Part 6 (1/2)

”At Ramsgate?” exclaimed Katie in surprise, ”why, how did you manage to get here?”

”I come in a lugger, ma'am, as b'longs to a friend o' ourn. We've just arrived, an' we goes away agin to-morrow.”

”Indeed! That will give you little time to see your sick brother. What is the matter with him?”

”Oh, he's took very bad, ma'am. I'm sorry to say he's bad altogether, ma'am. Bin an' run'd away from 'ome. A'most broke his mother's 'eart, he has, an' fall'd sick here, he did.”

The small boy paused abruptly at this point, and looked earnestly in Katie's kind and pitiful face.

”Where does your brother live?” asked Katie.

The small boy looked rather perplexed, and said that he couldn't rightly remember the name of the street, but that the owner of the lugger ”know'd it.” Whereat Katie seemed disappointed, and said she would have been so glad to have visited him, and given him such little comforts as his disease might warrant.

”Oh, ma'am,” exclaimed the small boy, looking wistfully at her with his large blue eyes, ”_wot_ a pity I've forgot it! The doctor ordered 'im wine too--it was as much as 'is life was worth not to 'ave wine,--but of course they couldn't afford to git 'im wine--even cheap wine would do well enough, at two bob or one bob the bottle. If you was to give me two bob--s.h.i.+llins I mean, ma'am--I'd git it for 'im to-night.”

Katie and her cousin conversed aside in low tones for a minute or two as to the propriety of complying with this proposal, and came to the conclusion that the boy was such a nice outspoken honest-like fellow, that it would do no harm to risk that sum in the circ.u.mstances. Two s.h.i.+llings were therefore put into the boy's dirty little hand, and he was earnestly cautioned to take care of it, which he earnestly, and no doubt honestly, promised to do.

”What is your name, boy?” asked Katie, as she was about to leave him.

”Billy--Billy Towler, ma'am,” answered the urchin, pulling his forelock by way of respectful acknowledgment, ”but my friends they calls me Walleye, chiefly in consikence o' my bein' wery much the rewerse of blind, ma'am, and niver capable of bein' cotched in a state o' slumber at no time.”

This reply had the effect of slightly damaging the small boy's character for simplicity in Katie's mind, although it caused both herself and her companion to laugh.

”Well, Billy,” she said, opening her card-case, ”here is my card--give it to your sick brother, and when he sends it to me with his address written on the back of it I'll call on him.”

”Thankee, ma'am,” said the small boy.

After he had said this, he stood silently watching the retiring figure of his benefactress, until she was out of sight, and then das.h.i.+ng round the corner of a bye-street which was somewhat retired, he there went off into uncontrollable fits of laughter--slapped his small thighs, held his lean little sides with both hands, threw his ragged cap into the air, and in various other ways gave evidence of ecstatic delight. He was still engaged in these violent demonstrations of feeling when Morley Jones--having just landed at Yarmouth, and left the sloop _Nora_ in charge of young Welton--came smartly round the corner, and, applying his heavy boot to the small boy's person, kicked him into the middle of the road.

CHAPTER SIX.

THE TEMPTER AND THE TEMPTED.

”What are ye howlin' there for, an' blockin' up the Queen's highway like that, you precious young villain?” demanded Morley Jones.

”An' wot are you breakin' the Queen's laws for like that?” retorted Billy Towler, dancing into the middle of the road and revolving his small fists in pugilistic fas.h.i.+on. ”You big hairy walrus, I don't know whether to 'ave you up before the beaks for a.s.sault and battery or turn to an' give 'ee a good lickin'.”

Mr Jones showed all his teeth with an approving grin, and the small boy grinned in return, but still kept on revolving his fists, and warning the walrus to ”look hout and defend hisself if he didn't want his daylights knocked out or his bows stove in!”

”You're a smart youth, you are,” said Jones.

”Ha! you're afraid, are you? an' wants to make friends, but I won't 'ave it at no price. Come on, will you?”

Jones, still grinning from ear to ear, made a rush at the urchin, who, however, evaded him with such ease that the man perceived he had not the smallest chance of catching him.

”I say, my lad,” he asked, stopping and becoming suddenly grave, ”where d'you come from?”

”I comes from where I b'longs to, and where I'm agoin' back to w'en it suits me.”