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
What on earth was to be done with them? Every person in the house
might get into trouble, if they were left to die. The house, small as
it was, accommodated five or six distinct families--each occupying
room--in addition to two bachelors--one a vagrant, the other hawker in
cheap glassware. These last could not be expected to assume the
slightest shadow of responsibility. At length, a bright idea struck a
charitable woman in the house. Armed only with calico apron with a
large bib and an immense pocket in front (like stomacher), the
charitable soul went about to solicit contributions in aid of the
infants. As she walked round and about the narrow alleys and courts,
soliciting from everybody, she made quite a stir in the neighbourhood
by the vigorous manner in which she rattled the coppers in her
capacious pocket. A great many gave, farthings and halfpence being in
the ascendant--the largest contribution being given by the bachelor
vagrant above mentioned, who gave twopence with the air of a
gentleman--better still, with the true spirit of one; for he gave more
than he could afford, and took no glory to himself for the action.
Attracted by the rattle of the coppers, a singular-looking little man,
with a shrivelled face, came to the door of his shop, and was
instantly accosted by the kindhearted soul.
'_You'll_ give a copper or two, I know, Mr. Virtue,' said the woman.
'Then you know more than I do,' replied the man. 'I don't give. I
lend.'
'What'll you lend on 'em, then?' asked the woman good-humouredly.
'Lend on what?'
'On the poor little twins that was born in our house a fortnight ago?'
'O, that's what you're up to,' exclaimed the man, whose eyes were the
most extraordinary pair that ever were seen in human face--for one was
as mild as London milk, and the other glared like fury. 'That's what
you're up to. Collectin' for them brats afore they learn to tell lies
for theirselves.'
'They're as sweet a pair as ever you see,' said the woman. 'Just give
it a thought, Mr. Virtue; you're a man o' sense----'
'Yah!' from the man, in the most contemptuous of tones, and with the
fiercest of glares from his furious eye.
'There they are, without mother, as 'elpless as 'elpless can be,'
persisted the woman, with wonderful display of cheerfulness. 'Come,
now, you'll give a copper although you _do_ look so grumpy.'
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