THE OPPOSITE HOUSE
"There was an old woman that lived in a shoe,
She had so many children she didn't know what to do."
_Nursery Rhymes._
IN spite of her misfortunes, Peggy could not help feeling very pleased
at finding herself at last inside the house she had watched so often
from the outside. It was certainly not a pretty house--a big person
would probably have thought it a very poor and uninteresting one; but it
was not dirty. The old wooden steps were scrubbed down once a week
regularly, so there was nothing to strike the little girl as
disagreeable, and it seemed delightfully queer and mysterious as she
climbed the steep, uneven staircase, which grew darker and darker as
they went on, so that but for Brown Smiley's voice in front, Peggy would
not have had the least idea where she was going.
"There's Mother Whelan's door," Matilda said in a half whisper, as if
afraid of the old woman's pouncing out upon them, and Peggy wondered how
she knew it, for to her everything was perfectly dark; "but we'll go
upstairs first to Rebecca," and on they climbed.
Suddenly, what seemed for a moment a blaze of brilliant light from the
contrast with the darkness where they were, broke upon them. Peggy quite
started. But it was only the opening of a door.
"Is that you, Matilda-Jane? My, but you have been sharp. I should think
old Whelan 'ud be pleased for onst."
The speaker was Reddy; she stood in the doorway, her bare red arms
shining, as they always did, from being so often up to the elbows in
soap and water.
"Oh, Rebecca, don't say nothin', but I've not been of my errant yet.
Now, don't ye begin at me--'tweren't of my fault. I was a-'urryin' along
when I saw miss 'ere a-rollin' in the wet with her humberellar, and I
'ad to pick her up. She's that muddy we were afeard they'd give it her
over the way--her mar's away. So I told her as you'd tidy her up a bit.
Come along, missy. Rebecca's got a good 'eart, has Rebecca; she'll
clean you nicely, you'll see."
For at the sound of Rebecca's sharp voice poor Peggy had slunk back into
the friendly gloom of the staircase. But she came creeping forward now,
so that Reddy saw her.
"Lor'!" said the big girl, "little miss from the hopposite winder to be
sure."
This quite restored Peggy's courage.
"Have you seen me at the window?" she said. "How funny! I've looked at
you lotses and lotses of times, but I never thought of you looking at
me."
To which both sisters replied with their favourite exclamation, "Lor'!"
Just then came a voice from inside.
"Shut the door there, Rebecca, can't you? If there's one thing I can't
abide, and you might know it, it's a hopen door, and the draught right
on baby's head."
Rebecca took Peggy by the hand and drew her into the room, and while she
was relating the story of little missy's misfortunes to her mother,
little missy looked round her with the greatest interest.
It was a small room, but oh, how full of children! Dinner was being got
ready "against father and the boys coming home," Matilda said, but where
father and the boys could possibly find space to stand, much less to
sit, Peggy lay awake wondering for a long time that night. She counted
over all those already present, and found they were all there except
Lizzie, the lame girl. And besides the two babies and Alfred, whom she
knew by sight, she was amazed to see a fourth, a very tiny doll of a
thing--the tiniest thing she had ever seen, but which they all were as
proud of as if there had never been a baby among them before. At this
moment it was reposing in the arms of Mary-Hann; Light Smiley, whose
real name was Sarah, you remember, was taking charge of the two big
babies in one corner, while Reddy and her mother were busy at the fire,
and "Halfred" was amusing himself quietly with some marbles, apparently
his natural occupation.
What a lot of them! Peggy began to feel less sure that she would like to
have as many sisters as the Smileys. Still they all looked happy, and
their mother, whom Peggy had never seen before, had really a very kind
face.
"I'll see to the pot, Rebecca," she said; "just you wipe missy's frock a
bit. 'Twill be none the worse, you'll see. And so your dear mar's away
missy. I 'ope the change'll do her good."
"Yes, thank you," said Peggy. "She's gone to the country. Did you ever
live in the country? And was it in a white cottage?"
Mrs. Simpkins smiled.
"No, missy, I'm town-bred. 'Tis father as knows all about the country;
he's a Brackenshire man."
"Oh yes," said Peggy, "I forgot. It's Miss Earnshaw's mother I was
thinking of."
"But father," said Matilda, "_he_ can tell lots of tales about the
country."
"I wish he was at home," said Peggy. "But I must go, now my frock's
cleaned. Some day p'raps I'll come again. Thank you, Reddy," at which
Rebecca, who had been vigorously rubbing Peggy's skirts, stared and
looked as if she were going to say "Lor'!" "I'm going to buy soap-bubble
pipes at Mrs. Whelan's," Peggy went on, for she was losing her shyness
now; "that's what I comed out in the rain for. We're going to play at
soap-bubbles this afternoon, 'cos it's too wet to go out a walk."
All the Smileys listened with great interest.
"Mayn't Brown--I mean Matilda-Jane--come with me, pelease?" said Peggy.
"I'm _razer_ frightened to go to buy them alone; sometimes that old
woman does look so cross."
"She looks what she is then," said Reddy, "'cept for one thing; she's
awful good to Lizzie. She's a-sittin' down there this very minute as is,
is Lizzie, to be out o' the way like when mother and me's cleaning, you
see, miss."
Brown Smiley's face had grown grave.
"I dursn't let Mother Whelan see as I've not gone," she said, "but if
missy doesn't like to go alone--not as she'd be sharp to the likes of
you, but still----"
"_I'll_ go," said little Sarah, Light Smiley, that is to say. "Jest you
see to the childer will ye, Mary-Hann?" she shouted to the deaf sister.
"I won't be harf a minute."
"And you, Matilda-Jane, off with you," said Rebecca, which advice Brown
Smiley instantly followed.
Sarah took Peggy's hand to escort her down the dark staircase again.
Light Smiley was, of all the family perhaps, Peggy's favourite. She was
two years or so older than her little opposite neighbour, but she
scarcely looked it, for both she and Brown Smiley were small and slight,
and when you came to speak to them both, Sarah seemed a good deal
younger than Matilda; she was so much less managing and decided in
manner, but on the present occasion Peggy would have preferred the elder
Smiley, for to tell the truth her heart was beginning to beat much
faster than usual at the thought of facing Mrs. Whelan in her den.
"Isn't you frightened, Light Smiley?" asked the little girl when the two
stopped, and Peggy knew by this that they must be at the old woman's
door.
"Oh no," Sarah replied. "Tisn't as if we'd been up to any mischief, you
see. And Lizzie's there. She's mostly quiet when Lizzie's there."
So saying she pushed the door open. It had a bell inside, which
forthwith began to tinkle loudly, and made Peggy start. This bell was
the pride of Mrs. Whelan's heart; it made such a distinction, she
thought, between her and the rest of the tenants of the house, and the
more noisily it rang the better pleased she was. Sarah knew this, and
gave the door a good shove, at the same time pulling Peggy into the
room.
"What's it yer afther now, and what's become of Matilda-Jane?" called
out the old woman, not, at the first moment, catching sight of Peggy.
"It's little missy from over-the-way," Sarah hastened to explain;
"she's come to buy some pipes of you, Mother Whelan."
[Illustration: "To be sure," she said in her most gracious tone. "'Tis
the beautiful pipes I have. And 'tis proud I am to say the purty young
lady," and on she went with a long flattering speech about Peggy's
likeness to her "swate mother," and inquiries after the lady's health,
all the time she was reaching down from a high shelf an old broken
cardboard box, containing her stock of clay pipes.
P. 138.]
Mrs. Whelan looked at Peggy where she stood behind Sarah, gravely
staring about her.
"To be sure," she said in her most gracious tone. "'Tis the beautiful
pipes I have. And 'tis proud I am to say the purty young lady," and on
she went with a long flattering speech about Peggy's likeness to her
"swate mother," and inquiries after the lady's health, all the time she
was reaching down from a high shelf an old broken cardboard box,
containing her stock of clay pipes.
Peggy did not answer. In the first place, thanks to the old woman's
Irish accent and queer way of speaking she did not understand a quarter
of what she said. Then her eyes were busy gazing all about, and her nose
was even less pleasantly occupied, for there was a very strong smell in
the room. It was a sort of mixed smell of everything--not like the
curious "everything" smell that one knows so well in a village shop in
the country, which for my part I think rather nice--a smell of tea, and
coffee, and bacon, and nuts, and soap, and matting, and brown holland,
and spices, and dried herbs, all mixed together, but with a clean
feeling about it--no, the smell in Mrs. Whelan's was much stuffier
and snuffier. For joined to the odour of all the things I have named was
that of herrings and tobacco smoke, and, I rather fear, of whisky. And
besides all this, I am very much afraid that not only a spring cleaning
but a summer or autumn or winter cleaning, were unknown events in the
old woman's room. No wonder that Peggy, fresh from the soft-soap-and-water
smell of the Simpkins's upstairs, sniffed uneasily and wished Mrs.
Whelan would be quick with the pipes; her head felt so queer and
confused.
But looking round she caught sight of a very interesting object; this
was Lizzie, rocking herself gently on her chair in a corner, and seeming
quite at home. Peggy ran--no she couldn't run--the room was so crowded,
for a counter stood across one end, and in the other a big square old
bedstead, and between the two were a table and one or two chairs, and an
old tumble-down chest of drawers--made her way over to Lizzie.
"How do you do, Crip--Lizzie, I mean? I hope your pains aren't very bad
to-day?"
"Not so very, thank you, miss," said the poor girl. "It's nice and quiet
in here, and the quiet does me a deal o' good."
Peggy sighed.
"I don't like being very quiet," she said. "I wish you could come over
to the nursery; now that Hal and baby and nurse are away it's dreffully
quiet."
"But you wouldn't care to change places with me, would you, missy?" said
Lizzie. "I'm thinking you'd have noise enough if you were upstairs
sometimes. My--it do go through one's head, to be sure."
Peggy looked very sympathising.
"Aren't you frightened of _her_?" she whispered, nodding gently towards
Mrs. Whelan.
"Not a bit of it," said Lizzie, also lowering her voice; "she's right
down good to me, is the old body. She do scold now and then and no
mistake, but bless you, she'd never lay a finger on me, and it's no
wonder she's in a taking with the children when they kicks up a hextra
row, so to say."
Peggy's mouth had opened gradually during this speech, and now it
remained so. She could not understand half Lizzie's words, but she had
no time to ask for an explanation, for just then Light Smiley called to
her to come and look at the pipes which were by this time waiting for
her on the counter.
They were the cleanest things in the room--the only clean things it
seemed to Peggy as she lifted them up one by one to choose six very nice
ones. And then she paid her pennies and ran back to shake hands with
Lizzie and say good-bye to her--she wondered if she should shake hands
with Mrs. Whelan too, but fortunately the old woman did not seem to
expect it, and Peggy felt very thankful, for her brown wrinkled hands
looked sadly dirty to the little girl, dirtier perhaps than they really
were.
"I like your house much better than hers," said Peggy, when she and
Light Smiley were down at the bottom of the stairs again; "it smells
much nicer."
"Mother and Rebecca's all for scrubbing, that's certing," replied Sarah,
with a smile of pleasure--of course all little girls like to hear their
homes praised--"but she's not bad to Lizzie, is old Whelan," as if that
settled the whole question, and Peggy felt she must not say any more
about the dirty room.
Light Smiley felt it her duty to see "missy" safe across the street.
Peggy's hands were laden with the precious pipes, and Sarah carried the
big umbrella over the two of them. They chattered as they picked their
way through the mud and stood for a minute or two at the yard-door of
Peggy's house. Light Smiley peeped in.
"Lor'," she said, expressing her feelings in the same way as her
sisters, "yours must be a fine house, missy. All that there back-yard
for yerselves."
"You should see the droind-room, and mamma's room; there's a marble top
to the washing-stand," said Peggy, with pride.
"Lor'," said Sarah again.
"Some day," Peggy went on, excited by Sarah's admiration, "_some_ day
when my mamma comes home, I'm going to ask her to let me have a
tea-party of you _all_--in the nursery, you know. The nursery's nice
too, at least I daresay you'd like it."
"Is that the winder where you sees us from?" asked Sarah. "Matilda-Jane
says as how we could see you too quite plain at it if you put your face
quite close to the glass."
"I can't," said Peggy. "There's the toilet-table close to the window--at
least, it's really a chest of drawers, you know, but there's a
looking-glass on the top and a white cover, so it's like a toilet-table
for nurse, though it's too high up for me. I have to stand on a chair if
I want to see myself popperly."
"Dear!" said Sarah sympathisingly.
"And I can only see you by scrooging into the corner, and the curting's
there. No, you couldn't ever see me well up at the window. But that's
not the nursery where we'd have tea. That's only the night nursery. The
other one's to the front; that's the window where you can see the hills
far away."
"In the country, where father used to live. Oh yes, I know. I heerd
Matilda-Jane a-asking 'im about it," said Sarah.
"Oh, and did he tell you any more? Do ask him if it's really not far to
get there," said Peggy, eagerly.
Sarah nodded.
"I won't forget," she said; "and then, missy, when you axes us to the
tea-party, I'll be able to tell you all about it."
She did not mean to be cunning, poor little girl, but she was rather
afraid Peggy might forget about the tea-party, and she thought it was
not a bad plan to say something which might help to make her remember
it.
"Yes," Peggy replied, "that would be lovely. Do make him tell all you
can, Light Smiley. Oh, I do wish mamma would come home now, and I'd ask
her about the tea-party immediately. I'm sure she'd let me, for she
likes us to be kind to poor people."
Sarah drew herself up a little at this.
"We're not--not to say _poor_ folk," she said, with some dignity.
"There's a many of us, and it's hard enough work, but still----"
"Oh, don't be vexed," said Peggy. "I know you're not like--like beggars,
you know. And I think _we're_ rather poor too. Mamma often says papa has
to work hard."
Sarah grew quite friendly again.
"I take it folks isn't often rich when they've a lot of children," she
began, but the sound of a window opening across the street made her
start. "Bless me," she said, "I must run. There's Rebecca a-going to
scold me for standing talking. Good-bye, miss, I'll not forget to ask
father."
And Sarah darted away, carrying with her the umbrella, quite forgetting
that it was Peggy's. Peggy forgot it too, and it was not raining so fast
now, so there was less to remind her. She shut the door and ran across
the yard. The house door still stood open, and she made her way up to
the nursery without meeting any one.