The seed she sowed : $b A tale of the great dock strike. — John Shaqi
The seed she sowed : $b A tale of the great dock strike.Leslie, Emma
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The seed she sowed : $b A tale of the great dock strike.
Leslie, Emma
Docks -- England -- London -- Juvenile fiction; London (England) -- Juvenile fiction; Strikes and lockouts -- Juvenile fiction
But Annie did not come home until it was so late that Winny began to
fear she would not come at all, and that something must have happened
to her or her father. She was determined to see her, however, and so
she had the door set wide open that she might not be able to pass the
landing without being seen.
[Illustration: THE GIRL LOOKED ALMOST SAVAGE IN HER WILDNESS.]
At last weary, dragging footsteps were heard ascending the stairs, and
then Winny called out: "Come in and see me, Annie, I have been looking
out for you all day."
"Yes, to be sure, you must go and see Winny," said Brown in a coaxing
tone. And then the footsteps paused, and a wild white face peeped into
the room to see if there was anybody else to be seen.
But Mrs. Chaplin and Letty had gone to a meeting at the mission room,
and as Chaplin was often out until nine or ten o'clock now, Winny was
all alone.
Finding this was the case, Annie stole in, and Winny, looking at her,
was almost frightened at the change she saw. The girl looked almost
savage in her wildness.
"Oh, Annie, wouldn't you like to go into the country for a bit, just to
see the green fields?" said Winny hardly knowing what she said.
"What's the good of asking me that?" said the girl fiercely. "I'm more
likely to go to prison again, for I hate everybody and everything now."
"No, no, Annie, you must not do that, for see, people have thought
about you, and I have got a ticket for you to go into the country next
week, and you can stay for a fortnight too."
Annie stared. "Do you mean it, Winny Chaplin?" she asked solemnly.
To have a ticket for this country holiday would be to rehabilitate her
in public opinion, to wipe out the disgrace of her imprisonment, and
she clutched Winny's hand and looked into her eyes as if she would read
her very soul.
"Look here, Winny," she said, "if that could be true, I think I could
believe in God, though he does let men like Rutter get rich and people
like you be poor. I could believe he cared for me a little bit, if he'd
let me go away for a bit like that, for I could come back then and go
to my work again."
"You shall believe it, Annie, for you shall go," said Winny in an
earnest tone.
And then Annie dropped her head upon the fragile shoulder and burst
into such a passionate flood of tears that Winny was fairly frightened.
And Brown, who had stood near the door scratching his head in
perplexity, now came forward to comfort his "little un," but hardly
knew what to say, for both girls were sobbing together, Winny dimly
understanding how her companion felt, and grieving for the uncontrolled
passion that could drive a girl into the commission of a crime that
brought such a punishment.
The same ungoverned nature that made her throw the glass of beer at
Rutter, now made her give herself up to such emotion that at last Winny
had to beg her to be still.
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