The English Orphans; Or, A Home in the New WorldHolmes, Mary Jane
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The English Orphans; Or, A Home in the New World
Holmes, Mary Jane
Orphans -- Fiction
Billy had expected as much, and had tried hard to make his mother say
that if Mary and Alice were very homesick he might bring them home.
But this was Mrs. Bender's sick day, and Billy's entreaties only
increased the dangerous symptoms of _palsy_ from which she was now
suffering, the scarlet fever having been given up until another time.
"If the _s'lect_ men pay me well for it," said she, "I will take them
what little time I have to live, but not without."
Billy knew the town could support them much cheaper where they were,
so he gave up his project, and bought Mary a pound of seed cakes and
Alice a stick of candy. Then, the moment the rain had ceased he got
himself in readiness to start, for he knew how long the day would seem
to Mary, and how much Alice would miss her cradle. Three times before
he got outside the gate his mother called him back--once to find her
snuff-box;--once to see if there was not more color in her face than
there ought to be, and lastly to inquire if her mouth hadn't commenced
turning a little towards the right ear! After finding her box,
assuring her that her color was natural and her mouth all straight, he
at last got started. The road was long and the hills were steep, but
patiently Billy toiled on, thinking how surprised and pleased Mary
would be; and when he saw how joyfully she received him, he felt more
than paid for his trouble. Some boys would have rudely shaken her off,
ashamed to be caressed by a little girl, but Billy's heart was full of
kindly sympathy, and he returned her caresses as a brother would have
done.
As he released her, he was startled at hearing some one call out,
"Bravo! That, I conclude, is a country hug. I hope she won't try it on
me!"
Turning about he saw before him a white-faced boy, nearly of his own
age, whose dress and appearance indicated that he belonged to a higher
grade, as far as wealth was concerned. It was Henry Lincoln, notorious
both for pride and insolence. Billy, who had worked for Mr. Lincoln,
had been insulted by Henry many a time, and now he longed to avenge
it, but native politeness taught him that in the presence of Mary
'twould not be proper, so without a word to Henry he whispered to the
little girl, "That fellow lives near here, and if he ever gives you
trouble, just let me know."
"Kissed her then, didn't you?" sneeringly asked Henry, retreating at
the same time, for there was something in Billy's eye, which he
feared.
"Come into the house," said Mary, "where he can't see us," and leading
the way she conducted him up to her own room, where there was no fear
of being interrupted.
Alice was first carefully fixed in her cradle, and then kneeling down
at Billy's side, and laying her arms across his lap, Mary told him of
every thing which had happened, and finished by asking, "how long she
must stay there."
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