Tommy Howard looked her in the eye a moment; he saw a tear there. Her pride was wounded, and he took the two cents from the tray, for he did not wish to give her pain.
“Now, we are square, Tommy,” said Katy, as her face brightened up again.
“Yes, we are, but I don’t like it pretty well. One of these days, when you get out of this scrape, I will let you give me as much candy as you have a mind to.”
This was very obliging of Tommy; and when Katy understood his motive, she was sorry she had not permitted him to pay for the candy, for she saw that he did not feel just right about the transaction. It was not exactly mercantile, but then the heart comes before commerce. As she walked along, she could not help thinking that her natural generosity might seriously interfere with the profits of her enterprise. She had a great many friends; and it became a knotty question for her to decide whether, if she met any of her school companions, she should give each of them a stick of candy. She would like to do so very much indeed; but it was certain she could not afford to pursue such a liberal policy. It was a hard question, and, hoping she should not meet any of her schoolmates, she determined to refer it to her mother for settlement.
When she got into Washington Street, she felt that the time for action had come. Now was the time to sell candy; and yet she did not feel like asking folks to buy her wares. The night before, as she lay thinking about her business, it had all seemed very easy to her; but now it was quite a different thing. No one seemed to take any notice of her, or to feel the least interest in the great mission she had undertaken. But Katy was aware that it requires some effort in these days to sell goods, and she must work; she must ask people to buy her candy.
There was a nice-looking gentleman, with a good-natured face, coming down the street, and she resolved to make a beginning with him. He couldn’t say much more than no to her, and she placed herself in a position to accost him. But when he came near enough, her courage all oozed out, and she let him pass without speaking to him.
“What a fool I am!” exclaimed she to herself when he had passed. “I shall never do anything in this way. There comes another gentleman who looks as though he had a sweet tooth; at any rate, he seems as good-natured as a pound of sugar. I will certainly try him.”
Her heart pounded against her ribs as though it had been worked by a forty-horse engine–poor girl. It was a great undertaking to her; quite as great as taking a six-story granite warehouse, piling it full of merchandise from cellar to attic, and announcing himself as ready for business, to a child of a larger growth. Everything seemed to hang on the issues of that tremendous moment.
“Buy some candy?” said she, in tremulous tones, her great, swelling heart almost choking her utterance.
“No, child. I don’t want any,” replied the gentleman, kindly, as he glanced at the tray on which the candy had been so invitingly spread.
“It is very nice,” stammered Katy; “and perhaps your children at home would like some, if you do not.”
Bravo, Katy! That was very well done, though the gentleman was an old bachelor, and could not appreciate the full force of your argument.
“Are you sure it is very nice?” asked the gentleman, with a benevolent smile, when he had laughed heartily at Katy’s jumping conclusion.
“I know it is,” replied the little candy merchant, very positively.
“Then you may give me six sticks;” and he threw a fourpence on her tray.
Six sticks! Katy was astonished at the magnitude of her first commercial transaction. Visions of wealth, a fine house, and silk dresses for her mother and herself, danced through her excited brain, and she thought that her grandfather, the great Liverpool merchant, would not have been ashamed of her if he had been present to witness that magnificent operation.
“Have you any paper to wrap it up in?” asked the gentleman.
Here was an emergency for which Katy had not provided. Her grandest expectations had not extended beyond the sale of one stick at a time, and she was not prepared for such a rush of trade. However, she tore off a piece from one of the white sheets at the bottom of the tray, wrapped up the six sticks as nicely as she could, and handed them to the gentleman, who then left her to find another customer.
Katy, elated by her first success, ran home as fast as she could to procure some more white paper, of which she had a dozen sheets that had been given her by a friend. It was in the back room, so that she did not disturb her mother, choosing to astonish her with the whole story of her success at noon.
CHAPTER VIII.
KATY SELLS OUT AND VISITS THE MAYOR.
Katy reached Washington Street once more. She had lost all her timidity, and would not have feared to accost the governor, if she had met him, and request him to purchase a cent’s worth of molasses candy.
“Buy some candy?” said she to the first person who passed near her.
“No!” was the prompt and emphatic answer of the gentleman addressed.
“It is very nice,” suggested Katy.
“Get out of my may,” growled the gentleman, and the little candy merchant deemed it prudent to heed the command.
She was nettled by this rude reception, and would have been disposed to resent it, if there had been any way for her to do so. She had not yet learned to bear up against the misfortunes of trade, and her eye followed the sour gentleman far down the street. Why should he treat her in such a rude and unkind manner? What would he say if she should tell him that her grandfather was a great Liverpool merchant, lived in a big house, and had lots of servants to wait upon him? She was as good as he was, any day.
“Give me a stick of candy,” said a nice little girl with a silk dress on, whom a lady was holding by the hand, at the same time placing a cent on her tray.
Katy started at the words, and reproved herself for her want of meekness. She might, perhaps, have sold half a dozen sticks of candy while she had been watching the sour gentleman, and persuading herself that she had been very badly used. She tore off a piece of paper, in which she wrapped up the candy for the purchaser, and handed it to her.
“Thank you,” said she, as she picked up the copper, and transferred it to her pocket.
“Your candy looks very nice,” added the lady evidently pleased with Katy’s polite manners.
“It is very nice, ma’am.”
“Have you sold much to-day?”
“No, ma’am; I have but just come out.”
“It looks so good, I will take half a dozen sticks for the children at home.”
“Thank you, ma’am; you are very kind,” replied Katy; and her nimble fingers had soon made a nice little parcel for the lady, who gave her a fourpence.
Here was another avalanche of good fortune, and the little candy merchant could hardly believe her senses. At this rate she would soon become a wholesale dealer in the article.
“Buy some candy?” said she, addressing the next person she met.
“No.”
“Buy some candy?” she continued, turning to the next.
“No.”
And so she went from one to another, and no one seemed to have the least relish for molasses candy. She walked till she came to State Street, and sold only three sticks. She begun to be a little disheartened, for the success she had met with at the beginning had raised her anticipations so high that she was not disposed to be content with moderate sales. While she was standing at the corner of State Street, waiting impatiently for customers, she saw a man with a basket of apples enter a store. She crossed the street to observe what he did in the store, in order, if possible, to get an idea of his mode of doing business. She saw him offer his apples to the clerks and others in the shop, and she was surprised and gratified to see that nearly every person purchased one or more of them. In her heart she thanked the apple man for the hint he had unconsciously afforded her, and resolved to profit by his example.
Now that commerce was her business, she was disposed to make it her study; and as she reasoned over the matter, she came to understand why she found so few buyers in the streets. Ladies and gentlemen did not like to be seen eating candy in the street, neither would many of them want to put it into their pockets, where it would melt and stick to their clothes. They would eat it in their shops and houses; and with this new idea she was encouraged to make a new effort. Walking along till she came to a store where there appeared to be several clerks she entered.
“Buy some candy?” she said, addressing a salesman near the window, as she raised up her ware so that he could see them.
The clerk made no reply, but coming round from behind the counter, he rudely took her arm, opened the door, and pushed her into the street. Katy’s cheek burned with indignation at this unprovoked assault, and she wished for the power of ten men, that she might punish the ill-natured fellow as he deserved. But it was all for the best, for, in pushing her out of the shop, the clerk threw her against a portly gentleman on the street, whose soft, yielding form alone saved her from being tumbled into the gutter. He showed no disposition to resent the assault upon his obesity, and kindly caught her in his arms.
“What is the matter my dear?” said the gentleman, in soothing tones.
“That man pushed me out of the store,” replied Katy, bursting into tears, for she was completely overcome by the indignity that had been cast upon her.
“Perhaps you didn’t behave well.”
“I am sure I did. I only asked him to buy some candy: and he shoved me right out the door, just as though I had been a dog.”
“Well, well, don’t cry, my dear; you seem to be a very well-behaved little girl, and I wonder at finding you in such low business.”
“My mother is sick, and I am trying to earn something to support her,” sobbed Katy, who, with her independent notions of trade in general, and of the candy trade in particular, would not have revealed this humiliating truth, except under the severe pressure of a wounded spirit.
“Poor child!” exclaimed the portly gentleman, thrusting his hand deep down into his pocket, and pulling up a handful of silver. “Here is half a dollar for you, for I know you tell the truth.”
“O, no, sir; I can’t take money as a gift.”
“Eh?”
The gentleman looked astonished, and attempted to persuade her; but she steadily protested against receiving his money as a gift.
“You are a proud little girl, my dear.”
“I am poor and proud; but I will sell you some candy.”
“Well, give me half a dollar’s worth.”
“I haven’t got so much. I have only fourteen cents’ worth left.”
“Give me that, then.”
Katy wrapped up the remainder of her stock in a piece of paper, and handed it to the gentleman, who in payment threw the half-dollar on the tray.
“I can’t change it.”
“Never mind the change;” and the fat gentleman hurried away.
Katy was so utterly astounded to find she had disposed of her entire stock, that she did not have the presence of mind to follow him, and the half dollar had to be placed in her treasury. She did not regard it with so much pride and pleasure as she did the two four-pence, and the four coppers, for there was something unmercantile about the manner in which it had come into her possession. She could not feel satisfied with herself, as she walked towards home, till she had argued the matter, and effected a compromise between her pride and her poverty. She had sold candy for the money, and the gentleman had paid her over three cents a stick–rather above the market value of the article; but there was no other way to make the transaction correspond with her ideas of propriety.
Her work was done for the forenoon, though she had plenty of candy at home. It was now eleven o’clock, and she had not time to sell out another stock before dinner. As she walked up the street, on her way home, she encountered Master Simon Sneed, who, with the dignity and stateliness of a merchant prince, was lugging a huge bundle of goods to the residence of some customer.
“I am glad to see you, Simon,” said Katy. “Have you seen your friend the mayor?”
“I am sorry to inform you, Katy, that a press of business has prevented my calling on his honor.”
“I am sorry for that. I am afraid I shall never see the watch again.”
“Depend upon it, you shall. I pledge you my honor that I will use every exertion to recover the lost treasure. Just now our firm require the undivided attention of all in the store.”
“I told Mrs. Gordon all about it, and she promised to speak to the mayor.”
“It was unnecessary to trouble her with the matter; my influence with the mayor will be quite sufficient.”
“I dare say it will; but when shall you see him?”
“Very soon, be patient, Katy.”
“Mrs. Gordon promised to take me to the mayor to-day, and tell him all about it.”
“Take you to the mayor!” exclaimed Master simon.
“That’s what she said.”
“You will be afraid of him, and not able to tell your story.”
“No, I guess I shan’t. I will tell him that I have mentioned the matter to you.”
“Perhaps you had better not; his honor, though we have been quite intimate, may not remember my name. But I must leave you now, for the firm gets very uneasy in my absence.”
Simon shouldered his bundle again, and moved off, and Katy walked towards home, wondering why a person of so much importance to the Messrs. Sands & Co. should be permitted to degrade himself by carrying bundles. When she got home, she found her mother in a very cheerful frame of mind, the result of her reading and meditation.
“Well. Katy, you come back with an empty tray have you sold all your candy?” asked Mrs. Redburn, as she entered the room.
“Yes, mother, every stick. I have brought back sixty-six cents,” replied Katy, emptying her pocket on the bed.
“Sixty-six cents! But you had only thirty sticks of candy.”
“You must not blame me for what I have done, mother; I could not help it;” and she proceeded to narrate all the particulars of her forenoon’s occupation.
Mrs. Redburn was annoyed at the incident with the fat gentleman; more so than by the rudeness to which Katy had been subjected. The little merchant was so elated at her success, that her mother could not find it in her heart to cast a damper upon her spirits by a single reproach. Perhaps her morning’s reflections had subdued her pride so that she did not feel disposed to do so.
After dinner Katy hastened at once to Temple Street again. To her great disappointment she found that Mrs. Gordon and her daughter had been suddenly called to Baltimore by the death of one of her husband’s near relatives. But the kind lady had not forgotten her, and that was a great consolation. Michael gave her a note, directed to the mayor, which he instructed her to deliver that day.
With the assistance of Michael, she found the house of the mayor, and though her heart beat violently she resolutely rang the bell at the door.
“Is the mayor in?” asked she of the sleek servant man that answered the summons.
“Well, suppose he is; what of it?” replied the servant, who could not possibly have been aware that Katy’s grandfather was a rich Liverpool merchant, or he would have spoken more civilly to her.
“I want to see him.”
“He don’t see little brats like you,” answered the servant, shutting the door in her face.
Katy was indignant. She wished a dozen things all at once; and among other things she wished Master Simon Sneed had been there, that he might report the circumstance to his friend the mayor. What was to be done? It was mean to treat her in that shabby manner, and she would not stand it? She would not, that she wouldn’t! Grasping the bell handle with a courageous hand, she gave a pull that must have astonished the occupants of the servants’ hall, and led them to believe that some distinguished character had certainly come. The sleek man servant reappeared at the door, ready to make his lowest bow to the great personage, when he beheld the flashing eye of Katy.
“How dare you ring that bell again?” snarled he.
“I want to see the mayor, I have a note for him from Mrs. Gordon, and I won’t go away till I see him.”
“From Mrs. Gordon! Why didn’t you say so? You may come in.”
Katy entered at this invitation, and the man bade her wait in the hall till he informed the mayor of her errand. She was not a little pleased with the victory she had gained, and felt quite equal, after it, to the feat of facing the chief magistrate of the city. While she stood there, a little boy having in his hand a stick of molasses candy, with which he had contrived plentifully to bedaub his face, came out of the adjoining room, and surveyed her carefully from head to foot. Katy looked at the candy with attention, for it looked just like one of the sticks she had sold that forenoon. The little fellow who was not more than five or six years of age, seemed to have a hearty relish for the article, and as he turned it over, Katy assured herself that it was a portion of her stock.
“My pa brought home lots of candy,” said the little fellow, after he had satisfied himself with the survey of Katy’s person.
“Do you like it?” asked she, willing to cultivate his acquaintance.
“Don’t I, though!”
“Where did your father get it?”
“He bought it of a little girl; she was poor and proud,” replied the little gentleman, transferring half an inch of the candy to his mouth.
“Dear me!” exclaimed Katy.
But her conversation was interrupted by the return of the servant, who directed Katy to follow him up-stairs.
CHAPTER IX.
KATY TALKS WITH THE MAYOR, AND RECOVERS THE WATCH.
Katy followed the servant man, whose name was John, up-stairs; but at the first turn he stopped, and begged her not to mention that he had shut the door upon her.
“I don’t know,” said Katy. “I gave you no reason to treat me in that ugly manner.”
“You didn’t, but, you see, I thought you was some beggar, coming to disturb his honor.”
“Do I look like a beggar?” asked Katy.
“Indeed you don’t; that was a bad blunder of mine. If you mention it, I shall lose my place.”
“Well, I won’t say a word then; but I hope you will learn better manners next time.”
“Thank you, miss; and be sure I’ll treat you like a lady next time.”
John then conducted her up-stairs into a room the walls of which were almost covered with books. Katy thought what a wise man the mayor must be, for she had never seen so many books before in her life, and took it for granted the mayor had read them all. As she entered the apartment she saw a fat gentleman sitting at the desk, very busy examining a great pile of papers. When he turned his head, Katy was not much surprised to see that it was the nice gentleman who had given her half a dollar for fourteen cents’ worth of candy.
“Ah, my dear, is it you!” exclaimed the mayor, as he recognized the little candy merchant.
“Yes, sir; if you please, it is me,” stammered Katy, making her obeisance, and feeling very mush confused, for it was the first time she had ever come into the presence of a great man, and she could not exactly tell whether she ought to get down on her knees, as she had read that people did when they approached a king, or to remain standing.
“Well my dear, what is your name?” continued the mayor.
“Katy Redburn, if you please, sir,” replied Katy with another courtesy.
“I am glad you have come to me with this business, Katy. Mrs. Gordon speaks very handsomely of you.”
“She is very kind, sir.”
“You have lost your watch–have you, Katy?”
“My father’s watch, if you please, sir,” and having gained a little confidence from the kind tones of the mayor, she proceeded to tell him the whole story of her adventure in the pawnbroker’s shop.
The mayor listened attentively to the artless recital, and promised to do all in his power to regain the watch.
“Were you alone, Katy, when you went to the pawnbroker’s?”
“No, sir; there was one of your friends with me,” replied she with a simple smile.
“One of my friends?”
“Yes, sir; and he promised to see you about it.”
“I am afraid you have been imposed upon, Katy.”
“No, sir; he has often spoken to me about his friend the mayor.”
“But who was he?”
“Master Simon Sneed.”
“Sneed? Sneed?” mused the mayor.
“Yes, sir; Master Simon Sneed.”
“Master? What is he? A schoolmaster?”
“O, no, sir. Everybody calls him master. He keeps store.”
“Sneed? I never heard the name before. Where is his store?”
“In Washington Street. It says Sands & Co. on the sign.”
“O, you mean the boy that makes the fires, sweeps out, and does the errands. I remember him now,” said the mayor, laughing heartily at poor Katy’s account of Simon. “I never heard his name before; but he is the oldest boy of his age I ever saw.”
“He was very kind to me.”
“No doubt he is a very good boy; but I supposed from your account of him that he was a member of the firm.”
“Master Simon says the firm would not be able to get along without him,” replied Katy, who began to have some doubts whether Simon was so great a man as he had represented himself to be.
“Master Simon is very kind to stay with them then, and I hope the Messrs. Sands will properly appreciate his merit. Now, Katy,” continued the mayor, who had been writing while he questioned his visitor, “you may take this note to the City Hall and deliver it to the city marshal, he will do all he can to recover your lost treasure.”
“Thank you, sir,” replied Katy, as she took the note.
“Now, good-by, Katy, and I hope you will always be as good as your candy is.”
“I will try; good-by, sir;” and she left the library and passed down-stairs.
John let her out very civilly and seemed very grateful to her that she had not exposed his rudeness. She hastened to the City Hall, sure almost of recovering the watch, and gladdening her mother with the sight of it on her return home.
Simon Sneed, after parting with Katy, had felt a little uneasy in relation to the watch. He was jealous of his own good credit, for he foresaw that Katy could not very well avoid telling the mayor that he had been with her at the time of the unfortunate transaction. Besides, he did not exactly like the idea of Katy’s going to the mayor at all. Katy Redburn going to see the mayor! By and by everybody would know his honor, and there would be no glory in being acquainted with him!
His conscience seemed to reprove him because he had done nothing towards the recovery of the watch. What would his friend the mayor say if Katy should happen to tell him of his neglect?
“Here I am,” said Master Simon to himself, as he entered the store, “a person of influence, enjoying the friendship of the chief magistrate of the city and have not exerted my influence, or used my powerful friend, to redress the injury which this poor girl has received. I will correct my error at once, for if the mayor should happen to invite me to dinner some time, very likely he would reproach me for my neglect.”
Having thus resolved to preserve his credit with the chief magistrate of the city, there was fortunately a lull in the waves of the Messrs. Sand & Co.’s affairs which enabled him to be absented for half an hour without serious injury to their business. He hastened to the pawnbroker’s at which the robbery had been committed.
“I presume you know me, sir?” said Simon.
“I haven’t that honor,” replied the broker.
“Perhaps you may be able to recall the circumstance of a little girl presenting herself here with a silver watch.”
“Well, I do.”
“I was with her.”
“Then I suppose you helped her steal it.”
“Such an insinuation, sir, is unworthy a gentleman, I have come, sir, with a benevolent purpose, as I came before. In half an hour the history of that transaction will be conveyed to the mayor who, allow me to inform you, is my friend.”
“Your friend!” sneered the broker who was not particularly impressed by the magnificent manners and the magnificent speech of Master Simon.
“The little girl has just gone with a note from Mrs. Gordon of Temple Street to seek redress of the mayor. I doubt not you will be prosecuted at once. You have an opportunity to save yourself.”
“What do you mean by that, you young puppy?” said the broker, angrily. “Do you mean to say I stole the watch?”
“By no means; only that you took what did not belong to you,” replied Master Simon, blandly.
“Get out of my shop!”
“Understand me, sir; I come as your friend.”
“You are a fool, I believe.”
“You have an undoubted right to your opinion, as I have to mine; but if you do not restore the watch within half an hour, you will be arrested for stealing–I beg your pardon, for taking what did not belong to you.”
There was something in the earnest manner of Simon which arrested the attention of the broker, in spite of the former’s high-flown speech. He was satisfied that something had been done, and he was disposed to avoid any unpleasant consequences.
“I spoke to a policeman about the watch,” said the man. “I told him I had it, and if he found that such a watch had been stolen, it could be found at my shop.”
“And if he did not find that watch had been stolen, you meant to keep it yourself,” answered Master Simon, whose earnestness made him forget for a moment to use his high-flown words.
“Keep a civil tongue in your head,” growled the broker. “I notified the police that I had it; that’s enough.”
“Perhaps it is I will ask my friend the mayor about it;” and Simon moved towards the door.
“Stop a moment.”
“Can’t stop now.”
“Here! I will go up to the city marshal with you. May be I made a mistake in keeping the watch; but if I did, it was only to prevent it from falling into the hands of some one less scrupulous than myself.”
“Do I look like a thief?” asked Master Simon, indignantly.
“It don’t do to judge by appearances,” replied the broker, locking his shop door, and walking towards the City Hall with Simon. “There are some very respectable thieves about.”
Master Simon Sneed was satisfied with this explanation. He did not care to quarrel with any one who acknowledged his respectability. In a few moments they reached the City Hall, and ascended the stone steps to the vestibule. As they did so, Katy entered from the opposite door.
“How glad I am to find you, Master Simon! exclaimed she. “Can you tell me where the city marshal’s office is?”
“Here it is, Katy,” replied Simon, pointing to the door. “But what are you going to do?”
“I have got a note for the city marshal. The mayor gave it to me.”
“You hear that, sir,” said Master Simon to the broker, with becoming dignity. “This, Katy, is the man that has your silver watch; and he has consented to deliver it to the rightful owner.”
“Let me see the note,” said the broker.
“No, I won’t,” replied Katy, pretty sharply. “You are a naughty man, and I won’t trust you with it.”
“But I will give you, the watch.”
“Give it to me, and then I will show you the note,” replied Katy, who was thinking more of getting the precious relic than of having the broker punished.
The broker took the watch from his pocket and handed it to her, and in return she produced the mayor’s note.
“I suppose there is no need of your delivering this note now?” continued the broker, with a cunning smile.
“No; I don’t care anything about it, now that I have got the watch,” replied Katy, rejoiced beyond measure to recover the treasure.
“Well, then, I am somewhat acquainted with the marshal, and I will hand him the note, and explain the circumstances. He will be perfectly satisfied.”
Katy didn’t care whether he was satisfied or not, so long as she had the watch. But the broker entered the marshal’s office, and they could not see him put the note in his pocket.
“I am so glad I got it!” exclaimed Katy.
“I doubt whether you could have recovered it if I had not used my influence in your favor,” remarked Simon, complacently. “I went to his office, and assured him my friend the mayor had already taken the matter in hand. I talked pretty severely to him, and he got frightened. After all, the best way is to use very pointed language to these fellows.”
“I thank you very much, Master Simon, and I hope I shall be able to do something for you some time.”
But Messrs. Sands & Co.’s affairs were suffering, perhaps, and Simon hastened back to the store, and Katy ran home to cheer her mother with the sight of the recovered relic.
CHAPTER X.
KATY, IN DISTRESS, FINDS A CHAMPION.
Now that she had recovered the precious watch Katy had nothing to engage her attention but the business of selling candy. The success that had attended her forenoon’s exertions was gratifying beyond her expectations, and she felt as though she had already solved the problem; that she was not only willing but able to support her mother. She had originated a great idea, and she was proud of it.
Just as soon, therefore, as she had told her mother all about the recovery of the watch, she prepared another tray of candy, resolved to sell the whole of it before she returned. Her mother tried to induce her to stay in the house and rest herself, but her impatience to realize the fruits of her grand idea would not permit her to remain inactive a single hour.
“Now, mother, I shall sell all this candy before dark; so don’t be uneasy about me. I am going to make lots of money, and you shall have everything you want in a few weeks,” said Katy, as she put on her bonnet.
“I wish you would stay at home, and rest yourself; you have done enough for one day.”
“I am not tired a bit, mother; I feel just as if I could walk a hundred miles.”
“That’s because you have got a new notion in your head. I am afraid you will be sick, and then what should we do?”
“O, I shan’t get sick; I promise you I won’t,” replied Katy, as she left the room.
Unfortunately for the little candy merchant it was Wednesday afternoon, and as the schools did not keep, there were a great many boys in the street, and many of them were very rude, naughty boys. When she passed up the court, some of them called out to her, and asked her where she was going with all that candy. She took no notice of them, for they spoke very rudely, and were no friends of hers. Among them was Johnny Grippen, whose acquaintance the reader made on the pier of South Boston bridge. This young ruffian led half a dozen others down the court in pursuit of her, for possibly they were not satisfied with the cavalier manner in which Katy had treated them.
“Where are you going with all that candy?” repeated the juvenile bully, when he overtook her in Essex Street.
“I am going to sell it,” replied Katy, finding she could not escape.
“Give us a junk, will you?” said Johnny.
“I can’t give it away; I am going to sell it, to get money for my mother.”
“Won’t you give a feller a piece?”
“I can’t now; perhaps I’ll give you some another time.”
Katy’s heart beat violently, for she was very much alarmed, knowing that Johnny had not followed her for nothing. As she made her firm but conciliatory reply, she moved on, hoping they would not attempt to annoy her. It was a vain hope, for Johnny kept close to her side, his eyes fixed wistfully on the tempting array of sweets she carried.
“Come, don’t be stingy, Katy,” continued Johnny.
“I don’t mean to be; but I don’t think I owe you anything,” replied Katy, gathering courage in her desperate situation.
“What do you mean by that?” demanded the little ruffian, as he placed himself in front of her, and thus prevented her further progress.
“Don’t stop me; I’m in a hurry,” said Katy.
“Gi’ me some candy, then.”
“No, I won’t!” answered Katy, losing her patience.
“Won’t you?”
Johnny made a dive at the tray, with the intention of securing a portion of the candy; but Katy adroitly dodged the movement, and turning up a narrow alley way, ran off. Johnny was not to be balked, and followed her; and then she found she had made a bad mistake in getting off the street, where there were no passers-by to interfere in her favor.
“Johnny!” shouted one of the bully’s companions. “Johnny, Tom Howard is coming.”
“Let him come!” replied Johnny, doggedly.
He did not half like the insinuation conveyed in the words of his associates; for to tell him, under the circumstances, that Tommy was coming, was as much as to say he was afraid of him. Now, as we have said, Johnny Grippen was a “fighting character,” and had a reputation to maintain. He gloried in the name of being able to whip any boy of his size in the neighborhood. He was always ready to fight, and had, perhaps, given some hard knocks in his time; but he sustained his character rather by his talent for bullying, than by any conquests he had won. On the whole he was a miserable, contemptible little bruiser whom no decent boy could love or respect. He talked so big about “black eyes,” “bloody noses” and “smashed heads,” that few boys cared to dispute his title to the honors he had assumed. Probably some who felt able to contest the palm with him, did not care to dirty their fingers upon the bullying cub.
Sensible people, whether men or boys, invariably despise the “fighting character,” be he young or old. Nine times out of ten he is both a knave and a fool, a coward and a bully.
On the other hand, Tommy Howard was one of those hearty, whole-souled boys, who are the real lions of the playground. He was not a “fighting character;” and being a sensible boy, he had a hearty contempt for Johnny Grippen. He was not afraid of him, and though he never went an inch out of his way to avoid a fight with him, it so happened they had never fought. He was entirely indifferent to his threats, and had no great opinion of his courage. Johnny had “stumped” him to fight, and even taken off his coat and dared him to come; but Tommy would laugh at him, tell him to put on his coat or he would catch cold; and, contrary to the general opinion among boys, no one ever thought the less of him for the true courage he exhibited on these occasions.
Johnny did not like to be told that Tommy was coming, for it reminded him that, as the king bully of the neighborhood, one of his subjects was unconquered and rebellious. But Johnny had discretion–and bullies generally have it. He did not like that cool, independent way of the refractory vassal; it warned him to be cautious.
“What’s the matter, Katy?” asked Tommy, as he came with quick pace up the court, without deigning to cast even a glance at the ruffian who menaced her.
“Stand by, fellers, and see fair play, and I’ll lick him now,” said Johnny, in a low tone, to his companions.
“He won’t let me go,” replied Katy, pointing to her assailant.
“Go ahead, Katy; don’t mind him.”
“Won’t you give me some candy?” said Johnny, stepping up before her again.
“Go ahead, Katy,” repeated Tommy, placing himself between her and the bully. “Don’t mind him, Katy.”
As she advanced, Johnny pushed forward, and made another dive at the tray, but Katy’s champion caught him by the arm and pulled him away.
“You mind out!” growled the bully, doubling up his fists, and placing himself in the most approved attitude, in front of the unwhipped vassal.
“Go ahead, Katy; clear out as fast as you can,” said Tommy, who, though his bosom swelled with indignation, still preserved his wonted coolness; and it was evident to the excited spectators that he did not intend to “mind out.”
“Come on, if you want to fight!” shouted Johnny, brandishing his fists.
“I don’t want to fight; but you are a mean, dirty blackguard, or you wouldn’t have treated a girl like that,” replied Tommy, standing as stiff as a stake before the bully.
“Say that again, and I’ll black your eye for you.”
“Once is enough, if you heard me; but I will tell your father about it.”
“Will you? Just say that again.”
Somehow, it often happens that bullies want a person to say a thing over twice, from which we infer that they must be very deaf or very stupid. Tommy would not repeat the offensive remark, and Johnny’s supporters began to think he was not half so anxious to fight as he seemed, which was certainly true. I have no doubt, if they had been alone, he would have found a convenient excuse for retiring from the field, leaving it unsullied by a black eye or a bloody nose.
My young friends will excuse me from digressing so far as to say that, in more than a dozen years with boys, in school and out, I have never heard of such a thing as two boys getting up a fight and having it out alone. There must be a crowd of bruisers and “scallewags” around, to keep up the courage of the combatants. Therefore, those who look on are just as bad as those who fight, for without their presence the fight could not be carried through.
Tommy Howard had said all he had to say, and was therefore ready to depart. He turned to do so, and walked several steps down the alley, though he kept one eye over his shoulder to guard against accidents.
“Hit him, Johnny!” cried one of the vagabond troops that followed in the train of the bully.
“He darsen’t fight,” replied Johnny.
“Nor you, nuther,” added another of the supporters.
This was too much for Johnny. It cut him to the quick, and he could not stand it. If he did not thrash Tommy now, his reputation would be entirely ruined.
“Darsen’t I?” exclaimed he. “Come back here;” but as Tommy did not come, he ran up behind him, and aimed a blow at the side of his head.
Katy’s intrepid defender, who had perhaps read in some Fourth of July oration that “eternal vigilance is the price of liberty,” was not to be surprised, and facing about, he warded off the blow. Johnny’s imperiled reputation rendered him desperate. He had gone too far to recede, and he went into action with all the energy and skill of a true bruiser. Tommy was now fully roused, and his blows, which were strictly in self-defense, fell rapidly and heavily on the head of his assailant. But I am not going to give my young readers the particulars of the fight; and I would not have let Tommy engage in such a scene, were it not to show up Johnny as he was, and finish the portrait of him which I had outlined; to show the difference between the noble, generous, brave, and true-hearted boy, and the little bully, whom all my young friends have seen and despised.
In something less than two minutes, Johnny Grippen, after muttering “foul play,” backed out with bloody nose, as completely whipped, and as thoroughly “cowed down,” as though he had been fighting with a royal Bengal tiger. His supremacy was at an end, and there was danger that some other bold fellow might take it into his head to thrash the donkey after the lion’s skin had been stripped from his shoulders.
“If you are satisfied now, I’ll go about my business,” said Tommy, as he gazed with mingled pity and contempt upon his crest-fallen assailant.
“You don’t fight fair,” grumbled Johnny, who could not account for his defeat in any other way. “If you’re a mind to fight fair, I’ll try it again with you some time.”
“I don’t fight for the fun of it. I only fight when some cowardly bully like you comes at me, and I can’t help myself. When you feel like whipping me again, you needn’t stop to let me know it beforehand. But I will tell you this much: if you ever put your hand on Katy Redburn, or meddle with her in any way, I promise to pound you as handsomely as I know how, fair or foul, the very next time I meet you, if it isn’t for seven years. Just bear that in mind.”
Johnny made no reply; he was not in a condition to make a reply, and the victor in the conquest departed, leaving the bully to explain his defeat as best he could to his admirers and supporters.
“He did not hurt you–did he?” asked Katy, as Tommy joined her at the foot of the alley, where she had been anxiously waiting the result of the encounter.
“Not a bit, Katy. He talks very loud, but he is a coward. I’m sorry I had to thrash him though I think it will do him good.”
“I was afraid he’d hurt you. You were very kind to save me from him, Tommy. I shall never forget you, as long as I live, and I hope I shall be able to do something for you one of these days.”
“Oh, don’t mind that, Katy. He is an ugly fellow, and I wouldn’t stand by and see him insult a girl. But I must go now. I told Johnny if he ever meddled with you again I should give him some; if he does, just let me know.”
“I hope he won’t again,” replied Katy, as Tommy moved towards home.
This was Katy’s first day in mercantile life; it had been full of incidents, and she feared her path might be a thorny one. But her light heart soon triumphed over doubts and fears, and when she reached Washington Street, she was as enthusiastic as ever, and as ready for a trade.
CHAPTER XI.
KATY MEETS WITH EXTRAORDINARY SUCCESS.
“Buy some candy?” said Katy to the first gentleman she met.
He did not even deign to glance at her; and five or six attempts to sell a stick of candy were failures; but when she remembered the success that had followed her disappointment in the morning, she did not lose her courage. Finding that people in the street would not buy, she entered a shop where the clerks seemed to be at leisure, though she did not do so without thinking of the rude manner in which she had been ejected from a store in the forenoon.
“Buy some candy?” said she to a good-natured young gentleman, who was leaning over his counter waiting for a customer.
“How do you sell it?”
“Cent a stick; it is very nice. I sold fourteen sticks of it to the mayor this forenoon. He said it was good.”
“You don’t say so? Did he give you a testimonial?”
“No; he gave me half a dollar.”
The clerk laughed heartily at Katy’s misapprehension of his word, and his eye twinkled with mischief. It was plain that he was not a great admirer of molasses candy, and that he only wanted to amuse himself at Katy’s expense.
“You know what they do with quack medicines–don’t you?”
“Yes, I do; some folks are fools enough to take them,” replied Katy, smartly.
“That’s a fact; but you don’t understand me. Dr. Swindlehanger, round the corner, would give the mayor a hundred dollars to say his patent elixir is good. Now, if you could only get the mayor’s name on a paper setting forth the virtues of your candy, I dare say you could sell a thousand sticks in a day. Why don’t you ask him for such a paper?”
“I don’t want any paper, except to wrap up my candy in. But you don’t want to buy any candy, I see;” and Katy moved towards some more clerks at the other end of the store.
“Yes, I do; stop a minute. I want to buy six sticks for my children!”
“For what?”
“For my grandchildren.”
“You are making fun of me,” said Katy, who could see this, though the young man was so pleasant and so funny, she could not be offended with him. “I don’t believe your mother would like it, if she should hear you tell such a monstrous story.”
The young man bit his lip. Perhaps he had a kind mother who had taught him never to tell a lie, even in jest. He quickly recovered his humor, however, though it was evident that Katy’s rebuke had not been without its effect.
“For how much will you sell me six sticks?” continued the clerk.
“For six cents.”
“But that is the retail price; when you sell goods at wholesale you ought not to ask so much for them.”
“You shall have them for five cents then,” replied Katy, struck with the force of the suggestion.
“I can’t afford to give so much as that. I am a poor man. I have to go to the theater twice a week, and that costs me a dollar. Then a ride Sunday afternoon costs me three dollars. So you see I don’t have much money to spend upon luxuries.”
“I hope you don’t go out to ride Sundays,” said Katy.
“But I do.”
“What does your mother say to it?”
The clerk bit his lip again. He did not like these allusions to his mother, who perhaps lived far away in the country, and had taught him to “remember the Sabbath day and keep it holy.” Very likely his conscience smote him, as he thought of her and her blessed teachings in the far-off home of his childhood.
“I will give you two cents,” said the clerk.
“I can’t take that; it would hardly pay for the molasses, to say nothing of firewood and labor.”
“Call it three cents, then.”
“No, sir; the wholesale price is five cents for six sticks.”
“But I am poor.”
“You wouldn’t be poor if you saved up your money, and kept the Sabbath. Your mother—-“
“There, there! that’s enough. I will take a dozen sticks!” exclaimed the young man, impatiently interrupting her.
“A dozen?”
“Yes, a dozen, and there are twelve cents.”
“But I only ask ten.”
“No matter, give me the candy, and take the money,” he replied, fearful, it may be, that she would again allude to his mother.
Katy counted out the sticks, wrapped them up in a paper, and put the money in her pocket. If she had stopped at the door to study the young man’s face, she might have detected a shadow of uneasiness and anxiety upon it. He was a very good-hearted, but rather dissolute, young man, and the allusions she had made to his mother burned like fire in his heart, for he had neglected her counsels, and wandered from the straight road in which she had taught him to walk. If she could have followed him home, and into the solitude of his chamber, she could have seen him open his desk, and write a long letter to his distant mother–a duty he had too long neglected. We may not follow the fortunes of this young man, but if we could, we might see how a few words, fitly spoken, even by the lips of an innocent youth; will sometimes produce a powerful impression on the character; will sometimes change the whole current of a life, and reach forward to the last day of existence.
Katy, all unconscious of the great work she had done, congratulated herself on this success, and wished she might find a few more such customers. Glancing into the shop windows as she passed along, to ascertain whether there was a good prospect for her, she soon found an inviting field. It was a crockery ware store that she entered this time, and there were several persons there who seemed not to be very busy.
“Buy some candy?” said she, presenting the tray to the first person she met.
“Go home and wash your face,” was the ill-natured response.
Was it possible she had come out with a dirty face? No; she had washed herself the last thing she had done. It is true her clothes were shabby, there was many a patch and darn upon her dress, and its colors had faded out like the “last rose of summer;” but then the dress was clean.
“Buy some candy?” said she to another, with a sudden resolution not to be disturbed by the rudeness of those she addressed.
He took a stick, and threw down a cent, without a word. One more did her a similar favor, and she left the store well satisfied with the visit. Pretty soon she came to a large piano-forte manufactory, where she knew that a great many men were employed. She went up-stairs to the counting-room, where she sold three sticks, and was about to enter the work-room, when a sign, “No admittance except on business,” confronted her. Should she go on? Did the sign refer to her? She had business there, but perhaps they would not be willing to admit that her business was very urgent, and she dreaded the indignity of being turned out again. Her mother had told her there was always a right way and a wrong way. It certainly was not right to enter in the face of a positive prohibition, and at last she decided to return to the office and ask permission to visit the workshop.
“Please may I go into the workshop?” said she, addressing the man who had purchased the candy.
“Go in? why not?” replied he, placing his pen behind his ear, and looking at her with a smile of curiosity.
“Why, it says on the door, `No admittance except on business.'”
“So it does. Well, I declare, you have got an amount of conscience beyond your station. No one thinks of taking any notice of that sign. Peddlers and apple men go in without a question.”
“I thought you wouldn’t let people go in.”
“We don’t like to have visitors there, for they sometimes do injury, and generally take off the attention of the men from their work. But you have got so much conscience about the matter, that you shall not only go in, but I will go with you, and introduce you.”
“Thank you, sir; I won’t give you all that trouble. I can introduce myself.”
But the bookkeeper led the way to the door, and they entered a large room in which a great many men were busily at work.
“Here is a very honest little girl,” said her friend, “who has the very best molasses candy I ever ate. If any of you have a sweet tooth, or any children at home, I advise you to patronize her.”
The bookkeeper laughed, and the workmen laughed, as they began to feel in their pockets for loose change. It was evident that the friendly introduction was to be of great service to her. She passed along from one man to another, and almost every one of them bought two or three sticks of candy, and before she had been to all of them her stock was entirely exhausted. Katy was astonished at her good fortune, and the men were all exceedingly good-natured. They seemed disposed to make a pleasant thing of her visit, and to give her a substantial benefit.
“Now, my little girl,” said the bookkeeper, “when you wish to visit the workshop again, you may enter without further permission; and I am sure the men will all be very glad to see you.”
“But I want some of that candy,” said one of the workmen. “My little girl would jump to get a stick.”
“Then she shall have some,” replied Katy. “for I will go home and get some more;” and she left the building and hastened home for a further supply of the popular merchandise.
“O mother! I have sold out all my candy, and I want a lot more!” exclaimed she, as she rushed into the room, full of excitement and enthusiasm.
“Be calm, child; you will throw yourself into a fever,” replied Mrs. Redburn. “You must learn to take things more easily.”
“O dear! I have only twenty sticks left. I wish I had a hundred, for I am sure I could sell them.”
“Perhaps it is fortunate you have no more.”
“But I must make some more to-night for to-morrow.”
“Don’t drive round so, Katy. Be reasonable, and don’t think too much of your success.”
But Katy could not stop to argue the matter, though, as she walked along the street, she thought of what her mother had said, and tried to calm the excitement that agitated her. It was hard work to keep from running every step of the way; but her mother’s advice must be heeded, and to some extent she succeeded in controlling her violent impulses. As it was, she reached the piano-forte manufactory quite out of breath, and rushed into the workroom as though she had come on an errand of vital importance to its occupants.
It required but a few minutes to dispose of her small stock of candy. The workmen all hoped she would come again, and she departed highly elated at her success.
“There, mother, I have sold all the candy. What do you think of that?” said she, as she entered her mother’s room, and threw off her bonnet and shawl.
“You have done very well, I had no idea that you could sell more than twenty or thirty sticks in a day.”
“It’s a great day’s work, mother; and if I can sell half as much in a day, I shall be satisfied. Don’t you think I shall be able to support you?”
“At this rate you can do much more; but, Katy, I tremble for you.”
“Why, mother?”
“You get so excited, and run so, I am afraid it will make you sick.”
“O, no, it won’t, mother. I feel as strong as a horse. I am not tired in the least.”
“You don’t feel so now, because you are so excited by your success.”
“I shall get used to it in a little while.”
“I hope so, if you mean to follow this business.”
“If I mean to? Why mother, what else could I do to make so much money? See here;” and she poured the money she had taken upon the bed-quilt before her mother. “One dollar and thirty-six cents, mother! Only think of it! But I won’t jump so another day; I will take it easy.”
“I wish you would.”
“I will try very hard; but you can’t think how happy I feel! Dear me! I am wasting my time, when I have to make the candy for to-morrow.”
“But, Katy, you must not do any more to-night. You will certainly be sick.”
“I must make it, mother.”
“Your hands are very sore now.”
“They are better; and I don’t feel tired a bit.”
“I will tell you what you may do, if you must make the candy to-night. When you have got the molasses boiled, you may ask Mrs. Colvin, the washerwoman, to come in and pull it for you; for you are not strong enough to do it yourself.”
“I should not like to ask her. She’s a poor woman, and it would be just the same as begging to ask her to give me her work.”
“You don’t understand me, Katy. She goes out to work whenever she can get a chance. Her price is ten cents an hour. You can engage her for one or two hours, and pay her for her labor. This is the only way you can get along with this business.”
“I will do that. It won’t take more than an hour.”
Mrs. Colvin was accordingly engaged, though at first she positively refused to be paid for her services; but when Katy told her she should want her for one or two hours every day, she consented to the arrangement. Early in the evening the candy was all made, and Katy’s day’s work was finished. Notwithstanding her repeated declaration that she was not tired, the bed “felt good” to her, and she slept all the more soundly for the hard work and the good deeds she had done.
CHAPTER XII.
KATY PAYS HER DEBTS, AND TOMMY GOES TO SEA.
Katy’s second day’s sales, though not so large as those of the first day, were entirely satisfactory. The profits, after paying for the “stock” and for the services of Mrs. Colvin, were nearly a dollar, and her heart beat with renewed hope at this continued success. Her grand idea hardly seemed like an experiment now, for she had proved that she could make good candy, and that people were willing to buy the article. She met with about the same treatment from those to whom she offered her wares; one spoke kindly, and purchased by wholesale, and another spoke gruffly, and would not buy even a single stick. Here she was driven out of doors, and there she was petted, and made large sales.
So far as Katy’s person and manners were concerned, she was admirably adapted to the business she had chosen. She was rather small in stature for one of her age, but she was very well formed, and her movements were agile and graceful. Her face was not as pretty as it might have been, but her expression was artless and winning. Her light brown hair hung in curls upon her shoulders, and contributed not a little to make up the deficiency in what the painters and sculptors would call a finely chiseled face.
If she had been dressed in silk, and lace, and embroidery, I doubt not people would have called her pretty, though in my opinion it does not make much difference whether she was pretty or not; for, after all, the best way to judge of a person’s beauty is by the old standard, “Handsome is that handsome does.” But I have said thus much about Katy’s face and form in order to explain the secret of her great success as a candy merchant. Hundreds of persons would buy a stick of candy of a little girl with a pretty face and a graceful form, who would not do so of one less attractive. Though she was well favored in this respect, I believe it was her gentle, polite manners, her sweet voice, made sweet by a loving heart, that contributed most to her success. But above all the accidents of a good form, graceful movements, brown ringlets, and a pleasing address, she prospered in trade because she was in earnest, and persevered in all her efforts. A person cannot succeed in business by being merely good looking, though this may sometimes be of much assistance. It is patience, perseverance, energy, and above all, integrity and uprightness, that lead to the true success.
Encouraged by her prosperity, Katy continued to sell candy with about the same result as had cheered her heart on the first two days. Her profits, however, were not so great as on those two days, and did not average above seventy-five cents a day or four dollars and a half a week. This was doing exceedingly well, and she had every reason to be grateful for her good fortune.
At the end of three weeks, rent day came round again, and Dr. Flynch called for the money. To his utter astonishment, it was ready for him, and he departed without a single ill-natured word, though this was, perhaps, because he had a wholesome regard for the opinion of Mrs. Gordon. Two weeks later Katy found that her savings were sufficient to enable her to pay the month’s rent for which Mrs. Gordon had given a receipt, and also the dollar which Grace had loaned her. These debts had pressed heavily on her mind. She knew that they were regarded as free gifts and her pride prompted her to remove what she considered a stain upon her character. Till they were paid, she felt like a beggar.
Taking her money one day, she paid a visit to Temple Street. Michael opened the door and received her with a smile. Knowing she was in favor with his mistress, he conducted her to the sitting-room, where the portraits hung. Those roguish eyes of the lady, who somewhat resembled her mother, were fixed on her again. She was sure that her mother did not look like that picture then, but she was equally sure that she had, some time or other cast just such a glance at her. The expression of the lady found something like its counterpart in her memory. Now, her mother was sick and sad; she seldom smiled. But some time she must have been a young girl, and then she must have looked like that portrait. She felt just like asking Mrs. Gordon if that was her portrait, but she did not dare to do such a thing. While she was attentively watching the roguish lady’s face, her kind friend entered the room, followed by Grace.
“How do you do, Katy?” said the former, with a benevolent smile.
“Quite well, I thank you, ma’am. I hope you will excuse me for coming again,” replied she.
“I am very glad you have come.”
“I was thinking of you the other day, and wishing I might see you,” added Grace, “for the Mayor told us a very pretty story about you.”
“He was very good to me; and I never shall forget him or you,” answered Katy, warmly.
“I suppose you have come to get another receipt; but I told Dr. Flynch not to disturb you,” said Mrs. Gordon.
“O, no ma’am–I didn’t come for that. You were too kind to me before, and I have come now to pay you for that month’s rent.”
“Indeed?”
“Yes, ma’am; we have been able to earn money enough, and I am very glad that I can pay it,” replied Katy, taking the four dollars from her pocket. “Here it is.”
“No, my child; you shall keep it. I will not take it.”
Katy’s cheeks flushed, for she did not feel poor and proud then. She felt rich; that is she was proud of being able to pay all she owed, and she did not like to be thought capable of accepting a gift–of being the recipient of charity. But she knew the hearts of her kind friends, and left unspoken the words of indignation that trembled on her tongue. “Please to take the money, ma’am,” said she her cheeks still red with shame.
“No, my child; you are a good girl; I will not take your money.”
“I shall feel very bad if you don’t, and it will make my mother very unhappy.”
“Nay, Katy, you must not be too proud.”
“I am not too proud to ask or to accept a favor, but please don’t make me feel like a beggar.”
“You are a very strange child,” said Mrs. Gordon.
“Indeed you are,” added Grace
“I shall not feel right if you don’t take this money. You know I promised to pay you at the time you gave me the receipt.”
“I did not suppose you would, that is, I did not think you would be able to pay it. Your mother has got well, then?”
“No, ma’am; she is better, but she does not sit up any yet.”
“Then how did you get this money?”
“I earned it.”
“You!”
“Yes, ma’am; selling candy.”
“Is it possible? The mayor told me you were a little candy merchant, but I did not suppose you carried on such an extensive trade.”
“I make a great deal of money; almost five dollars a week; and now I am able, I hope you will let me pay you.”
“If you insist upon it, I shall, though I had much rather you would keep the money.”
“Thank you, ma’am. I shall feel much better when it is paid.”
Mrs. Gordon reluctantly received the four dollars. It was a very small sum to her, though a very large one to Katy. She saw that the little candy merchant’s pride was of the right kind, and she was not disposed to give her any unnecessary mortification, though she resolved that neither Katy nor her mother should ever want a friend in their need.
“I owe you one dollar, also,” continued Katy, advancing to the side of Grace.
“Well, I declare!” laughed Grace. “If that isn’t a good one!”
“I promised to pay you; and you know I would not take the money as a gift,” replied Katy.
“I am aware that you would not, and you are the promptest paymistress I ever knew.”
“With the dollar you lent me, I bought the molasses to make the first lot of candy I sold. Your dollar has done a great deal of good.”
“I am glad it has; but I don’t want to take it.”
“Won’t you let me feel like myself?”
“Certainly I will,” laughed Grace.
“Then let me pay my debts, and not feel just like a beggar.”
“You are the queerest child I ever saw!” exclaimed Grace, as she took the dollar. “I am going to keep this dollar for you, and perhaps some time you will not be so proud as you are now, though I hope you will always have all the money you want.”
“I think I shall, if my trade continues to be good,” replied Katy, who, now that all her debts had been paid, felt a heavy load removed from her heart.
“You must bring your candy up here. The mayor says it is very good. I have a sweet tooth, and I will buy lots of it,” added Grace.
“I will bring you up some to-morrow,” replied Katy, moving towards the door, and casting a last glance at the mischievous lady in the picture.
“The mayor told me to ask you to call and see him again,” said Mrs. Gordon. “He is very much interested in you.”
“He is very kind;” and she bade them good-by.
Katy felt highly honored by the notice the mayor had taken of her. Like Master Simon Sneed, she felt almost like calling him her friend the mayor; but she resolved to call upon him on her way home. He received her very kindly, told her what a mistake she had made in giving the pawnbroker his note, who had never delivered it to the marshal, and promised to buy lots of candy when she came with her tray.
When she returned home she found a message there from Tommy Howard, requesting to see her that afternoon. She did not feel like spending any more time in idleness, when she had so much candy to sell; but Tommy’s request was not to be neglected; and, taking her tray, she called at his house as she passed up to the court.
Tommy had been talking for a year about going to sea, and had been for some time on the lookout for a chance as a cabin-boy or a reefer. He had told her his plans, how he intended to be a good sailor and work his way up to be captain of some fine ship. She suspected, therefore, that he had found a chance to go to sea, and wanted to tell her all about it.
She found him at home, waiting her expected visit; but a feeling of sadness came over her when she saw his manly face, and thought how badly she should feel if he should go off on the ocean, and, perhaps, be drowned in its vast depths. He had been her friend and protector. Johnny Grippen hardly dared to look at her since the flogging he had given him; and Katy thought, perhaps, if he went away, that she should have no one to defend her.
“I am going to-morrow, Katy,” said he, after he had given her a seat by the window.
“To sea?” asked Katy, gloomily.
“Yes; I have got a first-rate ship, and she sails to-morrow.”
“I am so sorry you are going!”
“O, never mind it, Katy; I shall be back one of these days. I wanted to tell you if Johnny Grippen gives you any impudence, to let me know and I’ll lick him when I come back.”
“I guess he won’t.”
“He may; if he does, you had better tell his father.”
“But where are you going, Tommy?”
“To Liverpool.”
Katy started. Her grandfather lived there. After a moment’s thought she conceived a plan which made her heart bound with emotion. She could send word to her grandfather, by Tommy, that she and her mother were in Boston, and then he would send over after them, and they could live in his fine house, and she should be as happy as a queen. Then she and her mother might be passengers in Tommy’s ship–and wouldn’t they have great times on the passage! And as her grandfather was a merchant, and owned ships, she might be able to do something for Tommy.
Under the seal of secrecy she related to her young sailor friend all the particulars of her mother’s history; and he wrote down the names she gave him. Tommy promised to hunt all over Liverpool till he found her grandfather; and to insure him a good reception, Katy wrote a short letter to him, in which she stated the principal facts in the case.
“Now, good-by, Tommy,” said she, wiping away a tear; “I shall think of you every day, and pray for you too. I hope there won’t be any storms to sink your ship.”
“We shan’t mind the storms. Good-by, Katy.”
She felt very badly all the rest of the day, and her sales were smaller than usual, for her energy was diminished in proportion to the sadness of her heart.
CHAPTER XIII.
KATY EMPLOYS AN ASSISTANT.
As winter approached, Katy realized that the demand for molasses candy was on the increase, and she found it necessary to make a much larger quantity. Mrs. Colvin still rendered her assistance “for a consideration,” and the supply was thus made to correspond with the demand.
Mrs. Redburn’s health which had begun to improve with the advent of their prosperity, now enabled her to sit up nearly the whole day, and to render much aid in the household affairs, and especially in the manufacturing of the candy. The good fortune that had attended Katy’s efforts brought many additional comforts to their humble dwelling; indeed, they had everything that they needed, and everything that any poor person would have required. But the fond mother had never been able to reconcile herself to the business which Katy followed. She dreaded every day lest the temptations to which it constantly exposed her might lead her astray. She loved her daughter with all her heart, and she would rather have died in poverty and want than have had her corrupted. She had every reason to believe that Katy was the pure and innocent child she had always been; but she feared, as she grew older, that some harm might befall her. She would rather bury her than see her become a bad person, and she hoped soon to be able to resume her own labors, and let Katy abandon her dangerous business.
Mrs. Redburn often talked with her about the perils that lay in her path; but Katy spoke like one who was fortified by good resolutions and a strong will. She declared that she knew what dangers were in her way, and that she could resist all the temptations that beset her. Whatever views the mother had, there seemed to be no opportunity to carry them out, for by Katy’s labors they were fed, clothed, and housed. She was her mother’s only support, and the candy trade, perilous as it was, could not be given up.
Katy did not desire to abandon the business she had built up, for she was proud of her achievement. She was resolved to be good and true, and to her it did not seem half so perilous as to others. She had even indulged some thoughts of enlarging her business. Why could she not have a shop, and sell candy on a counter as well as in the street? She mentioned this idea to her mother, who was sure the shop could not succeed, for she was aware that her daughter’s winning manners were more than half her stock in trade, and that her large sales resulted from carrying the candy to hundreds of people who did not want it enough to go after it. Therefore Katy gave up the shop at once, but she did not abandon the idea of enlarging her business, though she did not exactly see how it could be done. One day an accident solved the problem for her, and at that time commenced a new era in the candy trade.
One pleasant morning in November, as she walked up the court, she met Ann Grippen, a sister of Johnny who stopped to talk with her. The Grippen family consisted of eleven persons. The father was a day laborer, and as his wages were small, and he had a great many mouths to feed, they were, of course, miserably poor. The older children showed no ability or disposition to help their parents but spent most of their time in strolling about the streets. Johnny was a fair specimen of the boys, as Ann was of the girls. She might have been seen almost any day with a well-worn basket on her arm, exploring the streets and wharves in search of chips, for Johnny was too vicious to do the work which more properly belonged to him.
“You sell lots of candy now–don’t you?” said Ann.
“Yes, a great deal,” replied Katy, who was not disposed to spend her time idly, and in the company of one whose reputation in the neighborhood was not very good.
“Stop a minute–won’t you? I want to speak to you.”
“I will; but be as quick as you can, for I am in a hurry.”
“Don’t you think I could sell candy?” continued Ann.
“I dare say you could. Why don’t you try, if you want to?”
“But I haven’t got no candy; and mother can’t make it, as you can. If you are a mind to let me have some, I will sell it for you, and you may give me what you like.”
The idea struck the little merchant very favorably. There were a great many girls just like Ann Grippen, who were wasting their time about the streets, and learning to be wicked. Why couldn’t she employ them to sell candy?
“I will try you,” replied Katy.
“Well, I’m all ready to begin.”
“Not yet,” said the little candy merchant, with a smile.
“Yes, I am.”
“Your face and hands are very dirty.”
“What odds will that make?” asked Ann, rather indignantly.
“Do you suppose anybody would eat a stick of candy after you had touched it with those dirty fingers? Your customers would be afraid of being poisoned.”
“I s’pose I can wash ’em,” replied Ann, who seemed still to regard it as a very unnecessary operation.
“It would be a good plan; and while you are about it you must not forget your face.”
“I ain’t a-going to touch the candy with my face,” added Ann, triumphantly
“Very true; but if people saw you with such a dirty face, they would be afraid your candy was not very clean.”
“Any way you like. I will wash my face and hands both, if that’s all.”
“But that isn’t all. Your dress is very dirty and very ragged.”
“I can’t afford to dress like a lady,” said Ann, who had some of her brother’s disposition, and under any other circumstances would have resented Katy’s plain home thrusts.
“You needn’t dress like a lady; but the neater and cleaner you are, the more candy you will sell.”
“I will fix up as much as I can.”
“Very well; if you will come to my house to-morrow morning, I will let you have some candy.”
“How much will you give me for selling it?” asked Ann.
“I can’t tell now; I will think about it, and let you know when you come.”
Katy went her way, turning over and over in her mind the scheme which Ann’s application had suggested to her. She might employ a dozen girls, or even more than that, and pay them so much a dozen for selling the candy. She might then stop going out to sell herself, and thus gratify her mother. She could even go to school, and still attend to her business.
When she returned home at noon, she proposed the plan to her mother. Mrs. Redburn was much pleased with it, though she suggested many difficulties in the way of its success. The girls might not be honest; but if they were not, they could be discharged. Many of them were vicious; they would steal or be saucy, so that people would not permit them to enter their stores and offices, and the business would thus be brought into disrepute. Katy determined to employ the best girls she could find, and to tell them all that they must behave like ladies.
The next morning Ann Grippen appeared with her face and hands tolerably clean, and wearing a dress which by a liberal construction could be called decent. She brought a dirty, rusty old tray, which was the best she could obtain; yet in spite of all these disadvantages, the little candy merchant looked upon it as a hopeful case.
“Now, Ann, you must be very civil to everybody you meet,” said Katy, as she covered the rusty tray with a sheet of clean white paper.
“I hope I know how to behave myself,” replied Ann, rather crustily.
“I dare say you do;” and she might have hinted that there was some difference between knowing how to do a thing and doing it. “I was only going to tell you how to sell candy. If you don’t want me to tell you, I won’t.”
“I should like to have you tell me, but I guess I know how to behave.”
“You must be very civil to everybody, even when they don’t speak very pleasant to you.”
“I don’t know about that,” replied Ann, doubtfully, for it was contrary to the Grippen philosophy to be very civil to any one, much less to those who were not civil to them.
“When any one buys any candy of you, you must always say, `Thank you’; and then the next time you meet the person he will buy again.”
“How much you going to give me for selling?” demanded Ann, abruptly cutting short the instructions.
“Mother thinks you ought to have four cents a dozen.”
“Four cents? My mother says I ought to have half, and I ain’t going to sell your candy for no four cents a dozen.”
“Very well; you needn’t if you don’t wish to do so;” and Katy removed the sheet of white paper she had placed over the dirty tray.
“You ought to give me half I get,” added Ann, rather softened by Katy’s firmness and decision.
“Four cents is enough. I often sell a hundred sticks in a day.”
“Well, I don’t care; I will try it once.”
“If we find we can afford to pay any more than four cents, we will do so.”
Katy covered the tray again, and arranged two dozen sticks on it in an attractive manner. After giving Ann some further instructions in the art of selling candy, she permitted her to depart on her mission. She was not very confident in regard to her success for Ann was too coarse and ill-mannered for a good sales-woman. She hoped for the best, however, and after preparing her own tray, she went out to attend to business as usual. In the court she saw Master Simon Sneed, who was sitting on his father’s doorstep. She noticed that he looked sad and downhearted; and when he spoke to her the tones of his voice indicated the same depression of spirits.
“Have you seen the Mayor lately, Katy?” asked Simon, as he approached.
“Not very lately”
“I should like to see him,” added he, raising his eyes to her.
“Why don’t you call upon him? You know where he lives–don’t you?”
“Yes, but—-“
Master Simon paused, as though he did not like to explain the reason. Katy waited for him to proceed, but as he did not, she remarked that he looked very sad, and she hoped nothing had happened.
“Something has happened,” replied he, gloomily.
“Nothing bad, I hope.”
“I have left my place at Sands & Co.’s.
“Left it? Why, how can they possibly get along without you?” exclaimed Katy.
“It is their own fault; and though I say it who should not say it, they will never find another young man who will do as much for them as I have done.”
“I shouldn’t think they would have let you go.”
“Nor I; but some men never know when they are well used.”
“How did it happed?”
“I asked them for an increase of salary, and told them I could stay no longer unless they did so. And what do you think they did?”
“I don’t know; I should suppose they would have raised your salary.”
“No, Katy,” added Simon, bitterly. “Mr. Sands told me I might go; he wouldn’t have me at any rate. Wasn’t that cool? Well, well; if they don’t know their own interest, they must bear the consequences. If they fail, or lose all their trade, they can’t blame me for it. Now I have nothing to do; and I was just thinking whether my friend the mayor couldn’t help me into a situation.”
“I dare say he can. Why don’t you call and see him at once?”
“I don’t like to do so. He sees so many persons that I really don’t think he would recollect me. I must get something to do, though; for my father is sick, and winter is coming on.”
“How much salary did you get, Master Simon?” asked Katy, who highly approved his determination not to be a burden upon his father.
“Two dollars and a half a week.”
“Is that all!”
“Yes; they ought to have given me ten. Even that was better than nothing.”
“I was thinking of something, Master Simon,” said Katy, after a pause.
“What, Katy?”
“I make four or five dollars a week.”
“Is it possible!”
“If you have a mind to sell candy, I will furnish you all you want, so that you can make at least three dollars a week.”
The lip of Master Simon slowly curled, till his face bore an expression of sovereign contempt. He rose from his seat, and fixed his eyes rather sternly upon the little candy merchant, who began to think she had made a bad mistake, though all the time she had intended to do a kind act.
“What have I done, Katy, that you should insult me? Do you think I have sunk so low as to peddle candy about the streets?” said he, contemptuously.
“Do you think I have sunk very low, Master Simon?” asked Katy, with a pleasant smile on her face.
“Your business is very low,” he replied, more gently.
“Is that business low by which I honestly make money enough to support my sick mother and myself?”
“It would be low for me; my ideas run a little higher than that,” answered Simon, rather disposed to apologize for his hard words; for Katy’s smile had conquered him, as a smile oftener will conquer than a hard word.
“You know best; but if I can do anything for you, Master Simon, I shall be very glad to do so.”
“Thank you, Katy; you mean right, but never speak to me about selling candy again. I think you can help me.”
“Then I will.”
“I will see you again when I get my plan arranged. In the meantime, if you happen to meet my friend the mayor, just speak a good word for me.”
“I will;” and Katy left him.
CHAPTER XIV.