A Little World Part 26

"Wrong of you to go on talking in that way," said Mrs Jared, impetuously; "and, for my part, I don't believe that it is as you say.

There's some misfortune or something happened to him, or--"

"Don't, for goodness' sake, talk in that way to her," said Jared, "or you'll complete the mischief. It's as well as it is, and the sooner she forgets it all, the better. Nothing could ever have come of it, and I should never have given my consent, even if he had kept to his professed determination. Richard would always have been against it; and, goodness knows, there's estrangement enough between us without our doing anything to increase the distance. Look at us: poor people, with poor-people friends,--old Purkis and Tim Ruggles, and those aristocrats in Decadia; and then look at Richard and his--"

"Richard's a selfish--"

"Hush! don't, please, dear," said Jared, with a pained look; and he laid his hand gently upon his wife's lips, when, smoothing her forehead, she exclaimed--

"Well, I won't then; but it does make me angry when I think of his money, and then of how poor we are, while somehow the poorer we get, the more tiresome the children grow. You've no conception how cross they are at times."

"Haven't I?" said Jared, drily.

"No," said Mrs Jared, impetuously; "how can you have?"

"Did you wash the little ones this morning, my dear?" said Jared.

"Wash them! Why, of course; at least Patty did, the same as usual."

"Notice anything peculiar between their shoulders, either of you--any strange sprouting growth?"

"Goodness, gracious! no," exclaimed Mrs Pellet, with a shudder. "Why, what do you mean? Surely there's no dreadful infectious thing about for which they are sickening? Surely Patty has brought home nothing from that dreadful place of Wragg's? What do you mean?"

"Oh! nothing," said Jared, coolly; "only you seemed under the impression that the little ones were, or ought to be, angels, and I was anxious to hear of the advent of sprouting wings."

"Stuff!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Mrs Jared; and then, directly after, "just look here at Totty's boots."

"Well, they are on the go," said Jared, turning the little leather understandings in his hands.

"On the go!" said his wife; "why they're quite gone. It does seem such a thing when he's rolling in riches!"

"Who? Totty?" said Jared, innocently.

"Stuff!" said Mrs Jared, in her impetuous way. "Why, Richard, to be sure. He could buy oceans of boots, and never feel the loss."

"Very true," said Jared, without pausing to think what number of pairs would form oceans. "But then, my dear, he'd have no Tottys to put in them."

"And a good thing, too," said Mrs Jared, "seeing what an expense they are."

"I don't know that, my dear," said Jared, softly. "They are an expense certainly, and it does seem hard upon us; but I don't know, after all, but what ours is the happier home."

"The man came for the poor-rate to-day," said Mrs Jared, melting, but still frigid.

"That's nothing new, my dear," said Jared; "he's always coming. Our little ones are healthy and strong and happy."

"Have you thought about the rent being nearly due?" said Mrs Jared, who would not give in yet.

"Yes," said Jared; "I have thought about it, for I never get a chance of forgetting it, my dear. It always seems to me that there are eight quarters in poor-people's years. But, as I was saying about the children, they are happy and merry, and the doctor comes seldom--that is," he said, with a comical look, "with exceptions, my dear--with exceptions."

Mrs Jared tried to knit her brows and frown, but she could not, for the corner of a smile would peep out at one angle of her mouth; and, somehow or other, as they sat alone by the fire that night, Jared's arm crept round his wife's waist, and her head went down upon his shoulder.

"Plenty," said Jared, "certainly; but I don't think you would like to part with any one of them."

"Oh! how can you!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Mrs Jared; and she quite shivered at the thought.

"And I never saw you obliged to make chest-warmers for them because they were delicate, or compelled to get cod-liver oil for them because they were thin and weak, and--"

"Oh! don't talk so, pray," exclaimed Mrs Jared. "That poor child! it gives me the heartache to see her, when Ruggles brings her with him.

I'd give almost anything to have the poor little thing here for the short time she's for this world."

"Think she's so bad as that?" said Jared.

"Oh! yes; her poor little bones show so dreadfully. I don't think she's neglected, for Ruggles is too good-hearted for that; but that horrid woman would almost keep her from getting well. Now, if we had her with ours, and--"

"Didn't you say the collector called to-day?" said Jared.

"Yes," said his wife;--"had her here with ours, and Patty and I attended well to her, she might get through the winter, and--what did you say?"

"I didn't speak," said Jared. "I was only thinking about the rent."

"And, besides," said Mrs Jared, "as she is so young--"

"How much would a pair of boots cost for Totty?" said Jared.

"Really, it is too bad!" exclaimed Mrs Jared; "and I can't help thinking about the poor little thing."

"And how well and hearty our own are, even if we are poor," said Jared.

So Mrs Jared sighed, and contrived to put a patch on the side of Totty's boots, and they lasted another week.

Volume 2, Chapter VII.

BETWEEN FRIENDS.

For quite a month, as far as the vicar could tell, the poor-boxes had rest, and Mr Timson's ears were not so much troubled with the objectionable money texts. Divers games of cribbage were played, and divers pipes and gla.s.ses of gin-and-water enjoyed, as the late robberies were discussed. During these discussions the vicar would enlighten his crony upon the subject of the various plans he had adopted to see whether the boxes had been opened.

The matter was also freely discussed at Purkis's and Ruggles's, as well as at Duplex Street; the same verdict being arrived at in each house-- namely, that it was very strange.

Mrs Purkis thought she could fit the cap on the right head if she had to do with the matter, and Mr Purkis told her to hold her tongue. Mrs Ruggles, too, gave a sidewise look at her husband, and told him that it was not her business, but she could give a very shrewd guess at the culprit; though, when pressed on the subject, she only nipped her lips very tightly, and said, "Never mind."

As for Mrs Jared, she only declared it to be very sad, and then the matter was allowed to drop.

The vicar, too, seemed to have almost forgotten the matter, until one morning when he hurried into Mr Timson's counting-house, looking so much put out that the churchwarden directly guessed what was the matter, and before his friend could say a word, exclaimed--

"You don't mean it, sir?"

"But I do mean it, Mr Timson," said the vicar; "and really," he continued poking at the inkstand with the ferule of his umbrella--"and really, I should be glad if you would not treat this matter so lightly, sir. It grieves me very, very deeply, Mr Timson, I can a.s.sure you."

"Mind the ink, sir," said Mr Timson, placing the bright metal stand out of his visitor's reach. "I don't treat it lightly, sir. It's no joke, and I'm as much put out as yourself. You don't think I want the poor-boxes robbed, do you, sir?" and he spoke with a puffing snort between every two or three words, as if getting warm.