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A Sunny Little Lass   By: (1843-1910)

A Sunny Little Lass by Evelyn Raymond

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New York Hurst & Company Publishers

Copyright, 1906, by George W. Jacobs & Company

Published August, 1906

All rights reserved

Printed in U. S. A.

CONTENTS CHAPTER PAGE I. The One Room House 9 II. After the Colonel's Visit 25 III. In Elbow Lane 47 IV. Beside Old Trinity 59 V. A Desolate Awakening 77 VI. The Beginning of the Search 93 VII. A Guardian Angel 111 VIII. With Bonny as Guide 125 IX. In the Ferry House 143 X. Another Stage of the Journey 155 XI. A Haven of Refuge 177 XII. News from the Lane 201 XIII. The Wonderful Ending 217


The One Room House

It was in "the littlest house in Ne' York" that Glory lived, with grandpa and Bo'sn, the dog, so she, and its owner, often boasted; and whether this were actually true or not, it certainly was so small that no other sort of tenant than the blind captain could have bestowed himself, his grandchild, and their few belongings in it.

A piece of pie shaped room, built to utilize a scant, triangular space between two big warehouses, only a few feet wide at the front and no width at all at the rear. Its ceiling was also its roof and from it dangled whatever could be hung thus, while the remaining bits of furniture swung from hooks in the walls. Whenever out of use, even the little gas stove was set upon a shelf in the inner angle, thereby giving floor space sufficient for two camp stools and a three cornered scrap of a table at which they ate and worked, with Bo'sn curled beneath.

This mite of a house stood at the crook of Elbow Lane, down by the approaches to the big bridge over East River, in a street so narrow that the sun never could shine into it; yet held so strong an odor of salt water and a near by fish market, that the old sailor half fancied himself still afloat. He couldn't see the dirt and rubbish of the Lane, nor the pinched faces of the other dwellers in it, for a few tenements were still left standing among the crowding warehouses, and these were filled with people. Glory, who acted as eyes for the old man, never told him of unpleasant things, and, indeed, scarcely saw them herself. To her, everything was beautiful and everybody kind, and in their own tiny home, at least, everything was scrupulously clean and shipshape.

When they had hung their hammocks back upon the wall, for such were the only beds they had room for, and had had their breakfast of porridge, the captain would ask: "Decks scrubbed well, mate?"

"Aye, aye, sir!" came the cheery answer, and Glory's hands, fresh from the suds, would touch the questioner's cheek.

"Brasses polished, hawsers coiled, rations dealt?"

"Aye, aye, cap'n!" again called the child.

"Eight bells! Every man to his post!" ordered the master, and from the ceiling a bell struck out the half hours in the only way the sailor would permit time to be told aboard his "ship." Then Glory whisked out her needle and thread, found grandpa his knife and bit of wood, and the pair fell to their tasks. His was the carving of picture frames, so delicately and deftly that one could hardly believe him sightless; hers the mending of old garments for her neighbors, and her labor was almost as capable as his. It had earned for her the nickname of "Take a Stitch," for, in the Lane, people were better known by their employments than their surnames. Grandpa was "Cap'n Carver" when at his morning work, but after midday, "Captain Singer," since then, led by his dog Bo'sn, he sang upon the streets to earn his livelihood... Continue reading book >>

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