Family -- Juvenile fiction; Orphans -- Juvenile fiction
"Well, the home gives us up," said Grannie, "for we can't keep the
rooms ef we can't pay the rent, and the children can't be fed without
money. To put it plain, as far as the home goes, we're broke. That's
plain English. It's this 'and that has done it, and I'll never believe
in eddication from this time forward; but there's no use goin' back on
that now. Thank the Lord, I has everything settled and clear in my
mind. I pay the last rent come Monday, and out we go."
"But where to?" said Alison. "There's a lot of us, and we must live
somewhere."
"It's all settled, and beautiful too," said Grannie. "Mr. Williams
knows a lady who 'll be right glad to have you, Alison. The lady is a
friend of his, and she wants a sort of upper maid, and though you are a
Phipps and a Simpson and a Reed all in one, you needn't be too proud to
do work o' that sort. He said she was quite certain to take to you,
and you are to go to see her to-morrow morning. She lives in
Bayswater, and wants a girl who will attend on her and go messages for
her and keep her clothes in order. It will be a very light, genteel
sort o' place, and you'll have a right good time there, Alison. And
then the three little girls. Mr. Williams said it was wonderful lucky
I called to-day, for he has got three vacancies for a school for orphan
children in the country, and for a wonder he don't know any special
orphan children to give them to this time, and he says that Kitty and
Polly and Annie can go, and they'll be well fed, and well taught, and
well clothed, and when they are old enough they'll go to service
perhaps. Anyhow, they'll be taught how to earn their living. So they
are settled for, and so are you, and it seems as if David's settled for
too. As to Harry, I told Mr. Williams all about him, and he says he'll
think what he can do; he expects he can get him taken on somewhere, for
he is a smart lad, although a bit wild in his ways."
"But what is to come of you, Grannie?" said Alison, after a long pause.
Grannie jumped up when Alison made this remark.
"Well, I'm goin' on a visit," she said, "jest to freshen me up. It
don't matter a bit about me--life is slacking down with me, and there
aint the least cause to worry. I'm goin' on a visit; don't you fret,
children."
"But where to?" asked Alison. "You don't know anybody. I have never
heard that you had any friends. The Phippses and the Simpsons are all
dead, all those you used to know."
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