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For she had not forgotten the little pitcher of milk, and the service it had been to her, and she thought that the cat on the milk-jug would remind Popsey of the little black kitten of which she had been so fond. All these parcels were put carefully under the seat in the pony-carriage, and then they drove to Mother Manikin's.
But before she went there was a little whispered conversation between Rosalie and her mother, which ended in Jessie's carrying away in her pocket no less than half of Mother Manikin's present. 'You'll need it before you get home, dear, said the sick woman; 'and mind you go straight to your mother. Don't stop till you run right into her arms! And when you see Mrs.
'Miss Rosie dear, he said, 'I thought you were never coming; I got quite frightened about you; you're such a little mite of a thing to go fighting your own way in that great big crowd. 'Oh, Toby, said Rosalie, 'I haven't seen Mother Manikin! and she told him what she had heard from the giant of Mother Manikin's prospects. 'I am sorry, said Toby. 'Then you have had all your walk for nothing?
Rosalie ran home to her mother and gave her Mother Manikin's parcel. There were several paper wrappings, which the child took off one by one, and then came an envelope, inside which was a piece of money. She took it out and held it up to her mother; it was a half-sovereign!
In a blind rage I flew from place to place, and snatched and hurled any missile that came handy; the storm of books, inkstands, and chunks of coal gloomed the air and beat about the manikin's perch relentlessly, but all to no purpose; the nimble figure dodged every shot; and not only that, but burst into a cackle of sarcastic and triumphant laughter as I sat down exhausted.
She was so spent and exhausted that, had it not been for Mother Manikin's beef-tea, which Rosalie gave her as soon as she came in, she must have fainted from very weariness. A few minutes afterwards the waggons rumbled past, the theatre party set off on their journey, and Rosalie and her mother were left alone.
And it was not only at her evening prayer that Rosalie mentioned Mother Manikin's name that day; it was not only then that she knelt down to ask the Good Shepherd to seek and to save little Mother Manikin. All day long Rosalie sat by her mother's side, watching her tenderly and carefully, and trying to imitate Mother Manikin in the way she arranged her pillows and waited upon her.
'Let me help you, she said, running up and unfastening the shutter. 'I'm extremely obliged to you, said a voice behind her which made Rosalie start. It was no child's voice; it was a voice she knew well, a voice she had often longed to hear. It was little Mother Manikin's voice! With one glad cry of joy, Rosalie flung herself into the little woman's arms.
Rosalie went to the box and brought out the little black Testament, and then, sitting at Mother Manikin's feet, she read her favourite story of the lost sheep. 'Has he found you, Mother Manikin? she said, as she closed the book. The little dwarf put her head on one side, and smoothed her tiny grey curls, but made no answer.
It was but his own shadow which trailed up the wall as he passed the lights, and yet it looked to the doctor's eye as though some huge and sombre figure walked by a manikin's side and led him silently up the lonely street. Dr. Horace Selby heard again of his patient next morning, and rather earlier than he had expected.
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