turned out of Brownjohn Street, where they had left Janet in safety, Monsieur Canau being absent at his theatrical duties; but they had seen D. Wragg, who had insisted upon Jared taking back a couple of unfortunate sparrows in a paper-bag. "Just to please the children," the dealer had said. They had also seen Mrs Winks, and made an appointment with that lady concerning soap and soda: and now the providing had to be attended to in the busy street to which they made their way.

It was sharp work that providing, now at the butcher's, now at the greengrocer's, and now at the grocer's that was not green; then they went to get a piece of the very fine prime old Cheshire from the next shop, with five eggs for sixpence, and b.u.t.ter and lard. Then the big basket began to grow heavy, and there was no more room in Jared's pockets, nor yet under Mrs Jared's shawl; and their steps were directed, as Jared supposed, homewards, as he groaned beneath his load.

For Jared Pellet always was loaded. No sooner did he take a weight off his shoulders than one a.s.serted itself upon his mind. But it did not matter, he said, so long as he did not get so much more than his share.

Upon the present occasion he felt like a man carrying a sheet of plate-gla.s.s down Fleet Street; for he had apples in the same pocket with the eggs, and that pocket being disposed to bulge, people would keep coming in contact, even though he used a market bunch of greens as the "ease-her-stop-her" boys do the fenders on the "Citizen" steamers to soften collision or contact with pier.

Then, too, there was Mrs Jared to protect in the crowd, for she was a very little woman; and though she would not own to it, that big basket bothered her sadly, being a regular tyrant, and, in spite of the coolness of the night, keeping her in a profuse perspiration.

It really was a brute of a basket--one of those wicker enormities with a cross handle, two flaps, and a large interior. Plenty of room when you could get anything inside; but an abomination of obstinacy, which seemed to like to have goods carried half in and half out, top-heavy fashion, with the flap lids c.o.c.ked up and in the way of the handle.

And so it was upon the night in question; nothing would pack in as it should. The potatoes certainly did dive in properly when the scale was turned up; but the beef would not enter in spite of all the coaxing and contriving bestowed. No; it would not go in, but broke the wedge of fine old Cheshire all to crumbs; and there it was being carried home with the rough, red, freshly-sawed bone sticking out, and anointing with wet marrow Mrs Jared's second-best shawl. Even the tea-paper was broken, and "Timson's fine old family mixture" escaping in secret amongst the potatoes. However the moist sugar was safe, for it was being carried is a brown paper cone, balanced inside Jared's hat, to the serious alarm of the two sparrows, till Jared stopped for a moment at a street corner and let them fly.

Any one with sympathetic feelings will easily understand that homely shopping under such circ.u.mstances was rather trying to the temper. Mrs Jared's temper was tried, but it only displayed itself in slight compressions of her lips; and even this outward and visible sign of something wrong soon pa.s.sed off, giving place to an air of anxiety as they pa.s.sed through a by-street, where she suddenly arrested her husband.

The stopping-place was at a liberally painted shoemaker's shop, over which, in large letters, shone the golden words, "Purkis's Boot and Shoe Emporium," while the gilt flourishes and bands upon the board seemed to remind the beholder strangely of the beadle's uniform and wand of office.

"Hallo!" exclaimed Jared, waking up from a dream of Farmer's _Gloria in Excelsis_, "What do you want here?"

"Only to tell Mr Purkis to send for Totty's little boots," said Mrs Jared.

Jared was satisfied, and they entered, sending a small bell hung upon the half door into a very rage of ringing, to summon attendance, although the owner of the establishment was ponderously taking the measure of a customer's foot, by means of a long slip of paper and a sliding rule, slowly the while making entries upon the said white slip, and afterwards smearing them out and re-writing them. The next minute, though, he had fallen into a state of doubt, and measured again, till, in his confusion, he not only made himself extremely inky, but blotted his customer's white stockings.

But at last Mr Purkis had finished, sighed relief, dismissed the measured lady, with a promise very doubtful of fulfilment, taken off his gla.s.ses, and then turned to welcome his visitors, Mr Jared Pellet, organist of his (Mr Purkis's) church, being a customer held by him in some reverence.

A very warm, moist man was Mr Purkis in all weathers, and during conversation he was always busy dabbing his forehead, or wiping his neck or hands, even continuing the desiccating process sometimes within his shirt-collar; but his broad face was wreathed with smiles, and a Chesterfield could not have been more polite to his visitors as he responded to Jared's inquiries about his health.

"Not very well, sir," said Mr Purkis, taking up a huge clump-soled boot.

"I've been a deal worried to-day, sir, over this boot. Mr D. Wragg's, sir, as you recommended to come to me, and that leg of his as is shorter than the other never seems to keep the same length two days together, and I can't get the sole thick enough, even now. But he's a good customer all the same, and I thank you ever so much for recommending me to him. Make that dark gi--young lady's boots too, I do, sir; her as comes with the little Frenchman; but where he picks up _his_ boots, I don't know."

Here Mrs Jared cut a long story short by speaking about Totty's shoes.

He would send for those little shoes first thing in the morning, without fail; but would not Mr and Mrs Pellet step in.

Jared thought not, but Mrs Jared took the opposite, for she had other thoughts than shoes upon her mind; so declaring herself to be tired, she followed Mr Purkis into the back room, where Mrs Purkis left off ironing to dust a couple of chairs, and drew a small black saucepan, simmering upon the hob, a little farther from the cheery blaze.

"Poor Mrs Nimmer's dead and gone, sir," said Mr Purkis.

"Indeed!" said Jared and his wife together.

"Yes, sir--went very suddenly--only this very afternoon, sir. Forty year had she been pew-opener at St Runnles--twenty year before I took the beadleship."

The conversation had taken the very turn Mrs Jared desired; in fact, she had dragged Jared round in order to enlist Mr Purkis upon their side--at all events, to prevent him from trying to run a friend of his own. She was somewhat shocked at the suddenness of the beadle's announcement, yet she felt that, for the sake of a family friend, so good an opportunity must not be lost.

"Who is to be the new pew-opener, Mr Purkis?" she said, after a while.

"Who, mum?" said Purkis, after a good wipe; "I don't know, mum, I'm sure. I should like the Missus there to try, but she says she won't."

"Not if I know it, Joseph," exclaimed his lady, as if in doubt whether she might commence the undertaking in ignorance. "Not if I know it, Joseph," she exclaimed, polishing an iron with a duster, after giving it a vicious rub in the ashes. "If a married woman hasn't enough to do to mind her own house and bits of things, it's a pity. The church has got you, and has you a deal away from the business with weddings and such; and besides, I never opened pews, and I'm too old to learn now."

"Perhaps Mrs Purkis will think better of it," said Mrs Jared.

"Better of it! No, ma'am; nor worse, neither. I shall never commit myself by doing of it, as I've told Joseph a score of times."

"Then, under those circ.u.mstances, perhaps Mr Purkis would not mind helping a friend of ours to obtain that post?"

"Friend of yours, mum?" said Purkis, eagerly; "I'd do all I could in my way, mum, though that wouldn't be much. But," he exclaimed, as a bright thought seemed to strike him, "I could keep other people away."

"But that would hardly be fair," observed Mrs Jared.

"Perhaps we had better not go into that part of the business, mum," said Mr Purkis, with dignity. "Elections is things as ladies don't understand; and those in elections have to serve their own friends, and serve out their enemies. What we want to do is to remember Mr Pellet's kindness."

"Which we shall never forget," chimed in Mrs Purkis, looking up from her ironing in support of her husband's allusion to Jared's "donus," and a timely loan supplied at a time when Mr Purkis had got himself into what he termed "a mess" by obliging a friend in a bill transaction.

"'Taint every one as will put himself to inconvenience and help them as is pushed," said Mr Purkis.

"Which it's well enough we know that, Joseph," chimed in Mrs Purkis, halting in her task, and burning the mark of the flat-iron into the garment being smoothed.

"There! I must go, if you are going to keep this on," exclaimed Jared, rising from the chair in which he had been fidgeting about until it sc.r.a.ped upon the floor. "I can't stand this, you know," and he glanced from Purkis to his wife, who was wiping her eye upon the corner of her ap.r.o.n.

"Don't go, sir, please," exclaimed Purkis; "for I was going to say--to ask, you know--that is, if you wouldn't mind--"

Here he made a telegraphic signal with one arm to his wife, and in one sweep indicated "Clear away and lay the cloth." The signal having the effect upon Mrs Purkis of making her dab down an iron and raise the saucepan lid.

"We're very homely, Mr Pellet, sir," she said, as she diffused a savoury odour through the little room; "but if you wouldn't mind?"

Jared did not wish to stay, but Mrs Jared did, and she had her way, when, over a snug little supper, the pew-opening business was discussed in all its bearings, though frequently during his stay Jared was ready to get up and leave the place in consequence of the beadle's allusions to his kindness.

It was very plain, though, that Purkis and his wife looked up to their visitors as people far above the ordinary run; and after their departure, Mr Purkis dabbed himself for five minutes, and then, bringing his hand down upon his counter with a loud spang, he exclaimed, like a monarch bestowing dignities--

"She shall have it, that she shall."