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It happened when Ella came furiously into the Volsky flat, early one afternoon, and ignoring the little Lily, who sat placidly on Rose-Marie's lap hurried silently into her own room. Mrs.
It was curious how it gave her strength that reflection strength to look straight at the woman in front of her, and to smile. "Why," she asked, and the smile became brighter as she asked it, "why don't you try to fix your hair more neatly, Mrs. Volsky? And why don't you wear fresh aprons, and keep the flat cleaner? Why don't you try to make your children's home more pleasant for them?" Mrs.
She knew what they would say if she told them that she was going into a tenement to see a strange child named Lily. Perhaps that was why her voice had an excited ring as she answered. "Yes, I would come there!" she told the boy. "Tell me what floor you live on, and what your name is, and when it would be best for me to come?" "My name's Bennie Volsky," the boy said slowly.
Her hand, in passing, touched his arm lightly, for she knew that he was labouring under intense excitement. She stepped into the room, on mousy-quiet feet and then, with a quick gasp, drew back again. Never, in her wildest dreams of poverty, had Rose-Marie supposed that squalor, such as she saw in the Volsky home, could exist.
Only too well she understood that Ella would never allow herself to be biased by another's judgment, that Ella would not allow herself to be moved by another's plea. And yet she set Lily gently down upon the floor and rose to her feet. "I'll see what she's doing," she told Mrs. Volsky, and pushed open the inner door.
Volsky and Bennie stood upon the threshold. "What's a-matter?" questioned Mrs. Volsky her voice sodden with grief. "What's been a-happenin'?" But Ella ran across the space between them, and knelt in front of Rose-Marie. "Give 'er t' me!" she breathed fiercely; "she's my sister. Give 'er t' me!" Silently Rose-Marie handed over the light little figure.
Volsky signed this latter statement: "V. Volsky, late president of the assembly of members of the all Russian constituent assembly." Martov, leader of the Menshiviki, stated: "The Menshiviki are against every form of intervention, direct or indirect, because by providing the incentive to militarization it is bound to emphasize the least desirable qualities of the revolution.
Their leaders, Volsky and Martov, are most vigorous in their demands for the immediate raising of the blockade and peace. Indeed, the only ponderable opposition to the communists to-day comes from more radical parties the left social revolutionaries and the anarchists.
Bring a sponge" he corrected himself "a clean rag will do only it must be clean" this to Mrs. Volsky, "you understand? Where," his eyes were on Ella's face, "can we lay the child? Is there a clean bed, anywhere?" Ella was shaking with nervousness as she opened the door of the inner room that she and Lily shared. Mrs. Volsky, carrying the basin of water, was sobbing.
It was a surprisingly long speech for Mrs. Volsky. And some of it showed a certain reasoning power. Rose-Marie told herself, in all fairness, that if she were Mrs. Volsky she, too, might be inclined to ask "What's th' use?" She leaned forward, searching desperately in her mind for something to say. "Do you like me, Mrs. Volsky?" she questioned at last, "Do you like me?"
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