Part 8 (1/2)
”I don't want to marry any one at all,” said Mary.
”You are not asked to marry any one, darling,” said Mrs. Makebelieve, ”but some one--this gentleman here whose name I don't happen to know.
Do you know his name?”
”No,” said Mary.
”My name....” began the policeman.
”It doesn't matter, Sir,” said Mrs. Makebelieve. ”Do you want to marry this gentleman, Mary?”
”No,” whispered Mary.
”Are you in love with him?”
Mary turned completely away from him.
”No,” she whispered again.
”Do you think you ever will be in love with him?”
She felt as a rat might when hunted to a corner. But the end must be very near; this could not last forever because nothing can. Her lips were parched, her eyes were burning. She wanted to lie down and go asleep and waken again laughing to say--”it was a dream.”
Her reply was almost inaudible. ”No,” she said.
”You are quite sure? It is always better to be quite sure.”
She did not answer any more, but the faint droop of her head gave the reply her mother needed.
”You see, Sir,” said Mrs. Makebelieve, ”that you were mistaken in your opinion. My daughter is not old enough yet to be thinking of marriage and such like. Children do be thoughtless. I am sorry for all the trouble she has given you, and”--a sudden compunction stirred her, for the man was standing up now, and there was no trace of Mrs. O'Connor visible in him: his face was as ma.s.sive and harsh as a piece of wall.
”Don't you be thinking too badly of us now,” said Mrs. Makebelieve with some agitation; ”the child is too young altogether to be asking her to marry. Maybe in a year or two--I said things I know, but I was vexed, and....”
The big man nodded his head and marched out.
Mary ran to her mother moaning like a sick person, but Mrs.
Makebelieve did not look at her. She lay down on the bed and turned her face to the wall, and she did not speak to Mary for a long time.
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When the young man who lodged with Mrs. Cafferty came in on the following day he presented a deplorable appearance. His clothes were torn and his face had several large strips of sticking-plaster on it, but he seemed to be in a mood of extraordinary happiness notwithstanding, and proclaimed that he had partic.i.p.ated in the one really great fight of his life-time, that he wasn't injured at all, and that he wouldn't have missed it for a pension.
Mrs. Cafferty was wild with indignation, and marched him into Mrs.
Makebelieve's room, where he had to again tell his story and have his injuries inspected and commiserated. Even Mr. Cafferty came into the room on this occasion. He was a large, slow man dressed very comfortably in a red beard--his beard was so red and so persistent that it quite overshadowed the rest of his wrappings and did, indeed, seem to clothe him. As he stood the six children walked in and out of his legs, and stood on his feet in their proper turns without causing him any apparent discomfort. During the young man's recital Mr.
Cafferty every now and then solemnly and powerfully smote his left hand with his right fist, and requested that the aggressor should be produced to him.