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"It's a name I ain't ashamed of, and one that's pretty well known, at any rate!" "And my name, or my mother's name, is over a shop-doorway, 'licensed to sell tobacco and snuff'; and it's a name that we can't be proud of, Reggie." "But I'll put up with it, Deleah. I've made up my mind, and I'll go through with it.
Twice in the night Deleah slipped from her own warm bed to stand, an anxious little figure, shivering in her nightgown, her dark curls streaming down her back, a suspensive ear to the keyhole of her mother's door. People fainted because they had heart disease. Of heart disease they also died.
Day, having counted the stock of that commodity. "Two of them going bad. Say twenty-three, dear." "Twenty-three lemons," repeated Deleah, entering that number in the stocktaking book. "Three whole, and one half tin of ginger-nuts, at eight-pence the pound." "Three and a half tins Oh, wait a minute, mama." She held her pen suspended to look through the shop-window.
She had received notice that morning that three pupils of whom she was proud, who did the school credit, were to leave next quarter. She had had a "brush" with the German governess, and Fraeulein had been insolent. But Fraeulein was valuable, and Miss Chaplin had bottled her wrath, to empty it on the innocent head of Deleah.
If a man sets an end before him, and works for all he's worth to get it, does he get it, Miss Deleah?" "He gets it. Never doubt it!" "Well then, see! When I get my share of the business I shall work the whole show up as I have worked my own department. The other establishments in the same line can put their shutters up.
The sentiment attached to her sable garments heightened the interest awakened by Deleah's slight form and her winsome face; made her clear skin paler; made her eyes shine more jewel-like beneath the fine line of her black brows. Among the members of her own sex were, at the period of her eighteenth birthday, all the captives to her charms of which Deleah was aware.
No more expensive paint-boxes and toys for Franky; Bessie and darling Deleah in shabby hats; Bernard without pocket-money, made a banker's clerk, perhaps she had heard her husband say bank-clerks had no prospects, poor beggars! Bernard her handsome Bernard to be a "poor beggar" !
From her pocket she drew forth a letter received that morning from the unhappy son. Deleah read it with a painful mingling of pity and contempt. It was indeed an afflicting letter for any mother to receive; and Mrs. Day had too long been fed on the bread of affliction. "You see, he begs of me to do something to buy him off." "Yes. I think his letter is abject." "Don't, dear!
Bernard at George Boult's little branch shop in the country town of Ingleby, chained body and soul to the heavy drudgery of uncongenial occupation, thought of his father only with rage and resentment. Franky, childlike, had apparently forgotten. Deleah could not forget.
Then, turning, with his hands on the shoulders of the young man before him, he was racing down the room to join hands with the laughing Deleah at the end of the procession, ducking his heavy, short-necked head, to squeeze his broad figure with her slight one under the archway of raised arms, dashing to his place opposite his daughter at the top of the room again.
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