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Updated: June 16, 2025
"Perhaps," she said slowly, "your idea about the Volsky family is a good one. We'll try it out, dear! There was a MAN, once, Who said: 'Suffer the little children to come 'Why, Rose-Marie, what's the matter?" For Rose-Marie, her face hidden in the crook of her elbow, was crying like a very tired child. It was with a light heart that Rose-Marie started back to the tenement.
But I guess I'm good enough t' kiss yer " All at once his hands shot out, closed with the strength of a vise upon her arms, just above her elbows. "I guess I'm good enough t' kiss yer!" he repeated gloatingly. Rose-Marie felt cold fear creeping through her veins. There was something clammy in Jim's touch, something more than menacing in his eyes.
And, in keeping her from seeing them, he would also keep her from making Bennie into a real, wholesome boy he would keep her from showing Ella the dangers of the precipice that she was skirting. Of course, he might help Lily. But, Rose-Marie told herself that perhaps even Lily golden-haired, angelic little Lily might seem soulless to him. "I'm not blushing, Dr.
Rose-Marie would have cried with joy to have seen him do it, but Rose-Marie was in another part of the building, teaching tiny children to embroider outlines, with gay wool, upon perforated bits of cardboard. The Young Doctor, passing by the half-opened door of the kindergarten room, saw her there and paused for a moment to enjoy the sight.
But Rose-Marie had noticed that there were no unwashed dishes lying in the tub that the corners of the room had had some of the grime of months swept out of them. When Ella Volsky came suddenly into the flat, with lips compressed, and a high colour, Rose-Marie had been glowingly conscious of her start of surprise.
No one stood out from the other, they were strikingly similar. They had carried her books to school, had shared apples with her, had played escort to prayer-meetings and to parties. But none of them had ever stirred her imagination as the Young Doctor stirred it. There in the dark Rose-Marie felt herself blushing.
With Pa gone the air would clear, magically, of some of its heaviness. Rose-Marie, telling herself how much the death of Pa was going to benefit the Volsky family, felt all at once heartless. She had been brought up in an atmosphere where death carries sorrow with it deep sorrow and sanctity.
With hurried steps Rose-Marie crossed the room, and took the child's slim, little hand in her own. "Come with me, honey," she said, almost forgetting that Lily could not hear her voice. "Come with me," and she led her gently back to the inner room. Ella was sitting on the floor, her face still wan, her attitude unconsciously tragic.
But of what avail would be Bennie's growing faith and idealism if he had to come, night after night, to the home that was responsible for men like Jim and like Pa? Pa! Rose-Marie realized with a new sense of shock that Pa was no longer a force to reckon with. Pa was dead had been crushed by a truck.
The family isn't large just a small boy who goes to school, and a small girl, and an older girl who is working. There's a grown son, but he can take care of himself..." the last she said almost under her breath. "He can take care of himself. It would be better, for them " The Superintendent was eyeing Rose-Marie curiously.
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