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A Girl of the People By: L. T. Meade (1854-1914) |
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BY L. T. MEADE
CHAPTER I.
"You have kept us waiting an age! Come along, Bet, do." "She ain't going to funk it, surely!" "No, no, not she, she's a good 'un, Bet is, come along, Bet. Joe
Wilkins is waiting for us round the corner, and he says Sam is to be
there, and Jimmy, and Hester Wright: do come along, now." "Will Hester Wright sing?" suddenly demanded the girl who was being
assailed by all these remarks. "Yes, tip top, a new song from one of the music halls in London. Now
then, be you coming or not, Bet?" "No, no, she's funking it," suddenly called out a dancing little sprite
of a newspaper girl. She came up close to Bet as she spoke, and shook
a dirty hand in her face, and gazed up at her with two mirthful,
teasing, wicked black eyes. "Bet's funking it, she's a mammy's
girl, she's tied to her mammy's apron strings, he he he!" The other girls all joined in the laugh; and Bet, who was standing
stolid and straight in the centre of the group, first flushed angrily,
then turned pale and bit her lips. "I ain't funking," she said; "nobody can ever say as there's any funk
about me, there's my share. Good night." She tossed a shilling on to the pavement, and before the astonished
girls could intercept her, turned on her heel and marched away. A mocking laugh or two floated after her on the night air, then the
black eyed girl picked up the shilling, said Bet was a "good 'un,
though she wor that contrairy," and the whole party set off singing
and shouting, up the narrow street of this particular Liverpool slum. Bet, when she left her companions, walked quickly in the direction of
the docks; the pallor still continued on her brown cheeks, and a dazed
expression filled her heavy eyes. "They clinched it when they said I wor a mammy's girl," she muttered.
"There ain't no funk in me, but there was a look about mother this
morning that I couldn't a bear. No, I ain't a mammy's girl, not I.
There was never nought so good about me, and I have give away my last
shilling, flung it into the gutter. Well, never mind. I ain't tied
to nobody's apron strings no, not I. Wish I wor, wish I wor." She walked on, not too fast, holding herself very stiff and erect now.
She was a tall girl, made on a large and generous scale, her head was
well set on a pair of shapely shoulders, and her coils of red brown
hair were twisted tightly round her massive head. "Bet," said a young lad, as he rushed up the street "ha ha, handsome
Bet, give us a kiss, will ye?" Bet rewarded him with a smart cuff across his face, and marched on,
more defiant than ever. As she paused at a certain door a sweet looking girl with a white face,
dressed in the garb of a Sister, came out. "Ah, Elizabeth, I am glad you have arrived," she said. "I have just
left your mother; she has been crying for you, and and she is very
ill indeed." "Oh, I know that, Sister Mary; let me go upstairs now." Bet pushed past the girl almost rudely, and ascended the dark rickety
stairs with a light step. Her head was held very far back, and in her
eyes there was a curious mixture of defiance, softness and despair.
Two little boys, with the same reddish brown hair as hers, were playing
noisily on the fourth landing. They made a rush at Bet when they saw
her, climbed up her like little cats, and half strangled her with their
thin half naked arms. "Bet, Bet, I say, mother's awful bad. Bet, speak to Nat; he stole my
marble, he did. Fie on you, Cap'n; you shouldn't have done it." "I like that!" shouted the ragged boy addressed as "Cap'n." "You took
it from me first, you know you did, Gen'ral." "If mother's bad, you shouldn't make a noise," said Bet, flinging the
two little boys away, with no particular gentleness. "There, of course
I'll kiss you, Gen'ral poor little lad. Go down now and play on the
next landing, and keep quiet for the next ten minutes if it's in you." "Bet," whispered the youngest boy, who was known as "Cap'n," "shall
I tell yer what mother did this morning?" "No, no; I don't want to hear go downstairs and keep quiet, do... Continue reading book >>
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