“Bless his bright eyes!—mother will take him,” ejaculates the busy little woman, whose hands are by this time in a very floury condition, in the incipient stages of wetting up biscuit, “in a minute;” and she quickly frees herself from the flour and paste, and, deputing Mary to roll out her biscuit, proceeds to the consolation and succour of young master.
“Now, Henry,” says the mother, “you’ll have time, before supper, to take that basket of clothes up to Mr. Sheldin’s;—put in that nice bill that you made out last night. I shall give you a cent for every bill you write out for me. What a comfort it is, now, for one’s children to be gettin’ learnin’ so!”
Henry shouldered the basket, and passed out the door, just as a neatly-dressed coloured man walked up, with his pail and white-wash brushes.
“O, you’ve come, father, have you?— Mary, are the biscuits in? —you may as well set the table, now. Well, George, what’s the news?”
“Nothing, only a pretty smart day’s work. I’ve brought home five dollars, and shall have as much as I can do these two weeks!” and the man, having washed his hands, proceeded to count out his change on the ironing-table.
“Well, it takes you to bring in the money,” said the delighted wife; “nobody but you could turn off that much in a day!”
“Well, they do say—those that’s had me once—that they never want any other hand to take hold in their rooms. I s’pose its a kinder practice I’ve got, and kinder natural!”
“Tell ye what,” said the little woman, taking down the family strong box—to wit, the china tea-pot aforenamed—and pouring the contents on the table, “we’re getting mighty rich now! We can afford to get Henry his new Sunday cap, and Mary her muslin-de-laine dress;—take care, baby, you rogue!” she hastily interposed, as young master made a dive at a dollar bill, for his share in the proceeds.
“He wants something, too, I suppose,” said the father; “let him get his hand in while he’s young.”
The baby gazed with round, astonished eyes, while mother with some difficulty, rescued the bill from his grasp; but, before any one could at all anticipate his purpose, he dashed in among the small change with such zeal as to send it flying all over the table.