Ragged homes and how to mend themBayly, Mrs. (Mary)
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Ragged homes and how to mend them
Bayly, Mrs. (Mary)
Charities -- Great Britain; Poor -- England -- London
“Mrs A—, I have just heard you say, ‘I knew all that long ago, and a
pretty deal more, too.’ Now, if that is the case, I should like you to
tell us what you do know. The object of this meeting is to get all the
information which we possibly can, upon subjects of this kind, and I
shall be delighted to learn anything from you; and so, I am sure, will
every one else here. One of our rules is, that one person shall speak at
a time, but it does not at all follow that _I_ should always be the
speaker. I will leave what I was going to say, as any other time will
do, and we will listen to you.”
There was a murmur of dissatisfaction at this; but I quelled it directly,
stating, that “I wished there should be no interruption; we would all be
perfectly quiet, and would listen to what Mrs A— had to say.”
After a minute or two another woman attempted to speak, but I stopped
her.
“Anything you like, presently; but this is Mrs A—’s time.”
Poor Mrs A—! it was her time, indeed. There we sat, the clock went
“tick, tick,” the needles went “click, click,” although most of the
workers stopped in astonishment. Even the babies did not relieve us by a
squall. The silence was terrible, Mrs A— would have known how to have
acted in a storm; there she would have been in her element,—none could
outstorm a storm better than she; but this calm was dreadful. She had
sense enough to know she had brought this difficulty upon herself; that I
was simply standing on one side, to let her folly fall directly upon
herself. She did not say anything, but it was evident she inwardly
writhed under the infliction, even more than I had expected; and I have
thought since, that the punishment partook of the refinement of cruelty.
After this silence had lasted three or four minutes, I observed, that I
supposed she did not remember what she had intended to say; and I went on
again where I left off, as if nothing had happened.
When the meeting was over, and the women were going out, I saw Mrs A—
standing irresolutely near the door. She evidently did not like to leave
without “giving it to me well,” and yet she had sense enough to know
there was no one to blame but herself. I called to her, and asked her if
she would arrange the work-bags for me; she came back, and before she had
finished, the other women were all gone, and we were alone. I then said
to her—
“Mrs A—, it has been no pleasure to me to make you feel so uncomfortable
this evening; I have been waiting for some weeks past, in the hope that
your own good sense would shew you the necessity of accommodating
yourself to our plans and rules. I can scarcely make as much excuse for
your behaviour as I should for a child. A child is often compelled to go
where he does not like; but every one who comes here, comes of her own
free will, and need never pay a second visit, if it is not agreeable.”
“I wish I had never come a-nigh the place.”
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