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"Now," said Nora, and she held it up so that all could see, then she gave it into Pollie's hand. The puzzle was solved. "Peace on earth," read the child aloud. There was a silence, each one occupied with thoughts those words suggested. Tears filled the eyes of the two widows, for they clearly understood what was in the girl's heart when tracing those letters.
Come, give us two or three, I'll get rid of 'em for yer; I'll bring yer back the money. Look sharp, I see some folks a-comin'." And without further parley she snatched up several of the dainty little bunches tied up so neatly by Pollie's mother, and rushed off in pursuit of purchasers.
She did not now, when her day's work was ended, come into Mrs. Turner's room to have a friendly chat, or interest herself in Pollie's fortune-making, as she used to do. It is true, she still brought the flowers for the child, but her whole mind seemed too absorbed to dwell on these trivial matters which formerly possessed such an interest for her. Her entire thoughts were centred on Nora.
Turner had carried him up to her own room, washed and dressed him in one of Pollie's clean frocks, given him some wholesome bread-and-butter, then brought him with her to church.
Lor', it's awful," she replied; "here, policeman, do get this poor child through that there mob; I guess her mother is in a way about her." "All right, Mrs. S ," said the man, and to Pollie's astonishment he took her up in his arms, to carry her through the crowd, who made way for him to pass with his light burden.
Once only, when the rector gave forth his text, "Consider the lilies of the field," the boy grasped the widow's hand, and whispered "Be they the flowers Pollie give me?" Heaven and Pollie's violets filled his heart. Many were the happy children who issued forth from St.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked, gazing wildly around. "To Pollie's mother," was the reply. But the woman hung back and strove to free herself. "I will not go!" she cried; "let me stay here, leave me to myself." However, there is much to be said in favour of strength of will.
The rustling of her skirts and the emphatic tones of her voice aroused the parrot, which had been dosing on its perch, its head sunk between its shoulders and its breast-feathers fluffed out into a little green apron over its grey claws. "Pollie's own pet girlie," it murmured drowsily, with dry clickings of its tongue against its beak, the words jolting out in foolish twos and threes.
Kind old gentlemen, fathers, or it may be grandfathers some of them, thought of their own more fortunate children, whose lives were so much easier, and so thinking, stopped and bought of the shy little maiden, speaking kindly to her the while; girls on their way to the city workrooms gladly spent a hard-earned penny for violets, and worked more cheerfully afterwards, gladdened by the mere remembrance of Pollie's grateful thanks.
And so Pollie's mother found them fast asleep, with the star-light shining on their upturned faces. "Of such is the kingdom of heaven." "I say, why don't yer come with me on Saturdays, Pollie?" asked Sally Grimes one Thursday evening as they wended their way homewards.
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