IN LONDON.
It was night when Kate reached London, but her uncle was waiting for
her at the railway station, and she and her luggage were soon stowed
away in a cab, and they were rattling through the brilliantly-lighted
streets. To Kate's unaccustomed eyes it was like fairyland for a few
minutes, and she thought she had indeed been fortunate to obtain a
place in one of these grand shops.
But she soon found there were streets in London almost as dimly lighted
as their own village streets at home, and shops much less grand and
imposing than those she had first seen.
At last the cab stopped, and Kate saw, to her disappointment, that it
was not a broad, fashionable thoroughfare, and the shop, with its piles
of buns and loaves of bread, was by no means imposing, but rather
old-fashioned in its appearance, and the whole street was the same,
although there were a great number of people about, and everybody
seemed in such a hurry that Kate made up her mind there must be a fire
or some accident must have happened, near at hand. All this passed
through her mind, as her box was being lifted from the roof of the cab,
as she stood on the pavement looking up and down the busy,
old-fashioned street, that was so unlike what she had fancied her new
home would be.
Her cousin Marion was behind the counter in the shop, and there seemed
to be a constant stream of customers coming and going. "This is the
best bun house in London," whispered her uncle, as he took her hand and
led her in.
The old lady, who was likewise serving, left her post when she saw Kate
and her uncle, and led the way into the cosy parlour behind the shop.
She seemed pleased with Kate's appearance and manner, and asked her a
great many questions about her home and her mother.
"We are very quiet, old-fashioned people, ourselves," she said,
"although we live in London, and I am very particular about the young
people I have to help me in the shop, and never allow them to make
friends among the customers. Be civil to all, but nothing more than
that to anyone, my dear; that is my rule, and you must remember to obey
it. Marion knows I am more strict about this than anything else, and
so I hope you will remember it, too."
"Yes, ma'am, I will," said Kate; and then the old lady asked the
servant to bring up some supper, and went back to the shop, that Marion
might come in and speak to her father and cousin.
"I am to give you some supper, and then take you to bed," said Marion,
after their greetings were over. "You will have some supper with us,
father?--Mrs. Maple told me to ask you."
"No, thank you, my dear, I want to get home, and you girls don't need
me now. I have told Kate she is always to spend the Sunday with us,
the same as you do."
"Oh, yes, of course she will," said Marion. "You see that is one
advantage of being in an old-fashioned shop like this; we have no
Sunday work," she said, turning to her cousin.
"Mother will be glad to know that," said Kate.
"Yes, you must tell her when you write," said her uncle, bidding her
good-bye.
When he was gone the girls sat down to supper, and Kate tried to eat,
but everything was so strange, and she had such an intense longing to
see her mother, that she said "yes" and "no" to her cousin's questions,
scarcely understanding what they were.
The next morning, however, she felt a good deal better, and by the end
of the week began to feel quite at home, for Mrs. Maple was not a hard
mistress, and so Kate was able to give a good account of her home, when
she wrote to her mother.
"What shall we do to-morrow--where shall we go?" said Marion, on
Saturday afternoon.
"Where do you generally go?" said Kate rather timidly. "I have been
going to ask you two or three times how you spend Sunday."
"Oh! I go home, and, if it's fine, Bella and I go for a walk, or a
little way into the country. But you will want to see London, of
course."
"Yes," said Kate, rather slowly; "I should like to see some of the
grand places I have heard about, but--but don't you think we might
manage to see them another time? Don't you go to Sunday school?" she
asked, in a still lower tone.
Her cousin stared at her in blank amazement, for a minute or two and
then burst into a merry laugh. "Go to Sunday school--a young woman
like me?" she said.
"Well, not to Sunday school, exactly: I did not mean that, but to
church and Bible-class?" said Kate.
"Oh, yes, we go to church sometimes, for a change, when it's wet, and
it's a good place to see the fashions, too, but I never went to Sunday
school in my life; mother said it wasn't genteel!"
"Mother liked me to go to Sunday school, and I promised her I would
find out a Bible-class, as soon as I could," said Kate.
"Well, so you can, I daresay, after a little while, but you must look
round a bit first Now where shall we go on Sunday? You see the fine
weather won't last long, and there's such lots of things for you to
see. Of course, you would like to see Buckingham Palace, and the
Houses of Parliament, and the Albert Memorial, and Kensington Gardens.
But we can't see everything in one Sunday, so we had better make up our
mind to go and see the Parks and the Memorial next Sunday."
Kate did not answer, but Marion chose to consider the matter settled.
Later in the day, when they had time for a few minutes' chat to
themselves, Marion said, "You will soon forget your old-fashioned,
countrified notions about Sunday schools and Bible-classes. They were
all very well, I daresay, for the country people could go out and get a
breath of fresh air any day in the week; but you can't here, and so we
are obliged to manage our Sundays the best way we can."
"Yes--but--but I should like to go to church next Sunday. Mother asked
me in her letter this morning to tell her whether I had found a nice
Bible-class, and where I went to church."
"Oh! well, we'll go to church for once, just to satisfy your mother,
Kate, only she can't expect us to go every Sunday."
Kate thought she had better be content with the small victory she had
gained, and perhaps, by-and-by, she might be able to persuade Marion to
go to Bible-class with her, and thus put an end to these Sunday
excursions. In the meantime, she must go with her cousins for a walk
or a pleasure trip on a Sunday afternoon, or else Marion would refuse
to accompany her to school.
It seemed strange to Kate, at first, to be walking about in the noisy
streets, or gazing at the fashionable, gaily-dressed people in the
Park, but she soon began to enjoy discussing this one's dress and that
one's bonnet almost as much as her cousins did, and her younger cousin
said, "You will soon wear off all your country rust, Kate. How could
you have lived in that pokey place so long?"
"Oh, it wasn't pokey a bit," said Kate warmly; "I had lots of friends
there, and that is what we are not allowed to have here. Don't you
find that rule of Mrs. Maple's rather hard to keep sometimes, Marion?"
she added.
"What rule?" said Marion.
"About saying as few words as possible to the customers in the shop;
Mrs. Maple told me she was most strict about it."
"Well, I suppose she is," said Marion, carelessly; "at least, just at
first;" but they were joined at this moment by two young men, whom Kate
instantly recognised as being frequent visitors at the shop.
She cast an inquiring glance at Marion, as one of them said, "This is
the cousin you told me was coming to help you in the shop, I suppose?"
"I have been there all the week, and seen you several times, I think,"
said Kate quickly, at which they all burst into a loud laugh.
A few minutes afterwards they were joined by some more friends, who
were likewise customers at the shop, as Kate's eyes instantly told her,
and she wondered whether her cousin did keep the rule about friends and
customers, as strictly as Mrs. Maple supposed.
Before the next week was over, she found that these friends of Marion's
came in for buns or pastry when Mrs. Maple was sure to be out of the
way, and a good deal of laughing and chatting went on between them.
"Of course I don't keep such a stupid rule as that, Kate, how can I?"
said her cousin afterwards, when they were talking about this. "It
would not do to laugh and chat with the old lady in the way, but where
is the harm I should like to know?"
Kate shook her head. "Of course I don't understand business," she
said, "but I thought it was a strange rule, myself."
"A strange rule! It is the most stupid and absurd one that could be
thought of. Some people come into the shop every day, and to think I
am only to say 'yes' and 'no' to them is ridiculous."
"But all those young men you met on Sunday--surely you knew some of
them in a different way than just coming into the shop?" said Kate.
"No, I don't," replied her cousin; "I never saw them until I came
here," she added, laughing.
Kate looked a little disappointed. "I--I thought you knew them so
well, they seemed so friendly--that they must be friends of your
brothers--that your father knew their friends and all about them,"
stammered Kate.
"You little goose! what difference can it make to us, whether my father
and grandfather knew theirs, or whether we met last week for the first
time?" said Marion, laughing.
But Kate was not satisfied. "I wish I could talk to mother about it,"
she said, half aloud.
"For patience sake don't look so solemn and talk so seriously about a
little thing like that, and as to telling your mother everything, why
no sensible girl of any spirit would think of such nonsense, for she
would know that her mother could not understand about things she had
never seen or heard of. Now, don't be silly, Kate, and make your
mother uncomfortable about you. We went to church last Sunday on
purpose that you might tell her we had been, and after that she will be
satisfied, unless you tell her something on purpose to make her anxious
about you." And Marion went to serve another customer, feeling sure
that Kate would not say anything about these acquaintances now.
Kate certainly did not want to say anything that would make her mother
anxious. Only this morning she had received a letter from her mother
saying she had lost almost all her fears concerning her welfare now,
for Kate's letters had given such a faithful account of Mrs. Maple's
strict ways, and the stringent rule about chance acquaintances, and her
resolution to induce her cousins to go with her to a Bible-class very
soon, that Mrs. Haydon grew almost as hopeful as Kate about the future.
And Kate was quite sincere in her desire to induce her cousins to spend
their Sundays differently, and she thought if she went with them to see
the various sights of London just once or twice they would be willing
to go with her afterwards. The following Sunday morning when they were
dressing to go out Marion said, "Where do you think we are going
to-day, Kate?"
"You said you would take me to Westminster Abbey or to St. Paul's,"
said Kate.
"Ah, yes, so I did; but a wet Sunday will do for those places, and they
want us to go to Richmond or Greenwich Park. Which shall it be, Kate?"
said her cousin, brushing her hair more vigorously.
"Who wants us to go?" asked Kate.
"Oh, you know--the friends who met us in the Park last Sunday."
"The young men who came into the shop on Friday? Wouldn't they go with
us to the Abbey or to St. Paul's instead?" said Kate.
Marion laughed. "I shouldn't like to ask them," she said; "and pray
don't say anything about Sunday school before them."
"I am not ashamed of it, I can tell you," said Kate, in a half-offended
tone.
"No, no, of course not; but then, you see, you are not in the country
now," said Marion, "and things are different in London."
"I don't see why they should be; there are Sunday schools in London, I
know, and I mean to find out a Bible-class, and then you and Bella
shall come and see how nice it is."
"Well, there's plenty of time for that when the fine weather is all
over," said Marion a little impatiently. "Now, Kate, be quick and
decide where we shall go, for I expect they will meet us as we go home,
and we must tell them where to meet us this afternoon."
"Well, I would rather not go at all," said Kate slowly, for she knew
her conscience would not let her enjoy the most pleasant trip that
could be arranged.
"Oh, nonsense, but you must come, I have promised for you; they
particularly want you to go," said Marion.
Kate could not help feeling pleased and flattered by her cousin's
words, but she made another feeble protest.
"I would much rather go to St. Paul's," she said, "and if I go with you
to-day you must promise to go to Bible-class with me very soon."
"Oh, I promise," laughed Marion. "And now, Kate, once more, where
shall we go, for I promised you should decide this? I am a great mind
to be jealous of you, my little country cousin," she added; "Bella
would be, I know."
"I don't see what you have got to be jealous about," said Kate, yet
still feeling pleased and elated, in spite of her better sense.
"Now let me give you a few finishing touches before we go," said
Marion, a few minutes afterwards, "and I will lend you my green brooch
and a veil. You must let me alter your bonnet a little one night next
week. There; now you don't look quite so dowdy," said Marion, as she
pushed her cousin before the looking-glass after the "few touches" had
been given to her bonnet and neck ribbon.
"Come, Kate, will you take this parasol of mine?" said her cousin.
"Oh, yes, and I must take some money, I suppose," said Kate, going to
her box and unlocking it. She did not like her cousin to see what a
small store of money she had, and so she put the purse into her pocket
as it was, but not intending to spend more than a shilling, for the
little sum her mother had given her was to last three months for her
extra expenses.