Part 2 (1/2)

Phronsie, thus called on for a reply, tried very hard to answer, but the words wouldn't come.

”You needn't try,” said the girl, slamming the door, ”'tain't likely you can praise it enough,” and she broke out into a hard, sarcastic laugh, which shrilled its way out of the one window, whose broken gla.s.s was adorned with nondescript fillings.

”See here now, you're all beat out,” she exclaimed suddenly; then rus.h.i.+ng across the room, she dragged up a broken chair, and jammed it against the door. ”There now, we're by ourselves, an' you can rest.”

”I must go home,” said Phronsie faintly, and holding up her tired arms.

”Give me my child; I must go home.”

”Did you think I didn't know what was proper?” cried the girl scornfully, and tossing her head. ”I'm going to have five-o'clock tea 'fore you go.

There, I'm a lady, an' a swell one too, I'd have you know.”

She ran over to the corner of the slatternly room, and set the doll on a bed, over which were tossed the clothes in a dirty heap, Phronsie following every movement with anxious eyes.

”Now she's my child, remember,” she said, turning her sharp, black eyes on the small figure huddled up on the floor, ”as long as she stays here.”

Then she hurried about, twitching a box out here and there from a cupboard, whose broken door hung by one hinge.

”Here's my silver spoons--ain't they beautiful!” she cried, running up with a few two-tined forks and a bent and battered knife. These she placed, also the cracked cups, with great gusto, on the rickety table, propped for support against the wall, as one of its legs was gone entirely and another on the fair road to departure.

”'Tain't stylish to have yer table agin the wall,” she broke out, ”at a five-o'clock tea; I know, 'cause I've peeked in the windows up on the avenoo, an' I've seen your folks, too.” She nodded over at Phronsie. ”I know what I'll do.” She tossed her head with its black, elfish locks, and darted off in triumph, dragging up from another corner a big box, first unceremoniously dumping out the various articles, such as dirty clothes, a tin pan or two, a skillet, an empty bottle--last of all, a nightcap, which she held aloft. ”Gran's,” she shouted; ”it's been lost a mighty long time.

Now I'm goin' to wear it to my five-o'clock tea. It's a picter hat, same's that lady had on to your house once--I seen her.” She threw the old nightcap over her hair, tied the ragged strings with an air, and soon, by dint of pulling and hauling, had the table in the very center of the apartment, the box securely under its most delicate and unreliable portion.

”There--my! ain't we fine, though!” She surveyed her work with great delight, her hands on her hips. ”Now, says I, for our ice cream an' cake, with white on top, an' choc'late.”

She gave a flirt of her ragged gown and darted here and there with her elfish movements; and presently a cold potato, s.h.i.+vering in its skin, a slice or two of hard, moldy bread, and some turnips and carrots, uncooked, were set about the dirty table, with empty spools in between. ”Them's the flowers,” she explained, as she put the last-mentioned articles in their places. ”Now it's all ready, except the choc'late.” And waving an old tin coffeepot, whose nose was a thing of the past, she filled it at the faucet over the wooden sink, and put it down with a flourish at one end of the table. ”Now we're ready, an' I'm the beautiful lady up to your house--I seen her, once when I was peekin' through the fence”--she nodded shrewdly, her little eyes snapping--”her an' your sister.”

[Ill.u.s.tration: Five O'Clock Tea]

”Oh, I want Polly,” broke out Phronsie, with such a wail, as she sat, a frozen little heap, not daring to stir, that the girl screamed out:

”Well, I'm goin' to take you to her, when I've given you my five-o'clock tea; that is, if you don't cry. An' I ain't goin' to be the beautiful lady up at your house; I'll be Mrs. somebody else. No, I'll be a Dukess--the Dukess of Marlbrer--I've seen her in the paper. Oh, you've got to have the best chair,” and she dragged up the sole article of furniture of that name, minus its back, away from the door; then helping Phronsie up from the floor, she wiped off the tears on her pinafore, no longer white, and soon had her installed on it. ”Now you're comp'ny.” Thereupon she ran and fetched the doll from the bed, and put her on a small, old barrel, from which the articles were dumped out, and, with a box for her back, Clorinda was soon in great state on one side of the feast. The Dukess then slipped into her own seat, an inverted tub, somewhat low, to be sure, but still allowing the view of the festive cup to be seen. ”She's my child, now. Will you have some choc'late?”--with a winning smile that ran all over her dirty face and wrinkled it up alarmingly.

”Oh, no, she's my child,” protested Phronsie, the tears beginning again.

”I mean till I get through my five-o'clock tea,” cried the girl; ”can't you understand? Then she'll be yours, an' I'll take you home. Will you have choc'late?--you must, Lady--what's your name, anyway?” she demanded abruptly, bringing her black eyes to bear on Phronsie.

Phronsie could hardly stammer it out for the tears she was choking back.

”Oh, my eye, what a name!” laughed the Dukess, in derision. ”Well, you can be Lady Funsie--Fornsie--whatever you call it. Now, will you have some choc'late? 'Taint perlite not to answer.”

”I'd rather have some milk,” said Phronsie faintly, ”if you please.”

”Oh, 'tain't no trouble,” said the Dukess airily, quirking out her little finger with grace; and poising the tin coffeepot with an elegant air, she inverted it over a cracked cup, which, when generously full of water, she pa.s.sed to her guest. ”Help yourself to th' cakes. Lady Fonsie,” she said graciously, ”an' what beyewtiful weather we are havin'!”

Phronsie put forth a trembling hand, as it seemed to be expected of her, and took the cup of water, spilling about half of it, which ran off the table-edge and down her little brown gown, the Dukess greeting this mishap with a shout of laughter, checking it suddenly with a start and a dismayed glance in the direction of the broken window.

”It's time fer you to talk some,” she said. ”You should say, 'Yes, I think so, too.'”