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Willie was groomsman, of course, and among the bridesmaids there was a little graceful, dark-eyed and dark-haired creature, whom he regarded as an angel or a fairy, or something of that sort, and whom everybody else, except Frank and Mrs Willders, thought the most beautiful girl in the church.
"Let me see," muttered Mr Auberly, taking up a pen and beginning to write; "yes, she will be able to help me. What is your name, boy?" "Willie, sir." "Just so, William; and your surname your other name?" "Willders, sir." Mr Auberly started, and looked Willie full in the eyes. Willie, feeling that he was playing a sort of double part without being able to avoid it, grew red in the face.
True it is that his brother was uncommonly tall, and very strong; but as the London firemen were all picked men, many of them were very tall, and all of them were strong. Not until the last engine left the ground, did Willie Willders think it advisable to tear himself away, and hasten to his home in Notting Hill, where he found his mother sitting up for him in a state of considerable anxiety.
After that Joe senior heaved a sigh, and said that it would be about time for him to go and see the old lady. "What can it be she wants?" asked Mrs Corney. "Don't know," replied her husband. "All I know is that she's the old lady as was bundled neck and crop out o' the first-floor windy o' the house in Holborn by Frank Willders. She's a quare owld woman that.
His face was pale, and he was suffering great pain, but a free-and-easy smile was on his lips, for beside him sat a lady and a young girl, the latter of whom was afflicted with strong sympathy, but appeared afraid to show it. Mrs Willders, with a stocking and knitting-wires in her hands, sat on a chair at the head of the bed, looking anxious, but hopeful and mild.
In a few minutes they were tumbling on the stage, cracking their jokes, and convulsing the house with laughter. Left alone with the fairy, Willie Willders began his duties as sick-nurse, a sphere of action into which he had never thought of being introduced, even in his wildest dreams.
Mr Thomas Tippet, beaming and perspiring as of old, was standing at his bench, chisel in hand, and Willie Willders was standing with his back to the fire, and his legs pretty wide apart; not because he preferred that degage attitude, but because Chips and Puss were asleep side by side between his feet.
A messenger was despatched for Mrs Willders, and Willie remained to watch beside him while his comrades went out to continue the fight. For many months Frank Willders lay upon his bed unable to move, and scarcely able to speak. His left leg and arm had been broken, his face and hands were burned and cut, and his once stalwart form was reduced to a mere wreck.
I have got a very comfortable lodging with who do you think? you'll never guess Mrs Willders, the mother of our young friend Willie who works with old Tom Tippet upstairs. You may well look surprised. I came upon the lodging quite accidentally, and, finding that it suited my inclinations and my purse, I took it at once for a few weeks.
It don't suit you; besides, there's no occasion for it, for I do my best to keep it down, but I'm so choke full of it that a word or two will spurt up now and then in spite o' me." Mrs Willders smiled and continued her patching; Willie grinned and continued his supper. "Mother," said Willie, after an interval of silence. "Well, my son?" "What d'ye think the old feller ah!
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