Blade-O'-Grass. Golden Grain. and Bread and Cheese and Kisses.Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
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Blade-O'-Grass. Golden Grain. and Bread and Cheese and Kisses.
Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
Christmas stories; Fiction
You will, I am sure, be amazed to hear, that every night in
Stoney-alley, when the weather was in any way propitious, there was a
ball--an open-air ball; the orchestra, an Italian organ-grinder; the
company, nearly all the dirty boys and girls in the neighbourhood. At
a certain hour every evening an Italian organ-grinder, on whose dark
face a fixed expression of stolid gloomy melancholy for ever rested,
made his appearance in Stoney-alley; and, as if he were a lost soul,
and this agony was his penance, ground out of his afflicted organ a
string of waltzes and polkas and quadrilles, so inexpressibly dismal
that the very dogs howled in despair, and fled. But directly the first
note sounded--and that first note always came out with a wail--the
children, from two years old and upwards, began to congregate, and
without any curtseying, or bowing, or engaging of partners, the
strangest ball commenced that ever was seen.
Girls with babies in their arms glided round and round in the
entrancing waltz; children who could scarcely toddle toddled round;
and young ladies without encumbrances clasped each other by the waist,
and spun round in a state of beatific bliss. When the waltz music
ended with a groan, and the polka commenced with a wheeze, the big
children hopped and the toddlers toddled in perfect contentment. Then
came the quadrilles, in which many new figures were introduced, which
Belgravia might have profited by. But the strangest dance of all was a
Scotch reel, which, by some unearthly means, had got into this
decrepit organ, and which, being set to work by the inexorable handle,
came out of its hiding-place spasmodically, and with stitches in its
side. It was a sight to remember to see these ragged children dance
this Scotch reel, with their toes up to their knees, their right arms
elevated above their heads, and their left hands stuck in their sides
as if they grew there. Blade-o'-Grass had never had courage to join in
the revels; she had been too ragged and forlorn to claim equality with
even this ragged and forlorn troop. But now her prospects were
brightening, and her ambition was roused. The very evening following
that on which she visited the theatre she boldly joined the dancers.
And there she hopped and twirled and glided until the music ceased;
and every evening thereafter she made her appearance at the
entertainment as punctually as some people attend their places of
worship, and with more devotion than many. She was looked upon as a
guest of high distinction at the ball, for she was liberal with her
farthings and halfpence. In course of time she became one of the very
best dancers in the alley, and often and often dreamt that she was a
ballet-girl, and was twirling before an admiring audience, in the
shortest of short spangled skirts, and the pinkest of pink legs.
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