Yes, yes, I know what youre going to say, child, you want me to go and see for myself, which means that Im to soil my boots in filthy places, subject my ears to profanity, my eyes to horrible sights, and my nose to intolerable smells. No, Ruth, I cannot oblige you. Of what use would it be? If my doing this would relieve the miseries of the poor, you might reasonably ask me to go among them, but it would not. I give them as much money as I can afford to give, and, as far as I can see, it does them no good. They never seem better off, and they always want more. They are not even grateful for it. Just look at Lady Openhand. What good does she accomplish by her liberality, and her tearful eyes, and sympathetic heart, even though her feelings are undoubtedly genuine? Only the other day I chanced to walk behind her along several streets and saw her stop and give money to seven or eight beggars who accosted her. She never can refuse any one who asks with a pitiful look and a pathetic cock-and-bull story. Several of them were young and strong, and quite undeserving of charity. Three, I observed, went straight to a public-house with what she had given them, and the last, a small street boy, went into fits of suppressed laughter after she had passed, and made faces at herfinishing off by putting the thumb of his left hand to his nose, and spreading out his fingers as wide as possible. I do not understand the exact significance of that action, but there is something in it so intensely insolent that it is quite incompatible with the idea of gratitude.
Yes, mother, I saw him too, said Ruth, with a demure look; it curiously enough happened that I was following you at the time. You afterwards passed the same boy with a refusal, I suppose?
Yes, child, of courseand a reproof.
I thought so. Well, after you had passed, he not only applied his left thumb to his nose and spread his fingers, but also put the thumb of his right hand against the little finger of his left, and spread out the other five fingers at you. So, whatever he meant Lady Openhand to receive, he meant you to have twice as much. But Lady Openhand makes a mistake, I think, she does not consider the poor; she only feels deeply for them and gives to them.
Only feels and gives! repeated Mrs Dotropy, with a look of solemn amazement.
Being quite incapable of disentangling or expressing the flood of ideas that overwhelmed her, the good lady relieved herself after a few broken sentences, with the assertion that it was of no use arguing with Ruth, for Ruth would never be convinced.
She was so far right, in that her daughter could not change her mind on the strength of mere dogmatic assertion, even although she was a pliant and teachable little creature. So, at least, Mr Lewis, her pastor, had found her when he tried to impress on her a few important lessonssuch as, that it is better to give than to receive; that man is his brothers keeper; that we are commanded to walk in the footsteps of Jesus, who came to save the lost, to rescue the perishing, and who fed the hungry.
But, mother, resumed Ruth, I want you to go with me to-day to visit some poor people who are not troublesome, who are perfectly clean, are never ill-natured, suspect nothing, and envy nobody.
They must indeed be wonderful people, said Mrs Dotropy, with a laugh at Ruths enthusiasm, quite angelic.
They are as nearly so as mortals ever become, I think, returned Ruth, putting on her hat; wont you come, mother?
Now, Mrs Dotropy had the faculty of giving in gracefully, although she could not argue. Rising with an amused smile, she kissed Ruths forehead and went to prepare for a visit to the poor.
Let us now turn to a small street scarcely ten minutes walk from the mansion where the above conversation took place.
It was what may be styled a Lilliputian street. Almost everything in it was small. The houses were small; the shops were small; the rentswell, they were certainly not so small as they should have been, the doors and windows were small; and the very children that played in the gutter, with an exceedingly small amount of clothing on them, were rather diminutive. Some of the doors stood open, revealing the fact that it had been thought wise by the builders of the houses to waste no space in lobbies or entrance halls. One or two, however, displayed entries, or passagesdark and narrowthe doors to which were blistered and severely battered, because, being the public property of several families, they had no particular owner to protect them.
There was a small flat over a green-grocers shop to which one of the cleanest of those entries led. It consisted of two rooms, a light-closet and a kitchen, and was low-ceilinged and poorly furnished, but there was a distinct air of cleanliness about it, with a consequent tendency to comfort. The carpet of the chief room was very old, but it had been miraculously darned and patched. The table was little larger than that of a gigantic dolls-house, but it was covered with a clean, though threadbare, cloth, that had seen better days, and on it lay several old and well-thumbed books, besides two work-baskets.
In an olda very oldeasy-chair at one side of the fire sat a lady rather beyond middle age, with her hands clasped on her lap, and her eyes gazing dreamily at the fire. Perhaps she was speculating on the question how long two small lumps of coal and a little dross would last. The grate in which that amount of fuel burned was a miniature specimen of simplicity,a mere hollow in the wall with two bars across. The fire itself was so small that nothing but constant solicitude saved it from extinction.
There was much of grey mingled with the fair tresses of the lady, and the remains of beauty were very distinct on a countenance, the lines of which suggested suffering, gentleness, submission, and humility. Perchance the little sigh that escaped her as she gazed at the preposterously small fire had reference to days gone by when health revelled in her veins; when wealth was lavished in her fathers house; when food and fun were plentiful; when grief and care were scarce. Whatever her thoughts might have been, they were interrupted by the entrance of another lady, who sat down beside her, laid a penny on the table, and looked at the lady in the easy-chair with a peculiar, half-comical expression.
It is our last, Jessie, she said, and as she said it the expression intensified, yet it seemed a little forced.
There needed no magician to tell that these two were sisters. The indescribable similarity was strong, yet the difference was great. Jessie was evidently, though not much, the elder.
Its almost absurd, Kate, she said, to think that we should actually havecomeat lastto
She stopped, and Kate looked earnestly at her. There was a tremulous motion about the corners of both their mouths. Jessie laid her head on Kates shoulder, and both weptgently. They did not burst into tears, for they were not by nature demonstrative. Their position made it easy to slide down on their knees and bury their heads side by side in the great old easy-chair that had been carefully kept when all the rest was sold, because it had belonged to their father.
We may not record the scarce audible prayer. Those who have suffered know what it was. Those who have not suffered could not understand it. After the prayer they sat down in a somewhat tranquil mood to talk it over. Poor thingsthey had often talked it over, without much result, except that blessed one of evolving mutual sympathy.
If I were only a little younger and stronger, said Kate, who had been, and still was of a lively disposition, I would offer myself as a housemaid, but that is out of the question now; besides, I could not leave you, Jessie, the invalid of the familythat once was.
Come, Kate, let us have no reference to the invalid of the family any more. I am getting quite strong. Do you know I do believe that poverty is doing my health good; my appetite is improving. I really feel quite hungry now.
We will have tea, then, said Kate, getting up briskly; the things that we got will make one good meal, at all events, though the cost of them has reduced our funds to the low ebb of one penny; so, let us enjoy ourselves while it lasts!
Kate seized the poker as she spoke, and gave the fire a thrust that almost extinguished it. Then she heaped on a few ounces of coal with reckless indifference to the future, and put on a little kettle to boil. Soon the small table was spread with a white cloth, a silver teapot, and two beautiful cups that had been allowed them out of the family wreck; a loaf of bread, a very small quantity of brown sugar, a smaller quantity of skim-milk, and the smallest conceivable pat of salt butter.
And this took all the money except one penny? asked Jessie, regarding the table with a look of mingled sadness and amazement.
Allevery farthing, replied Kate, and I consider the result a triumph of domestic economy.
The sisters were about to sit down to enjoy their triumph when a bounding step was heard on the stair.
Thats Ruth, exclaimed Kate, rising and hurrying to the door; quick, get out the other cup, Jessie. Oh! Ruth, darling, this is good of you. We were sure you would come this week, as
She stopped abruptly, for a large presence loomed on the stair behind Ruth.
I have brought mamma to see you, Katethe Misses Seaward, mamma; you have often heard me speak of them.
Yes, dear, and I have much pleasure in making the Misses Seawards acquaintance. My daughter is very fond of you, ladies, I know, and the little puss has brought me here by way of a surprise, I suppose, for we came out to pay a very different kind of visit. She
Oh! but mamma, hastily exclaimed Ruth, who saw that her mother, whom she had hitherto kept in ignorance of the circumstances of the poor ladies, was approaching dangerous ground, our visit here has to do withwith the people we were speaking about. I have come, she added, turning quickly to Miss Jessie, to transact a little business with youabout those poor people, you remember, whom you were so sorry for. Mamma will be glad to hear what we have to say about them. Wont you, mamma?
Of course, of course, dear, replied Mrs Dotropy, who, however, experienced a slight feeling of annoyance at being thus dragged into a preliminary consideration of the affairs of poor people before paying a personal visit to them. Being good-natured, however, and kind, she submitted gracefully and took note, while chairs were placed round the table for this amateur Board, that ladies with moderate meansobviously very moderateappeared to enjoy their afternoon tea quite as much as rich people. You see, it never entered into Mrs Dotropys mindhow could it?that what she imagined to be afternoon tea was dinner, tea, and supper combined in one meal, beyond which there lay no prospective meal, except what one penny might purchase.
With a mysterious look, and a gleam of delight in her eyes, Ruth drew forth a well-filled purse, the contents of which, in shillings, sixpences, and coppers, she poured out upon the tea-table.
There, she said triumphantly, I have collected all that myself, and Ive come to consult you how much of it should be given to each, and how we are to get them to take it.
How kind of you, Ruth! exclaimed Kate and Jessie Seaward, gazing on the coin with intense, almost miserly satisfaction.
Nonsense! its not kind a bit, responded Ruth; if you knew the pleasure Ive had in gathering it, and telling the sad story of the poor people; and then, the thought of the comfort it will bring to them, though it is so little after all.
It wont appear little in their eyes, Ruth, said Kate, for you cant think how badly off some of them are. I assure you when Jessie and I think of it, as we often do, it makes us quite miserable.
Poor Misses Seaward! In their sympathy with the distress of others they had quite forgotten, for the moment, their own extreme poverty. They had even failed to observe that their own last penny had been inadvertently but hopelessly mingled with the coin which Ruth had so triumphantly showered upon the table.
Ive got a paper here with the name of each, continued the excited girl, so that we may divide the money in the proportions you think best. That, however, will be easy, but I confess I have puzzled my brain in vain to hit on a way to get poor Bella Tilly to accept charity.
That will be no difficulty, said Jessie, because we wont offer her charity. She has been knitting socks for sale lately, so we can buy these.
Oh! how stupid I am, cried Ruth, the idea of buying something from her never once occurred to me. Well buy all her socksyes, and put our own price on them too; capital!
Who is Bella Tilly? asked Mrs Dotropy.
A young governess, replied Jessie, whose health has given way. She is an orphanhas not, I believe, a relative in the whole worldand has been obliged to give up her last situation, not only because of her health, but because she was badly treated.
But how about poor Mr Garnet the musician? resumed Ruth, has he anything to sell?
I think not, answered Kate; the sweet sounds in which he deals can now be no longer made since the paralytic stroke rendered his left arm powerless. His flute was the last thing he had to sell, and he did not part with it until hunger compelled him; and even then only after the doctors had told him that recovery was impossible. But I daresay we shall find some means of overcoming his scruples. He has relatives, but they are all either poor or heartless, and between the two he is starving.
Thus, one by one, the cases of those poor ones were considered until all Ruths money was apportioned, and Mrs Dotropy had become so much interested, that she added a sovereign to the fund, for the express benefit of Bella Tilly. Thereafter, Ruth and her mother departed, leaving the list and the pile of money on the table, for the sisters had undertaken to distribute the fund. Before leaving, however, Ruth placed a letter in Kates hand, saying that it had reference to an institution which would interest them.
Now isnt that nice? said Kate, sitting down with a beaming smile, when their visitors had gone, so like Ruth. Ah! if she only knew how much we need a little of that money. Well, well, we
The tea is quite cold, interrupted Jessie, and the fire has gone out!
Jessie! exclaimed Kate with a sudden look of solemnitythe penny!
Jessie looked blankly at the table, and said Gone!
No, it is there, said Kate.
Yes, but Ruth, you know, didnt count the money till she came here, and so did not detect the extra penny, and we forgot it. Every farthing there has been apportioned on that list and must be accounted for. I couldnt bear to take a penny out of the sum, and have to tell Ruth that we kept it off because it was ours. It would seem so mean, for she cannot know how much we need it. Besides, from which of the poor peoples little stores could we deduct it?