Mrs Lee was a widow. She kept a small, but very superior, `Fancy
Repository' in a good street in Rapley. Her daughter helped her to
manage the business, and Florence Whittaker was being trained up as an
assistant. Idleness was not one of Florrie's failings, and, as she was
quick, neat-handed, and willing, she gave tolerable satisfaction, though
Mrs Lee considered her lively, free and easy manners to pleasant
customers, and her short replies to troublesome ones, as decidedly
"inferior," and not what was to be expected in such an establishment as
hers. Florence, however, was gradually acquiring a professional manner,
which she kept for business hours, as too many girls do, apparently
regarding refinement and gentleness as out of place when she was off
duty.
She presented herself as usual on Monday morning, in a nice dark frock
and hat, and with her flying hair tied in a neat tail, and began
cheerfully to set about her duties, which were not at all distasteful to
her. But she wondered all the time what Mrs Lee was going to say.
Perhaps, if that lady had been a keen student of human nature, she would
have disappointed the saucy girl by saying little or nothing. But she
knew that most girls disliked being found fault with, and had not
discovered that Florrie Whittaker rather enjoyed it. She believed, too,
in the impressiveness of her own manner, and presently, summoning
Florence into the parlour, said majestically:
"Miss Whittaker, it is not my intention to say much of what I witnessed
yesterday, except that it was altogether unworthy of any young lady in
_my_ employment. Should it occur again I shall be obliged to take other
measures."
"I'm very sorry, ma'am, I'm sure," said Florence meekly, and hanging
down her head.
"No one can say more. I will not detain you from your duties."
"Thank you, ma'am. I'll remember," said Florrie, retreating, and
leaving Mrs Lee much pleased with the result of her admonitions. Miss
Lee, who caught sight of the young lady's face as she passed behind the
counter, did not feel quite so well satisfied.
There was, however, very little fault to be found with Florence in
business hours; and all went well till about twelve o'clock, when, there
being several customers in the shop, Miss Lee became aware of an unusual
bustle at one end of it, and beheld Florence opening boxes, spreading
out fine pieces of needlework, and showing off plush and silk, with the
greatest civility and a perfectly unmoved countenance, to a shabby
little girl in an old hat and a dirty apron, while a boy with a basket
on his arm stood just inside the door, open-mouthed with rapturous
admiration.
"What are you doing, Florence Whittaker?" whispered Miss Lee in an
undertone.
"Waiting on this young lady, Miss Lee. This peacock plush, miss, worked
with gold thread is very much the fashion; but some ladies prefer the
olive--"
"What do you want here?" said Miss Lee to the customer, as her mother,
suddenly perceiving what was going on, paused with a ball of knitting
silk in her hand and unutterable things in her face. "Have you a
message?"
But Polly fled at the first sound of her voice, and was out of sight in
a moment, while the errand-boy's loud laugh sounded as he ran after her.
"Put those things up, Miss Whittaker," said Mrs Lee, turning blandly to
her customer. "Some mistake, ma'am."
"Why, Miss Lee," said Florence, "I thought I was to be civil just the
same to everyone, and show as many articles as the customers wish."
"You had better not be impertinent," said Miss Lee. "Wait till my
mother is at leisure."
In the almost vacant hour at one o'clock Mrs Lee turned round to her
assistant, and demanded what she meant by her extraordinary behaviour.
Florrie looked at her. She did feel a little frightened, but the
intense delight of carrying the sensation a stage farther mastered her,
and she said:
"The boy there, yesterday, when you saw us down by the river, dared me
to show Polly the fine things in the shop, or to notice her up here. So
I said, `Let her come and try.' And she came just now, so I kept my
word. There ain't no harm done."
It was the absolute truth, but telling the truth under the
circumstances, with never a blush or an excuse, was hardly a virtue.
"Do you mean to say you have dared to play a practical joke on me and my
establishment--that you have been that audacious?" exclaimed Mrs Lee.
"I didn't know it was a joke," said Florrie. "You didn't laugh."
"No, Florence Whittaker, I did not. I am much more likely to cry. I
have a regard for your father, but there have been too many practical
jokes in your family. It is your brother Harry over again, and I could
not--could not continue to employ you if _that_ kind of spirit is to be
displayed."
"There's other occupations," said Florrie. "I ain't so fond of fancy
work."
"Oh, Florrie, don't be such a silly girl," said Miss Lee. "Ask mother's
pardon, and have done with it. Then maybe she'll overlook it this time,
as you've never done such a thing before."
"I don't know what I've done now," said Florrie. "I only showed the
articles to a customer."
Mrs Lee looked at her. If she had appeared tearful or sulky she would
have sent her away to think the matter over. But Florrie looked quite
cool, and as if she rather enjoyed the situation.
"Well," said Mrs Lee, "I must speak to your father."
"I don't care if you do," said Florence.
"Then, Florence Whittaker, I _shall_," said Mrs Lee with severe
emphasis. "Go back now and attend to your business."
Florence revenged herself by doing nothing but what she was told.
"Why didn't you show the Berlin wools to that lady?"
"I didn't know as I might, Miss Lee."
Towards the end of the afternoon Mrs Lee went out, and her daughter was
so quiet a person that Florrie had very little opportunity of being
saucy to her.
She came up as the girl was putting on her hat to go home.
"Florence," she said, in a rather hesitating voice, "tell mother you're
sorry. She'll not be hard on you. Don't be like your poor brother, and
throw all your chances away. You _are_ like him, but there's no need to
follow in his steps."
"If Harry was like me he must have been a deal nicer than George," said
Florrie, who knew nothing about her eldest brother's history.
"I don't care," she said to herself as she walked home. "I ain't done
nothing, and I won't stay to be put upon. If she've gone to father!"
The guess was too true. When Florence opened the parlour door, there
sat Mrs Lee, her father, and Martha, all looking disturbed and worried.
"Oh," said Florence, "if you please, father, I was just coming home to
tell you as how I'd rather leave Mrs Lee's shop, as she ain't satisfied
with me, and I ain't done nothing at all."
"You've taken a great liberty, Florence, as I understand," said her
father, "and you will certainly not leave if Mrs Lee is good enough to
give you another trial."
"If Florence will express herself sorry," said Mrs Lee.
"I ain't sorry," said Florence coolly.
"And I shall put a stop to your Bible class at once, and forbid you to
go out without your sister if I hear of such behaviour as yours on
Sunday afternoon."
"Martha'd have a time of it," said Florence. "Well, Mr Whittaker,"
said Mrs Lee, rising, "I know what girls' tempers are, and if Florence
has come to a better mind by to-morrow, and will come down and tell me
so, I will overlook it this once, but no more."
"Bless me, Florrie," said little Ethel, as her father took Mrs Lee out,
"what a piece of work to make! It ain't much to say you're sorry and
have done with it."
"I ain't sorry, and I mean to have done with it. I'm tired of the shop,
and I'm tired of the Lees. Mrs Lee's an old cat and Miss Lee's a young
one! She ain't so very young neither."
"Oh my, Florrie!" repeated Ethel. "What a deal you'll have to say
you're sorry for before you've done! For you'll have to say it first or
last."
"Why?" said Florence.
"Why, one always has to."
"You'll see."
Florence remained stubborn. She did not look passionate or sulky, but
say she was sorry she would not. She was tired of the business, and she
didn't care for losing her situation. She didn't care at all.
"Don't care came to a bad end," said Matty angrily.
"Don't care if he did," said Florence.
George had come back from his walk by this time, and had added his voice
to the family conclave. Now he gave an odd, half-startled look at his
father, and to the supreme astonishment of the naughty girl her sally
was received in silence. Nobody spoke.
Back on Martha's mind came an evening long ago, and the sound of a
sharp, aggravating, provoking whistle, a boy's face, too like Florrie's,
peeping in first at the door and then at the window, and a voice
repeating, "Don't care--don't care--don't care!" in more and more saucy
accents, as the speaker ran off across the forbidden turf of the
cemetery, jumping over the graves as he came to them. That night had
brought the explosion of mischief which had resulted in Harry's
departure from home and in his final banishment. Where was that saucy
lad now? And had he learnt to care out in the wide world by himself?
But Florence was a girl and if _she_ said "Don't care" once too often
her father could not say to her, "Obey me, or you shall do for yourself
in future."
And she had no sense of responsibility sufficient to give her a good
reason for conquering herself. She had a child's confidence in the care
she was childishly defying. People so proud and so respectable as the
Whittakers could not even send their girl to a rough place where she
would "learn the difference" between Mrs Lee's "fancy shop" and general
service. Poor Martha felt that to have Florence at home, doing nothing
but give trouble, would be nearly intolerable; while what she would do
if Mrs Stroud's suggestion was adopted, and she was sent to stay with
her, passed the wildest imagination to conceive.
"You'll be very sorry, Florrie," she said, "when it's too late."
"No, I shan't," said Florence; "I like a change. I'm tired of serving
in the shop. Dear me! there's a many situations in the world. I'll get
a new one some time."
Florence got her way, and though she was supposed to be in disgrace, she
declined to recognise the fact. She fell back into the position of an
idle child at home, worried Matty, set her little sisters a very poor
example, and enjoyed as much half-stolen, half-defiant freedom as she
could. When she found that Carrie and Ada had been forbidden by their
respective mothers to "go with her," as they expressed it, she made it
her delight to tease and trap them into enduring her company, and
finally, after about a fortnight, walked coolly down to see Mrs Lee and
ask how she got on with the new assistant!