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"I should laugh, Fly Clifford, to see you going to churches! All the ministers would come down out of the pulpits and ask what little mischief that was, and make aunt 'Ria carry you home!" "No, he wouldn't, too! I'd sit stiller'n two, free, five hundred mouses," pleaded Flyaway, climbing up the back of a chair to show how quiet she could be. "O, it's no use to talk about it, darling.
"When may she, Aunt 'Ria?" cried Prudy, entirely forgetting her troubles; "when may she write it, Aunt 'Ria, she and Cassy?" "A pretty piece of folly it would be, wouldn't it, dear, when you can't read a word of writing?" "But Susy can a little, auntie; and mother can a great deal: and I'll never tease 'em, only nights when I go to bed, and days when I don't feel well. Please, Aunt 'Ria."
Long may he live, the singer of "What cheer, Ria?" the type and epitome of the life whose outward signs are drags, brandies-and-soda, and pale neckties. Gaily trotted the four bays, and as Clapham was approached brick tenements disappeared in Portland stone and iron railings.
'Excuse me, Mother, shall I wash up? she said at once. She always did wash up. And 'excuse me' usually prefaced her questions. 'Please, Jane Anne, said Mother. The entire family called her Jane Anne, although her baptismal names were rather fine. Sometimes she answered, too, to Jinny, but when it was a question of household duties it was Jane Anne, or even 'Ria.
Oaths, vociferations, and the slamming of cab-doors. The darkness was decorated by the pink of a silk skirt, the crimson of an opera-cloak vivid in the light of a carriage-lamp, with women's faces, necks, and hair. The women sprang gaily from hansoms and pushed through the swing-doors. It was Lubini's famous restaurant. Within the din was deafening. "What cheer, 'Ria! 'Ria's on the job,"
"No, Dotty don't; her don't 'low me care nuffin there now!" cried Katie, very glad to tell her sorrows. "She's so little, you know, Aunt 'Ria," murmured Dotty, with her hand on the door-latch. There was a struggle going on in Dotty's mind. She wished very much to run away, and at the same time that "voice" which speaks in everybody's heart was saying, "Now, Dotty, be a good girl, a noble girl.
It was not, after all, very grievous to be blind, she thought, if one could live at this Institute and have such nice plays. "Aunt 'Ria thinks I ought to give them something, I s'pose. When I get home I mean to ask mamma and grandma to dress a beautiful doll, and I'll send it to Emily. She'll keep it to remember me by; and it won't cost any of my money if papa buys the head."
I wish we could stay here this mornin', anyhow, 'n' not git out in those dreadful crowded streets jest yet." He sat down beside her with a promptness which evoked a startled shriek from an absorbed young person reading near them. "Then we'll stay right here," he announced, kindly. "We're here, 'Ria, to do jest what you want, an' we're goin' to do it."
There was ever so many little angels with him, and some of 'em sang. They didn't sing sorry; they was singing, 'The Little Boy that died. And, aunt 'Ria, I guess you wouldn't cry if you could see how happy they were!"
"What cheer, Ria? Ria's on the job; What cheer, Ria? Speculate a bob." As soon as he could make himself heard, Mike said "You need not wait for me. We are only five minutes from Brighton. I'll ride over in an hour's time. Do you wait for me at the Ship, Kitty." "I don't think this at all nice of you."
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