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But Mrs Willders did not know of the before-mentioned happy facility which her kinsman possessed of forgetting poor relations; so, after wondering on for a time, she ceased to wonder or to think about it at all. Miss Emelina Tippet was a maiden lady of pleasing countenance and exceedingly uncertain age.
In a state of uncertainty as to how far this was consistent with his dignity, Hopkins hesitated for a moment, but at length delivered his message, with which Willie returned to the parlour. Here, on the little sofa, lay the tall form of Frank Willders, arrayed in an old dressing-gown, and with one of his legs bandaged up and motionless.
"Well, Jack Williams," retorted Moxey, "it's more than I can say of you, for you never say anything worth listenin' to, and you couldn't look like Solomon if you was to try ever so much. You're too stoopid for that." "I say, lads," cried Frank Willders, "what d'ye say to send along to the doctor for another bottle o' cough mixture, same as the first?"
"That's right, my boy," said Mrs Willders, with a pleased look; "I like to hear you talk of going to see people in distress. `Blessed are they that consider the poor, Willie." "Oh, as to that, you know, I don't know that they are poor. Only I feel sort o' sorry for 'em, somehow, and I'm awful anxious to see a real live fairy, even though she is ill." "When are you going?" inquired Mrs Willders.
As Mrs Willders still smiled and went on with her knitting serenely, without vouchsafing a reply, Willie continued with an off-hand air "Well, then, I may as well tell you that I have just had an interview with Uncle Auberly hallo! you seem surprised." Mrs Willders was indeed surprised. Her serenity of aspect fled in an instant. "Oh, Willie, how comes it that you know?
It was at this point that the first engine arrived, and only a few minutes elapsed when the second made its appearance, followed by the cab from which the young man leapt with the exclamation of surprise and alarm that had astonished Willie Willders. Pushing his way to the place where Mr Auberly and the others lay, the youth fell on his knees. "My father!" he exclaimed wildly.
Willie took his departure, marching to the usual national air, and soon after Fred Auberly bade his friend good-night and left him. Miss Tippet's tea-party began by the arrival of Willie Willders, who, being fond of society, and regardless of fashion, understood his hostess literally when she named her tea-hour!
The men of this engine were already doing their work quietly, but with perceptible effect, pouring incessant streams of water in at the blazing windows, and watching for the slightest lull in the ferocity of the smoke and flame to attack the enemy at closer quarters. Willie Willders was of an enquiring disposition.
It was evident that the fire had originated in one of the upper floors, for there was no light in the wareroom. "Get the pole-axe," said Dale, as soon as he found the door was fast. Frank Willders sprang off at the word, and returned with an axe of the largest size attached to a handle nearly four feet long. "Drive it in, Willders," said Dale.
One night, not long after the events narrated in the last chapter, Frank Willders was standing with the fireman-in-charge in the King Street Station. He had just removed his helmet, and the perspiration on his brow showed that he had been but recently engaged in some active duty; as indeed was the case, for he had just returned from a "walk" to a fire in Whitechapel.
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