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"You've never gone to all this trouble and expense for me, I hope?" remonstrated Mollie. "La, no; I hadn't the money. The young gentleman had 'em ordered here from the restaurant up-street. Sit right down at once." "Dear, kind, considerate Hugh!" Mollie thought, as she took her place at the tidy table. "Where is he now, Mrs. Slimmens?"
She rose at once, bathed her face and brushed her curls, and quitted the bedroom. Mrs. Slimmens, in the little kitchen, was bustling about the midday meal. "Your dinner is all ready, Miss Dane," that worthy woman said, "and the young gentleman told me not on any account to allow you upstairs again until you'd had it. Sit right down here. I've got some nice broiled chicken and blancmange."
Slimmens' for a reviving cup of tea. "I have everything arranged for the funeral, Mollie," Mr. Ingelow said at parting. "I will be here by nine o'clock to-morrow. Don't give yourself the least anxiety about the matter, Mollie." The young man departed. Mollie had her toast, and returned to the death-room. She remained there until past midnight with Mrs. Harmen; then, at Mrs.
Slimmens' earnest request, she retired, and that good woman took her place. At ten next day, the humble funeral cortège started. Mr. Ingelow sat in the carriage with Mollie, but they spoke very little during the melancholy drive. It was a dismal day, with ceaseless rain, and sighing wind, and leaden sky.
He ran lightly up the rickety staircase, and Mollie, pausing a moment to tap at Mrs. Slimmens' door, and ask her to share her last vigil, slowly followed, and returned to the solemn chamber of death. Mrs. Slimmens, worthy woman, saw to Mr. Ingelow's comfort. She found a chair and a little table and a pillow for the young gentleman, and fixed him as agreeably as possible on the landing.
"Sammy Slimmens, miss. Miss Miriam sent me, miss she did." "Miriam? Are you sure? Why didn't she come herself?" "Couldn't, miss," nodding sagaciously. "She's very bad, she is. Got runned over, miss." "Run over!" Mollie cried, in horror. "Corner Fulton Street, miss, and Broadway. Yesterday morning 'twas. I told the policeman where she lived, and he fetched her home.
Nevertheless, when led away by Mrs. Slimmens, and a cup of warm tea administered, and safely tucked in a clean straw bed, Mollie's heavy eyelids closed in a deep, dreamless sleep. That blessed slumber which seals the eyes of youth, despite every trouble, wrapped her in its comforting arms for many hours. It was high noon when Mollie awoke, refreshed in body and mind.
I can't die with my story untold, my secret unrevealed. Mrs. Slimmens, I have something very particular to say to this young lady. Please to leave us alone." The woman, with a disappointed look, rose up and quitted the room. Mollie drew up the only chair and seated herself by the bedside. "Did you come here alone?" was Miriam's first question, when they were together.
Slimmens' wild cry brought Hugh Ingelow into the room. He crossed the room to where Mollie knelt, rigid and cold. "Mollie!" he whispered, bending tenderly down; "my own dear Mollie!" She looked up vaguely, and saw who it was. "She was my mother, Hugh," she said, and slipped heavily backward in his arms, white and still. Mollie did not faint.
"That you will go and lie down. You need sleep go with Mrs. Slimmens eat some breakfast, and try to sleep away the morning. Don't make yourself uneasy about anything all shall be arranged as well as if you were here. You will do this for me, Mollie?" "Anything for you, Hugh," Mollie replied, hardly knowing what she said; "but I feel as though I should never sleep again."
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