Part 30 (2/2)

”I was so busy that I hardly knew the time,” answered Meg; ”but I hope it isn't inconvenient to you to come?”

”Not a bit of it! Why, I'm pleased, I'm sure, as you want me. It's nice to be wanted, ye know, sometimes.”

”I expect you're often wanted,” smiled Meg.

She shook her head, smiling too.

”More of late than I used to be,” she said. ”But now what is it you want me to do?”

”Well,” said Meg, ”I want you to stay with d.i.c.kie while Cherry and I go to buy something, for he's too heavy for either of us to carry, and he has not got courage to walk yet. The noise in the street frightens him now he can't see it all.”

”Poor little dear,” said Mrs. Blunt, kissing him.

”We shan't be gone long,” explained Meg; ”and you can't think how glad I am mother advised me to save what I earned with her. Here's quite a little store--enough to buy some things for my two children, and to pay for making them.”

”I should like to 'elp you for nothing,” said Mrs. Blunt, understanding what Meg meant by those last words; for she had sent Jem down to explain to her, that she wanted to find some one to make Cherry's dress, and that she would ten times rather she should do it than put it out.

”But that would not be right,” answered Meg; ”and, like me, now you've begun to have a little saving-bag, the money can go into that.”

Mrs. Blunt laughed.

”I always feel rich when I look into that bag, even if there's ever so little in it.”

Meanwhile Meg was putting on her bonnet, and now stooped to kiss d.i.c.kie, who was sitting in his own little chair.

”Is this the chair as I've heard on?” asked Mrs. Blunt. ”What a rare nice one! Why, it takes in half, I do declare, and makes into a little table too, like they do in the shops.”

d.i.c.kie looked very pleased, and Mrs. Blunt's own babies toddled round to look and admire. They regarded the little blind boy with awe, having been drilled by their mother as to how they were to behave to him. But his gentle little face won them at once, and when they found that he looked very much like themselves, and wore frocks and pinafores, they ceased to be afraid, and began to prattle about the little bits of toys they had brought up with them.

Meg glanced at the three crowded round the little table, and left them with a happy heart.

Mrs. Blunt busied herself with some work Meg had left for her, and it did not seem long before she came back, accompanied by Cherry carrying a long-shaped parcel.

”Look!” she exclaimed, spreading it out on the table, ”just look what mother-Meg has bought for me! Here's some dark blue serge for my best frock, and stuff for two ap.r.o.ns, and a new hat. I never saw such a lot o' things in my life.”

Then Meg unrolled her parcel, and there was a ready-made jacket for d.i.c.kie, and stuff like Cherry's for a neat little frock, and a hat, which Meg put down on his table in front of him, guiding his soft hands to feel its shape and newness.

”For me?” asked d.i.c.kie. ”What a nice lickle hat!”

”See if it fits you,” said Meg, placing it on his head.

Cherry was delighted; and then Meg turned to the table to begin cutting out, so that no time might be wasted.

”Does he never run about?” whispered Mrs. Blunt, glancing towards d.i.c.kie.

”Not yet,” answered Meg, in the same tone.

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