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Lampeer, who was very much irritated that he should be interrupted just at the moment when he was about to carry the point; for he loved to carry a point better than to eat his breakfast. When the boys came in, they told the widow that they wished to speak with little sick Harry. They talked to Harry awhile, without noticing what was going on in the other part of the room.
"Sarah Martin," said the widow, trembling with terror, and growing red and white in turns. Mr. Lampeer, who was on the lookout for any sign of guiltiness, was now sure that Mrs. Martin could not be honest. "Where do you live?" This was spoken with a half sneer. "In Slab Alley," whispered the widow, for her voice was scared out of her. "How many children have you got?" Mrs.
Mrs. Martin took the pen and was about to sign. But it was necessary to have two witnesses, and so Lampeer took his hat and called a neighbor-woman, for the second witness. Mrs. Martin delayed the signature as long as she could. But seeing no other help, she took up the pen. She thought of Abraham with the knife in his hand. She hoped that an angel would call out of heaven to her relief.
Poor woman! the pen dropped from her hand as the knife had dropped from Abraham's. She grasped Willie's arm, saying, "How can I help it? Do tell me!" But Lampeer had grasped the other arm, and broke out with "You rogue, what do you mean?" Willie's fine blue eyes turned quickly into Lampeer's one muddy eye.
And so, while others had machines, Mrs. Martin could not make much without one. She had been obliged to ask help from the overseer of the poor. Mr. Lampeer, the overseer, was a hard man. He had not skill enough to detect impostors, and so he had come to believe that everybody who was poor was rascally. He had but one eye, and he turned his head round in a curious way to look at you out of it.
I only know that Lampeer went out angry and muttering. Willie was happy that night. He went down to the festival at the Mission. There was Tommy Puffer's soft, oyster-like body among the scholars of the Mission. He was waiting for something good. His mouth and eyes were watering. He looked triumphantly at the boys from the other school. They wouldn't get anything so nice.
Presently Willie felt his arm pulled. Looking round, he saw Susie's tearful face. "Please don't let mother give me and George away." Somehow all the children in school had the habit of coming to this long-headed Willie for help, and to him Susie came. That word of Susie's awakened Willie. Up to that moment he had not thought what Mr. Lampeer was there for. Now he saw Mrs.
But as there was no voice from heaven, she dipped the pen in the ink. Just then some one happened to knock at the door, and the poor woman's nerves were so weak that she let the pen fall, and sank into a chair. Lampeer, who stood near the door, opened it with an impatient jerk, and did the angel of deliverance enter? It was only Willie Blake and Sammy Bantam. Let us go back.
The little children were hungry. And yet Mrs. Martin had not made up her mind. At the appointed time Lampeer came. He took out the two indentures with which the mother was to sign away all right to her two eldest children. It was in vain that the widow told him that if she lost them she could do no work for her own support, and must be forever a pauper.
Lampeer had an idea that no poor person had a right to love children. Parental love was, in his eyes, or his eye, an expensive luxury that none but the rich should indulge in. "Mrs.
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