Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Half Title
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 Chapter I: The old book-shop
 Chapter II: Rosebud's new...
 Chapter III: Rosebud prepares to...
 Chapter IV: Mr. Dighton's...
 Chapter V: Violet and Rosebud
 Chapter VI: The wonderful...
 Chapter VII: Mr. Jones visits Grosvenor...
 Chapter VIII: A chapter of pleasant...
 Chapter IX: A new lease of...
 Chapter X: A pleasant prospect
 Chapter XI: Grand-dad's dream comes...
 Chapter XII: The old and the...
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Title: Things will take a turn
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Title: Things will take a turn
Physical Description: 95, 8 p. : ill. (some col.) ; 17 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Harraden, Beatrice, 1864-1936
Blackie & Son ( Publisher )
Publisher: Blackie and Son
Place of Publication: London ;
Glasgow ;
Edinburgh ;
Publication Date: [1889?]
Subject: Grandfathers -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Booksellers and bookselling -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Secondhand trade -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Poverty -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Orphans -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Kindness -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Friendship -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children with disabilities -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Publishers' catalogues -- 1889   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1889
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novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: England -- London
Scotland -- Glasgow
Scotland -- Edinburgh
Ireland -- Dublin
Statement of Responsibility: by Beatrice Harraden.
General Note: Date of publication from inscription.
General Note: Frontispiece printed in sepia.
General Note: Publisher's catalogue follows text.
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Page 1
    Half Title
        Page 2
        Page 3
    Title Page
        Page 4
    Table of Contents
        Page 5
        Page 6
    Chapter I: The old book-shop
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
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    Chapter II: Rosebud's new friend
        Page 15
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        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
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    Chapter III: Rosebud prepares to enter high life
        Page 21
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        Page 25
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    Chapter IV: Mr. Dighton's housekeeper
        Page 32
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    Chapter V: Violet and Rosebud
        Page 42
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    Chapter VI: The wonderful parrot
        Page 49
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    Chapter VII: Mr. Jones visits Grosvenor Square
        Page 55
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    Chapter VIII: A chapter of pleasant surprises
        Page 66
        Page 67
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    Chapter IX: A new lease of life
        Page 75
        Page 76
        Page 77
        Page 78
        Page 79
        Page 80
        Page 81
    Chapter X: A pleasant prospect
        Page 82
        Page 83
        Page 84
        Page 85
    Chapter XI: Grand-dad's dream comes true
        Page 86
        Page 87
        Page 88
        Page 89
        Page 90
        Page 91
        Page 92
    Chapter XII: The old and the new
        Page 93
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    Back Cover
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IX. A NEW LEASE OF LIFE, ... .. 75







HERE was no denying that trade was bad in
the little tumble-down old second-hand book-
shop in a poor street of London. Even little
Rose Burnley, a ten-year-old lass, with large, wondering
eyes, and a smile which was more often sad than merry,
knew that things were not going on prosperously in
grand-dad's shop. I think she troubled more about
them than he did; for he was always reading. I
suppose he thought that as he could not sell the books,
he might just as well read them and make some use
of them. It was a pity they should lie there idle.
They were not good-looking books: they were old, and
grubby, and worn, and had several names of the past
owners written inside, and the second-hand price
scratched in pencil on the title-page. Now-a-days,
when one can buy new copies so cheaply, these fusty,
musty old things do not seem very attractive, do they?


Ah well, we ought not to abuse them, for they have
lived their lives and done their work well.
And little Rose loved them all. She had a profound
reverence for the very oldest; and when she was not
reading, or seeing after grand-dad, she spent her time
in patching them up. She was quite clever at making
covers for them, and grand-dad himself said she ought
to have been a binder. There was one dilapidated
volume-I think it was C'! .......,i'.'- History of the
Great Bebellion-which she restored in a marvellous
way. Up to now this had been the triumph of her
life, although I am not sure whether she was not as
well pleased with her success in doctoring a forlorn
Greek dictionary, which she respected all the more
because she could not understand one single word in
it. No, she was not a Greek scholar; but she was an
English scholar in her own little way, and she could
read aloud as well as any grown-up person, and she
was not in the least frightened at long words. She
read aloud to her dolls. Good gracious! I really
tremble to think what intellectual beings she had
made of them. She had rather odd names for them;
her two favourites were called Robinson Crusoe and
Jane Eyre.
She often envied them.
"You have no worries," she said. "You don't get
up every morning, wondering, wondering whether
anyone will come and buy some books. And it is all
the same to you whether grand-dad looks happy or



But grand-dad was really unhappy this fine June
morning; for money was becoming very scarce, and no
one came to the second-hand book-shop. Ah, and
there I am wrong.
People certainly did come, only they came to sell
books, not to buy them, and seemed rather injured
when shrivelled-up old David Burnley refused their
offers. Why, he had not any money to spare now.
He had not enough for Childie and himself. But
in the days gone by, when starved-looking students
begged him to buy their most precious volumes for
a mere song, Childie, as he called his little grand-
daughter, had often stood by, and seen him give back
the book together with the money. She thought that
very sweet of him, and loved him for it.
But, you know, this was not the way to get on in
life. His neighbours told him so. They thought him
rather a silly old man.
"He has read too much," they said to each other.
"Of course he is silly!"
That was their way of looking at the matter; but
they were ignorant folk, and knew more about Dutch
cheeses and tinned sardines than they did about books!
Anyway, to-day he was very troubled about his
affairs; he could not fix his attention on his book.
He kept looking at Childie, who sat by his side on a
footstool, mending Robinson Crusoe's coat. Poor
coat! it was even shabbier than grand-dad's coat, and
that was saying a good deal. He kept looking at
Jane Eyre, who was lying flat on her back, gazing



intently at the murky ceiling of the old tumble-
down book-shop. She was very shabby too. They
were all shabby and poor, and rather hungry, let me
tell you. He combed his thin, white hair with his
thin hand, and then stroked his brow.
"Childie," he said gently, "times are very bad."
In a moment Robinson Crusoe and his coat were
thrown on the ground, and Childie sprang up, and put
her arms round grand-dad's neck and kissed him.
"I know, dear," she whispered.
"It was easy enough to get along while there was
money in the till," he said, smiling at her sadly, "and
one did not trouble much then. But the quarter's
rent is due soon, and there is very little to pay it
with, Childie. I have been thoughtless and selfish.
There is nothing easier in the whole world than to be
selfish. Kiss me again, Childie, and tell me that you
do not love me any the less because I have been
"Why, grand-dad," she said, as she kissed him
lovingly, "it has not been your fault if people have
not come to buy our books. And every one says trade
is bad, you know. I went in to look at the birds in
Mr. Jones's shop, and he told me he had not sold a
single one during the last few days. I felt sorry for
him, for he is very kind although he has got a red
nose. And what a red nose it is, to be sure, grand-
dad! But he was not in the dumps. He said to me:
'Look you, Rosebud child, things will take a turn.'
He is always saying this to me; and, fancy, grand-



dad, he has taught that parrot of his to say: 'Things
will take a turn.' We must say it and believe it too.
Do you hear, grand-dad?"
"Yes, C'liil.i-" he answered, smiling. "Now I am
going out to try and get together some money which
has been owing me a long time. It is not much, but
it is better than nothing. You mind the shop-you
and Jane Eyre and Robinson Crusoe. There will
not be a great deal for you to do," lie added with a
sigh; "no one is likely to come."
Quick as thought she fetched him his rusty hat,
and his stick, and his horrid little snuff-box, and off
he started on his journey.
"Oh," she said to herself, as she stood at the shop
door, watching that dear, bent figure trudging wearily
along, "if I could only sell a book whilst he is away,
how glad and proud I should be!"
And the tears darted to her eyes; but she brushed
them hastily from her face, for she heard the parrot
over the way screeching: "Things will take a turn!
things will take a turn!" And Mr. Jones, the happy
possessor of the red nose and the bird-shop, seeing his
little friend standing at the door, crossed over the road
to speak with her.
"Good-morning, Rosebud," he said gently. "How's
"Quite well, thank you, Mr. Jones," she answered
smiling. "And you?"
"Fust-rate," he answered. "Last night, bless you,
I sold a pair of Norwich canaries and a bishop-you



know that fat, sleek fellow with a yellow crest. And
I tell you, Rosebud child, them bishop birds bring in
a sight of money, they do. I should like to sell a
dozen or two -- -,-.- .:'1- morning. But upon my soul,
littl'un, prosperity is peeping round the corner. Time
it should too. And how's the grand-dad?"
"Oh, pretty well," she said. "He has gone out and
left me in charge."
"And ain't you just proud?" he said, looking kindly
at her. "Fancy you being left in charge-a bit of a
bird like you! Law, if I had you in a cage with some
fine feathers on, I'd make a bet you'd fetch more than
a Norwich canary, or a weaver, or a bishop, or a pope,
or a piping bullfinch, or a Virginian nightingale, or all
of them put together."
"Mr. Jones," she said, "your sleeve is torn. Perhaps
you had better wait while I mend it."
"Thank you, ].ii-. he said, as he sank into
grand-dad's chair at the back of the tiny counter;
"this ain't the first piece of stitching you've done for
me, is it? You're fond of your needle, ain't you?
And you're fond of me too, in a sort of a -
"Of course I am fond of you," she said laughing.
"We are fond of all those who are kind to us."
"Are we now?" remarked Mr. Jones. "Well, I
suppose you ought to know, as you have read a whole
sight of books; but all I know is that many folk has
been kind to me in my life, and I'm blest if I've been
fond of them, or grateful to them for the matter of



"What a horrible person you must really be!" said
Rosebud, putting down his coat and looking up at
"That may be," he laughed, "but I ain't no excep-
tion. Why, your little fingers have been quick!
Thank you kindly. I say, Rosebud child, do the dolls
like chocolate or toffee best?"
"They have not a sweet tooth," she said as she
helped him on with his coat, and watched him gazing
admiringly at her work. "In fact, Mr. Jones, if you
look at Jane Eyre and Robinson Crusoe, you'll find
they have not any teeth at all."
Then I'm smashed if soup ain't the best thing for
them to have!" he answered. "But what can you ex-
pect at their time of life? They look as if they'd come
out of the ark, they do."
"They are not as young as they might be, Mr.
Jones," she laughed; "but they are none the worse
for that."
"That's right, missy," he replied; "always speak
up for your friends."
And having wished her good luck for the morning,
and bestowed a patronizing pat on the heads of Jane
Eyre and Mr. Crusoe, who were looking rather sulky
at his rude remarks about them, Mr. Jones took his
departure to his place of business over the other side
of the road. And Childie set to work to dust the
second-hand books.
She tried to be kind and just to them all, but it
was very hard to take any interest at all in those dis-



agreeable, dull school-books. She could not get up
any enthusiasm for Cornwall's Geography and Mang-
nall's Questions and Mrs. Markham's History of England,
but she did her duty by them.
And all the time she was thinking how proud she
should be if only she had some money to show grand-
dad on his return. And the dear little, fair face,
which had brightened up at Mr. Jones's visit, became
once more sad and anxious-very anxious.
"Are all people anxious?" she thought to herself, as
she sat down on her stool, and rested her elbows on
her knees, and stared at the book-shelves. I wonder
whether the people who write books are as worried as
the people who try to sell them and can't. Oh, if I
were only grown-up, and could work for grand-dad!
He should read all day and never have any worries.
And I'd buy him a new snuff-box, and a new velvet
skull-cap to keep the cold off his dear head. And he'd
look so nice in it too, for grand-dad is handsome; I
think he is quite a picture. But he is old now, and
he has no one to love him but me, and I am not really
old enough to take care of him properly. If one could
only become old in a day, or a week, or even a year!
It seems to take such a long time."
Then she closed her eyes and smiled happily; for it
was pleasant to make plans, and her little head was
full of schemes and ideas-all for grand-dad, not for
herself, not even for Jane Eyre and Robinson Crusoe.
Suddenly she heard a footstep, and looking up saw
a very tall gentleman standing just inside the door.



The colour flushed to her cheeks, and her heart beat
excitedly, for here, in very truth, was a real customer.
"Is there anyone to serve me?" he said kindly,
bending down to her. He had such a way to bend!
"If you please, sir," she said timidly, "I will serve



Y OU will serve me?" said the tall gentleman smil-
ing somewhat incredulously. "Well, little girl,
I must tell you that I have been looking everywhere
for a particular volume to complete a certain edition
of Cesar's works. I suppose you do not happen to
know who Cesar was?"
"Oh, yes," she answered, "of course I do. He
crossed the Rubicon. Grand-dad taught me all about
him; and then I've read, you know. Here's where
we keep his works."
And she pointed to the topmost shelf.
"I'm sorry I can't reach," she said, looking at him
mournfully. "It seems very rude of me to ask you
to look yourself. But if I had the ladder I would get
up at once. Only I cannot carry the ladder myself.
Grand-dad generally carries it, and then I hold it
while he mounts it. But he is old now, and I am
always fearful lest he should tumble."



The tall gentleman-whose name, by the way, was
Mr. Dighton-stared in amused astonishment at this
quaint little shopkeeper. He was quite pleased with
her manner and her appearance.
"And so you know who Cesar is?" he said. "Well,
that is more than my little girl knows-poor little
girl!-and she is just about your age too; only she
cannot run about, and mount ladders as you do. She
lies on a sofa all through the long day-and the day
is very long for her sometimes."
"I'm sorry," said Childie softly; and the tears came
into her eyes. She had such a sympathetic heart.
"Then you must be sad, sir," she said.
"Yes," he answered; "I am very often sad." And
he sighed. "Well now, for the book," he added.
"We can very well do without the ladder, for I can
reach the top shelf with the aid of that footstool."
Childie waited in breathless anxiety whilst he ex-
amined every book on the shelf. Oh, how she hoped
it would be there!
"It isn't here," he said. "I am disappointed."
And he took his handkerchief from his pocket and
rubbed the dust off his hands. He looked rather
cross too. I suppose he did not like dust; some
people don't.
Childie's face fell. She was also disappointed.
"If you please, sir," she said pleadingly, "it may
be on this shelf, or amongst that heap of books. Will
you take g !. I..I .1 l's seat, sir, whilst I look?"
But the book was nowhere to be found. They both



searched for it diligently; and it was really quite
funny to see Mr. Dighton kneeling on the ground and
diving amongst the miscellaneous volumes.
"It is of no use," he said, standing up again.
"I might have known that I should not find it
C'lid.i.- courage had gradually been failing her,
and now, overcome with excitement, anxiety, and dis-
appointment, she burst into tears, and cried as though
her heart would break.
"Please, sir," she sobbed, "forgive me; but I did
so hope to sell a-book as a surprise for grand-dad.
No one buys books from us now. And trade is very
bad, and things don't seem to take a turn, although
the parrot over the way says they will. And when
you came in I was so proud and glad, because grand-
dad has left me in charge; and you are the first cus-
tomer we've had for a very long time. And now you
can't find what you want."
She looked such a poor, sad little lass that all his
kindly pity rose up in his heart.
He took her hand and put it into his own great, big
hands, and told her not to cry her blue eyes away, for
he wanted another book, which would do just as well;
and he pounced upon the first he came to-it hap-
pened to be Questions, price ninepence-and
he put a bright, shining sovereign on the counter, and
told her to keep it all for herself and grand-dad.
She smiled through her tears.
How good you are!" she said, looking up at him.
( 561) B



"Only I don't think I ought to take it from you.
_, .. Questions is only ninepence."
I am quite sure you ought to take it from me," he
said kindly as he put the shabby, little book into his
pocket; for he did not wish to hurt her feelings by
not taking it away. Do you know, I should be ever
so angry if you did not keep that gold piece. Why,
look at it. It is a jubilee sovereign, quite new and
spruce, and will bring you good luck. Yes, I am quite
sure it will bring you good luck. Now, tell me your
name, little girl?"
"If you please, sir," she said, "my name is Rose;
but grand-dad calls me Childie, and Mr. Jones calls
me Rosebud."
Mr. Jones has very good taste," said Mr. Dighton.
"And who may he be?"
"If you please, sir," she answered, Mr. Jones is
the bird-fancier over the way. Oh! he has such beau-
tiful birds; only trade is bad with him too. But he
has harder times than we have; for birds want feed-
ing, don't they? and books only want dusting. There
is Mr. Jones at his shop window. Won't he just be
glad to see that I have got a real customer?"
"A real customer!" laughed Mr. Dighton. "Not
wax-work, like your poor old dolls. What learned-
looking dolls they are too! Do they know about
Cisar crossing the Rubicon?"
Childie laughed merrily.
"Perhaps they do," she said; "only tley never
tell me what they know. But I've read such a



lot to them that I think they can't be altogether
"Well, little Rosebud," said the tall gentleman,
stooping down and holding out his hand to her, "I
must be going home now to my little girl. I shall
tell her about you. Perhaps you would like to come
and read to her, and help her to spend part of the long
day. Somehow or other I don't think she would find
it at all sad and wearisome when you were with her.
You would be kind to her, wouldn't you, and patient
and !-r!'-
"Indeed, sir," said Childie earnestly, "I would try
to be so,"
Then tell grand-dad," he said, "that I shall come
in to-morrow, and speak with him myself. Good-bye,
Rosebud. Mlind, now, there must not be any more
tears in those blue eyes."
And he put up his finger as though in solemn warn-
ing, and left Childie staring after him in wonder and
How kind he is!" she thought. "It is a long way
to look up to his face; but when you once get there,
what a kind, good face it is! And how sad he looked
when he spoke of his little girl. I shall never forget
And she sat down on her stool, and began to put a
brown-paper cover on a miserable, shabby, tattered
book. But the work did not get on very quickly; for
I fancy Rosebud was thinking that if people did not
have one kind of anxiety, they had another.



"Perhaps the tall gentleman does not have to
trouble about customers," she thought; "but then he
must always be sad about his little girl."
Then she looked at the bright sovereign, and re-
membered how pleased and surprised grand-dad would
be when he came home and heard all the wonderful
news she had to tell him; and her little face shone
with June sunshine.
And she sang a snatch of melody, something about
the trees and the birds and the flowers. One always
sings of them when one is happy.
Suddenly a voice, not so melodious as hers, called
"Bless me, Rosebud child! if that ain't a more
lovely noise than any my birds could make! Why
weren't you a Norwich canary or a Virginian nightin-
gale? You'd just make my fortune-at a handy time,
"Oh, Mr. Jones! you did startle me," she said
laughing. "I've such a lot to tell you. The parrot
is quite right, for things will take a turn, I am sure."
"Of course they will, Birdie," he said cheerily.
"And meantime do you take this 'ere soup, or else I
shall drop it. It's for them toothless dolls of yours;
but, supposing they ain't got no appetites, then I
guess you and your grand-dad had best make away
with it. And as soup ain't good without fresh rolls,
so please you, littl'un, I've brought some fresh rolls.
Trade is reviving, Rosebud, and so is soup and rolls."
"You are very good," she said gratefully. "Jane


Eyre and Robinson Crusoe can't thank you, but I
thank you, Mr. Jones. You are always being kind
to me."
"Tut, tut!" he answered. "You must run over
and tell me all about the tall customer. Oh, there's
someone going into my shop! I'm off, littl'un."
That soup and them rolls will do her good," he
said to himself as he went back to his shop. "She
don't look particular strong, dear little lassie; and I'm
thinking people don't grow up hearty in fusty old
book-shops. Never a day goes by that the sight of
that littl'un don't do me good. Bless her heart!"



G RAND-DAD had not been successful in getting
S any money together. Some people, you know, do
not trouble in the very least about paying their debts;
and it is a cruel and hard thing when the poor have
to wait a weary long time before they can get paid
for their work. Poor dress-makers complain bitterly
about the grand ladies who give them their satins and
silks to make, and expect the dresses to be ready in less
than no time; but they are quite surprised if they are
expected to pay in less than no time. And they often
let wholeweeks pass bywithout giving a thought to the


little scrawly bill waiting so patiently to be noticed.
And it would be nothing to them to take out their
purses and pay at once. Nothing prevents them ex-
cept thoughtlessness and selfishness.
However this may all be, grand-dad came home
tired, anxious, and disappointed. He was chiefly
anxious about the child, for he really did not care
about himself.
"What is to become of her," he thought, "when
the money has all been spent, and there is nothing
more coming in?"
No wonder that grand-dad's heart was heavy, and
his footstep weary.
There was no one in the shop. He sank down into
his chair behind the counter, and took from his pocket
his red cotton handkerchief, which he passed over his
burning forehead. Then he pulled out his horrid little
snuff-box, and refreshed himself with a pinch of snuff.
Childie did not like snuff, and always congratulated
Robinson Crusoe on the fact that he did not care
about it.
"I shall be quite content, Crusoe," she used to say
to him in private, "if you take grand-dad as your
model in everything except his love for snuff. Do
you hear?"
I don't know whether he heard, but he certainly
heeded, for he was a total abstainer from snuff!
Grand-dad then sneezed several times, and then
took off his goggle-eyed spectacles and rubbed them
with the corner of his red cotton handkerchief. Hav-



ing made them clean and clear he put them on again,
about half-way down his nose. It was always a puzzle
to Childie why he should look over his spectacles and
not through them. Sometimes, though, he did not
wear them at all, but closed his right eye with the
second finger of his right hand and read with his left
eye. This puzzled Childie, too; she thought it rather
hard on that left eye.
Use both your eyes when you read, Robinson
Crusoe," she said to him. "I prefer it."
Childie was strict in her own little quiet way. She
would have made an excellent schoolmistress.
Butto-daygrand-dad did not read. He looked mourn-
fully at the second-hand books, and for the first time
in his life wished they were all brand-new, uncut, and
sprucely dressed, because then he would have a chance
of selling them. He had rather despised new books;
but this morning he had been gazing into a grand shop
of every kind of book -large, small, and medium,
good, bad, and indifferent, but fresh and new and
beautiful; and he saw so many people going in and
coming out again with parcels in their hands, that he
quite longed to be the lucky possessor of that shop-
just for Childie's sake, not for his own.
"Just for Childie's sake!" he murmured to himself
as he took off his boots and thrust his tired old feet
into his slippers.
And at that moment she came into the shop
"What luck, grand-dad?" she said cheerily.
"None for us, child," he answered sadly.


"Ah, you mustn't say that, dear !" she said, picking
up the red cotton handkerchief which had fallen to
the ground, and putting it into his pocket, as though
she were his little mother. "You mustn't say that,
for I've had a real customer, and I've a real sovereign
to give you; and here it is, grand-dad. So don't ever
tell me that I can't keep shop well!"
"What book have you sold, child?" he asked, look-
ing at her wonderingly.
"i'- .."' Questions," she answered laughing.
"What do you think of that?"
And then she told him the whole story of the tall
gentleman's visit, and she begged that he would allow
her to go and read to the little invalid girl.
"Of course you shall go, Childie," he said lovingly.
"And well might that gentleman wish to have you to
read to his little daughter. Where could one hope to
lind a dearer, sweeter little girl-flower than my Rose-
And off they went, hand in hand, to the back-room
to enjoy Mr. Jones's soup and fresh rolls, which Jane
Eyre and Robinson Crusoe had declined with thanks.
About twelve o'clock the following morning the tall
gentleman called in to see old David Burnley. Childie
was not there at the time.
"Your grand-daughter pleased me mightily yester
day," he said kindly, "and I have taken quite a fancy
to her. She speaks beautifully. You have indeed
taught her well. Now, I should like her to come and
see my little girl, who I am sure will be kind to her.



My little girl, you know, is an invalid-a motherless
invalid. And she cannot read a great deal; for her
eyes are weak. And she does not care about all
children, but I think she would be fond of your little
Rosebud. And Rosebud could read to her, and be her
companion for part of the day. I am sure your little
grand-daughter would be proud to earn some money.
And you would let her come, wouldn't you?"
"You are very good, sir," said the old man gently.
"Of course I would let her come."
"Just for part of the day," continued Mr. Dighton.
"Ah, here is the little woman," he added, as Childie
came into the shop. "You see, I have not forgotten
you, have ID"
And grand-dad was quite touched to see how kindly
he greeted Childie, stooping down and taking her hand
and speaking to her so freely and gently. As for
Rosebud herself, it seemed to her the most natural
thing in the world to see her tall friend again and
hear his kind fresh voice; and she chattered away to
him as if she had known him all her life.
"I have just been to look at Mr. Jones's new bull-
finch," she confided to him. "I wonder what you'd
think of it. Now, I think it's a beauty, and it pipes
such pretty tunes."
"Indeed," he said, smiling at her. "And do
you know as much about birds as you do about
She laughed.
"Oh," she answered, "I only know what Mr. Jones


tells me. And then one can't help learning a little
when one sees all the birds, can one? But sometimes
I think it is very cruel to keep them shut up inthose
tiny cages. But, do you know, Mr. Jones has often
put them in bigger cages just to please me. Isn't that
nice of him? He laughs at me when I ask him; but
he never refuses me. Oh, I remember he was a little
cross once. But then he had the toothache dreadfully;
and one can't feel very kind when one has the toothache,
can one?"
"Certainly not," he replied. "Well, you must take
me to see your friend Mr. Jones one day, when he has
not got the toothache. I should not like him to be
cross with me."
"As if anyone could be cross with you, sir!" she
said eagerly. "I am sure I couldn't if I tried all the
day long."
"That's all right," he said laughing. "I hope you
will always say that. Good gracious! I've been
treading on your doll, and I've broken its right arm.
What will you say to me now?"
He stooped down and picked up poor Robinson
Crusoe, who probably would have groaned if he could;
for it is not a particularly pleasant thing to have a
crushed arm!
Childie was certainly rather heartless this morning,
for she giggled and seemed immensely amused; and
even grand-dad laughed to see the tall gentleman
holding the wounded doll in his hand, and looking the
picture of penitence and misery.



"What will you say to me now?" he asked again.
"Won't you feel angry with me now?"
"No," she laughed; "it is all Crusoe's fault for
sprawling about on the ground. And it doesn't
matter much whether he has one or two arms; he
never does any work, you know."
She took the doll from Mr. Dighton and put it
safely on the counter; but although she laughed and
smiled, I think in her heart of hearts she was really
sorry. But she was not going to let him see that;
for he had been kind to her, and she was grateful to
He stopped a few minutes longer arranging with
grand-dad that she should come to his house on the
morrow and see his little girl, and then he asked about
trade, and seemed sorry to hear that things were so
"But you must cheer up," he said kindly. "By the
way, about that book. Suppose you try and get
it for me. And I daresay I shall be asking you to
look out for several other books for me. I cannot
spare the time just at present, and shall be glad of
your help. And I'll pay you generously; be sure of
Grand-dad's face brightened up with hope and
"Thank you, sir," he murmured. "Do you know
you have come to us just when we wanted help. You
have given me back strength and hope. God bless


Then Mr. Dighton turned to Childie, pointed to
Robinson Crusoe mournfully, and said:
"And you really forgive me, little one, for having
squashed that poor doll's right arm?"
"Yes, indeed!" she answered eagerly.
"Ah," he said, as he was leaving the shop, "I expect
my little girl will scold me when she hears what
mischief I have been doing."
"Don't tell her," said Childie; "and I won't tell her
either. Let it be a secret between ourselves."
But he shook his head.
"It's of no use," he replied solemnly. "My little
girl guesses all my secrets. Good-bye, Rosebud. My
housekeeper shall come and fetch you to-morrow."
And he hailed a hansom cab and drove to his beautiful
home in Grosvenor Square, all the time thinking to
himself what a lucky chance it was that took him to
the second-hand, tumble-down old book-shop.
"That child is the very child to please my little
Violet," he said to himself. "She is quaint, and kind,
and gentle; and if ever there was a little lady, she is
one. Her clothes are poor and shabby, but they are
quite neat. And that white apron she wears is spot-
less. And what a little mother she seems to be to
that scholarly, worn-out old grandfather of hers. How
pleased she was to see him smile and look happy when
I spoke to him of work. Fancy me now hunting about
for a wretched old second-hand book and finding
instead a dear little Rosebud. Who would have
thought it?"



Childie meanwhile put her stool near grand-dad's
arm-chair behind the counter, pulled out her sewing,
and began to work diligently.
"Only think, grand-dad," she said, "I shall be able
to earn a little money for you before I am grown-up!
I always thought people had to wait until they were
grown-up before they could be of any use to those
they loved."
"Why, Childie," he said lovingly, as he lit his pipe
(for she had been out to get him a little tobacco for a
treat)-"why, C'hl!.i-, you have been of use to me
ever since you were born. You have loved me."
"Is that being useful?" she asked, opening her blue
eyes wide.
"Of course it is," answered her grandfather. "It
is everything."
In the course of the afternoon Childie ran over to
Mr. Jones's, just to tell him about the tall gentleman's
visit, and to have another look at the piping bullfinch.
"And so you're going to that grand gentleman's
house?" said Mr. Jones, who was mixing seed for the
birds. I don't suppose you'll want to come and see
the old bird-fancier when you've got them new swell
friends of yours?"
"What a horrid thing to say, Mr. Jones!" answered
Childie reproachfully; but seeing that there was a
smile on his face, she added:
"There, I knew you did not mean it! What a
tease you are, Mr. Jones! Do you know, my tall
gentleman is coming to see you one day when you


are not feeling cross. You will let him look at your
birds-won't you, Mr. Jones, as he is my friend?"
Delighted!" replied the gentleman of the red nose.
"Any time he likes to come I shall be ready to say a
civil word to him. So now you know. And what I
say I mean-don't I, littl'un?"
"Yes, Mr. Jones," she answered. "But you're spilling
a lot of that seed. Mayn't I help you? And oh, do
let me give Bully a hemp seed-just one, Mr. Jones!"
"You'll spoil that 'ere bird," said Mr. Jones, putting
a few hemp seeds into Childie's little hand. "Too
many hemp seeds is as bad for them birds as too
much beer or sweet stuff is bad for you and me."
"Look here, Rosebud," he said when she had finished
feeding the bullfinch, "what I say I mean, don't I?
And this is what I say: You always look a little dear;
but I want you to look quite spruce to-morrow, for
my own honour, you know, and for grand-dad's too.
I've found a few shillings tucked away in a seed-tin
-law, I was just surprised to find them yesterday!
And I said to myself I'm smashed if these shan't go to
buy something fine for my little Rosebud. Grand-dad
don't think of these things; he don't notice. But I
notice, bless your heart! I look to the fashings. And
I've seen a sweet tidy cape as you must have. Tut, tut
-not a word! I'll get old John next door to mind the
shop for a half hour; and you and I, we'll just go and
buy that sweet pretty thing. Grosvenor Square, in-
deed !-that's where you're going to! We'll teach Gros-
venor Square how to look! And what do you say to



a wee rosebud in your hat, littl'un-just to make it
spruce and gay?"
Childie clapped her hands with delight; for, like all
of us, she was fond of a little bit of finery.
"Only, Mr. Jones," she said, "you ought to spend
this money on yourself, for you sadly want a new
"A new hat!" he said, laughing. "Why, Rosebud,
what are you thinking about? That hat of mine
hanging on that peg ain't more than four year old
come September. When it's ten year old, then I
shall think it wants cleaning up or seeing to a bit.
Come along. Law, how that parrot do screech to-day!
Folks say the book-business makes one's eyes bad; but
deary me, the bird-business does try one's ears!"
They called next door, and asked old John to look
after the shop for a short time; and then Mr. Jones,
taking Childie's hand, plunged into the linen-draper's
a few yards down the street.
That's the article," he said, pointing to a little
black cape. "What do you think of that, Childie?"
"Oh, it's beautiful, Mr. Jones," she said admiringly.
"Only it is much too good for me."
"Tut, tut!" he replied.
And he bought it then and there, and made her put
it on at once that he might see how she looked in it.
SFust-rate!" he said, smiling proudly.
And then they bought a little pink rose-bud and a
pair of grey cotton gloves, and, armed with these
wonderful purchases, went back to the bird-shop.


"Don't you say anything to grand-dad," he said as
he stooped down and kissed her very gently; "but
just you put them fineries on to-morrow and see if he
notices. Tr'1i.- he won't notice. But there, there!
his eyesight is awful bad, you know. And we can't all
notice the same things, can we? Why, you know I
don't ever take any heed of them seedy-looking books
of yours."
Childie thanked him many times for his beautiful
presents, and went home to grand-dad to get his tea
ready. She found him in excellent spirits; for he had
had three customers, one after the other.
"It certainly does look as if things were taking a
turn, Childie," he said, smiling brightly at her. "And
it is all through Childie-I am sure of that."



L ITTLE Violet Dighton lay on the sofa in her
beautiful sitting-room, waiting for her father's
return home from his visit to the second-hand book-
seller's shop. She was fair-haired and fair-complex-
ioned; her face was thin and pain-weary, and she was
slight of form and figure. She wore a pretty blue-
coloured silk frock, with a yellow sash round it, and
some soft lace at the neck. Her hands were very



thin and delicate-looking. She had a little gold ring
with a pearl in it on the third finger of her right
hand. She had been doing some fancy crotchet-work;
but I suppose she was tired, for she had let it fall to
the ground, and a handsome Persian cat was making
sport with the ball. Perhaps that cat knew that
Violet could not jump up and run after him!
No, she could not jump up. In the morning she
was lifted very gently on to the sofa by the window,
and there she stayed all the day long. She was an
odd little lady; she could have had many companions,
for people wished to be kind and loving to her, but
she did not care about them all. She liked best to
have her father with her, and was quite happy for
the whole day if he had found time to spend an hour
with her. The whole house was beautiful, but her
room was full of wonderful treasures. The walls were
hung with pictures; and there were all kinds of books
and engravings on the table near her, and lovely vases
with fresh flowers in them, and plants here and there
and everywhere. At least she had much to look at
as she lay on her sofa, and Mr. Dighton seldom came
home without bringing her something to please her-
a sweet flower, or perhaps a little scented bag, or a
new puzzle-she was fond of puzzles and nearly always
made them out; and sometimes a new picture would
be brought in mysteriously, and he would pretend to
know nothing at all about it, when, to tell you the
truth, he had spent ever so long in choosing it.
He would have wished above all things to give her
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health, but he could not do that. It was sad to think
that she had everything she could possibly wish for
except health.
She was very anxious to see the little girl of whom
her father had spoken so much. She was quite fearful
lest the old grandfather should not allow Rosebud to
come and see her; and so you can imagine how pleased
she was when her father came home and told her that
he had arranged for Mrs. White, the housekeeper, to
go and fetch Rosebud at ten o'clock on the morrow.
"You always say that you are best pleased when I
bring you flowers, Violet," said Mr. Dighton as he put
a beautiful orchid into a little vase on the table by
the sofa; "and I am sure you will like to have the
little Rosebud-a little human flower.
"Now, what do you think I have been doing this
morning?-I have broken that child's doll. So I went
into a doll-shop, and I've bought this concern. And
you must give it to her to-morrow. Is it a nice one,
"A beauty!" she answered, looking at it admiringly.
" How pleased Rosebud will be! Only it has not got
a very nice hat on. I think I must make it a new
She set to work diligently, and turned out a won-
derful thing for the doll's head; and when Mrs. White,
the housekeeper, saw it, she declared solemnly that a
court milliner could not have done it better.
Mrs. White started about half-past nine the next
morning to go to old David Burnley's shop. Between



you and me, she did not quite like the notion of "this
chit of a child" coming to the house.
Master has such odd ideas," she said to herself as
she rolled along, for she was rather a stout personage.
" Miss Violet is going on very nicely by herself, and
doesn't want any strange body coming to worry her.
Deary me! what a narrow street to live in!"
I should tell you that years ago Mrs. White had
lived in a far narrower street than Childie's; but it
was so long ago that she had quite forgotten. People
do forget, you know!
She had quite determined to be very stern and pa-
tronizing and haughty to the "chit;" and she was almost
glad she had a cough, because a certain kind of cough
is very awe-inspiring; and she wished to impress Rose-
bud with a proper sense of her importance. She was
dressed in black, and wore a wonderful black bonnet,
with a terrifying violet tuft on the top. Her face
was broad and flabby, but not unkind-looking, and she
had a soft old heart beneath her heavy mantle.
She stopped before the second-hand book-shop and
looked in. There was no one there except a little girl,
dressed in a grey frock, a black hat, with a tiny pink
rosebud in it, and a neat little cross-over cape.
It was rather a warm morning, and Mrs. White
was somewhat out of breath. Childie saw this, and
fetched a chair, into which the old lady sank with
evident satisfaction.
"Thank you, deary," she said between her pants,
forgetting all about her resolution to be stern and


haughty and patronizing-in fact, one can't be very
haughty when one is out of breath, can one?
I suppose, now, you are little Rose Burnley, whom
I've come to fetch?" she asked.
"Yes, if you please," said Childie.
"Well, you've made yourself very neat and tidy,"
said Mrs. White, looking at her with approval.
h always neat and tidy," said a harsh voice.
Mrs. White turned her face to the shop door and
saw a red-nosed individual standing on the step.
"Is this your grandfather?" she asked rather tll
"No," answered Childie, going up to the red-nosed
individual and putting her hand in his. This is my
friend, Mr. Jones."
Pleased to make your acquaintance, ma'am," said
Mr. Jones, bowing most courteously and removing his
shabby hat from his bald head. So you are going
to march our little Rosebud off with you. Ah! well,
ma'am, I'm sure you'll take care of her. Good-bye,
Rosebud child. I just popped in to see how them 'ere
fineries sat on you, and law, they do look nice! I'm
just as proud as I am when any of my bonny birds
have got their new feathers on. Bless me, what a
little spruce thing it is to be :.-' -
And he went away grinning with pleasure.
Then Childie came nearer to Mrs. White and said
He is so kind to me-dear good Mr. Jones. Don't
you think, ma'am, that there are a great many kind
and good people in the -.- !. I.



"Perhaps there are," replied Mrs. White, leaving
off fanning herself with her handkerchief, and staring
curiously at the odd little girl, whose manner was full
of trust and confidence.
"Do you know," continued Childie, Mr. Jones is
only cross when he has toothache. Do you ever have
toothache, ma'am? I know a wonderful cure which
Mr. Jones uses."
"No, child, I'm not troubled with it," said Mrs.
White, who had a complete set of false" teeth-but
that's a secret between you and me!
"I'm glad of that," answered Childie smiling; "for
it is dreadful to think of people suffering pain. Please,
ma'am, does the little lady suffer much pain?"
Sometimes," said Mrs. White gently. Come, we
must go to her. I am rested now."
"You still look very hot and tired," said I 'lI.i,.: in
her own little motherly way. "Supposing I fan
And taking a newspaper from the counter Childie
steadily waved it to and fro, and hot Mrs. White
smiled and closed her eyes, enjoying the cool breeze,
and pleased with Rosebud's thoughtfulness.
"Why, I declare you're quite a little mother," she
said kindly, drawing the child near to her and kissing
her. "We must be great friends, mustn't we?"
"If you please, ma'am," answered Childie, "I
should like to be friends with you."
And so you shall," replied Mrs. White, rising from
her chair and :. .--, i the books.



"If you are really going, ma'am," said Childie, "I
must just call grand-dad to mind the shop. And I
am sure he would wish to say good-bye to us."
Mrs. White nodded pleasantly to her, and Rosebud
ran into the back-room and returned in a few minutes,
followed by grand-dad, who seemed rather nervous at
the prospect of addressing a strange lady. He kept
quite close to Childie, as though claiming her protec-
tion and care. She looked at him affectionately and
proudly, keeping her hand in his, and watching
anxiously to see whether Mrs. White was impressed
with his dear presence.
This is grand-dad," she said, smiling triumphantly.
A whole world of love and gentleness was contained
in those few words of hers.
And when he began to talk to Mrs. White, first
about the weather and then about Rosebud herself,
Childie in the pride of her heart thought he looked
quite the gentleman-every inch the gentleman, al-
though there was scarcely an inch of his coat which
was not shabby and shiny. Still, that did not matter;
he had gentle, courteous manners, which are more
becoming than fine clothes.
"Grand-dad," said Childie as they were starting,
"you'll take care of the shop and of your own dear
old self, won't you? And I shall be back to give you
your dinner, grand-dad. And do use both your eyes
when you read; and don't trouble to dust the books,
grand-dad dear, for I'll do all that this afternoon.
And say something kind to Jane Eyre and Robinson



Crusoe, for they'll be lonely without me. Good-bye,
"Good-bye, Childie," he answered. I think I shall
be lonely too; so Jane Eyre and Robinson Crusoe and
I will comfort each other."
When they had gone-and their departure was wit-
nessed by Mr. Jones, who stood at his door waving
his hat frantically-when they had gone, grand-dad
pulled out that red cotton handkerchief, and removed
from his face several curious little tears which were
having a race down his thin old cheeks.
"What should I do if she were to leave me alto-
gether?" he thought to himself. "I don't think I
should see any brightness in the sunshine, or any blue
in the heavens."
Perhaps you, too, will think him rather a silly old
man; but you must remember that Childie was all in
all to him, and that he had learnt to look upon her
as his friend and companion-yes, almost as his little
He found her dolls in a corner of the shop. He
lifted them up very tenderly, and examined Mr. Cru-
soe's squashed arm. He did not know much about
medicine, but he dressed the arm as well as he could;
and no doubt Crusoe would have thanked him if he
had had a tongue in his mouth.
"Childie says you are to spend the morning with
me," he said to them solemnly, just as if they were
real persons.
He put them both on her stool, which he placed



near his own arm-chair; and taking up a learned book
became deeply engrossed in it, stopping now and again
to have a pinch of that horrid snuff. But, sorrowful
to relate, he forgot all about Childie's injunction, and
he closed his right eye with the second finger of his
right hand and read with his left eye!
Meanwhile Rosebud and Mrs. White were creeping
slowly towards Grosvenor Square. Rosebud herself
could have been there and back six times over; but
Mrs. White was not able to get along very fast, for
she was heavy, and so was that mantle of hers, and
that wonderful bonnet with the violet tuft! But at
last they arrived, and Childie stood gazing in awe at
the great big solemn house.
"I suppose, ma'am," she said, "the tall gentleman
must have a very large family to have such a very
large house?"
Mrs. White laughed.
"Bless you, no!" she answered. He's only got
Miss Violet."
"If you please, ma'am," said Childie timidly, as they
rang at the bell and waited to be admitted; "if you
please, ma'am, I'm rather frightened. I've never been
to such a grand place before. Ours isn't so grand, is
"Not quite," replied Mrs. White smiling, and giving
the child an encouraging nod. But don't you be
frightened, for I'm going to be your friend, you know.
And let me tell you, deary, that it is something to
have Mrs. Rebecca White as a friend."



The footman opened the door. Mrs. White bade
Childie follow her, and took her up some stairs which
led to the first floor. The landing was covered with
beautiful rich velvet carpet. The whole place seemed
to Childie like fairy-land. There were huge vases with
bulrushes in them, and shining brass ornaments on
brackets, and curious spears and swords and costly
plates of many different colours and shapes fastened
on to the wall. Childie was quite bewildered at every-
thing; for she had only been accustomed to the sight
of shabby second-hand books all her little life.
"Here we are," said Mrs. White cheerily, pointing
to a door. That's Miss Violet's boudoir. You knock
and go in bravely by yourself. There'll be no one but
her. And she's quite looking forward to seeing you.
She don't want to see me."
Childie's heart beat very fast as she knocked timidly
at the door. A voice cried:
"Come in!"
Then Childie opened the door just wide enough for
her to slip through, and still holding on to the handle,
she made a little curtsy and said:
"If you please, miss, I've come."





VIOLET'S sofa was placed so that she could see any-
Sone coming into the room. Her face brightened
up at the sight of Childie's dear quaint little figure.
She held out her hand in kindly welcome.
"I am very pleased you have come, Rosebud," she
said, smiling brightly. Mrs. White has put a chair
for you by my side. You will sit down, won't you,
and take your hat and cape off?"
There was something so gentle and friendly in her
-manner that Childie lost all sense of nervousness.
"I am so glad to see you, miss," she said earnestly.
"Ever since the tall gentleman, your papa, spoke of
you, I've been thinking, oh! such a lot about you."
"That is very sweet of you," said Violet gently.
"Move your chair a little closer to me, will you?"
Childie drew it nearer to the sofa, and Violet took
her hand and kept it prisoner.
"I am feeling much better to-day," she said brightly.
"Do you know, the doctors promise that in time I
shall be quite strong-like you are. But it seems too
good to be true."
"Oh, but it will be true!" cried Childie eagerly.
"One must always go on hoping. That is what I say
to grand-dad when he is sad and anxious. It makes all
the difference in the world if one has hope, doesn't it?"



"I think it does," answered Violet. "I shall re-
member what you say. Papa tells me you have read
a great many books, and that you are very wise; so
you must teach me to be wise."
Childie laughed.
"I am sure I couldn't do that," she said, "because
I am not wise myself. Grand-dad's the one to know
a lot. He does know a lot. He is a walking library.
Oh! you would like him, I am sure. And then
there's Mr. Jones. He is not clever about books,
but there is no one in the world that knows more
about birds than he does. He has all the names
on the tip of his tongue. And he has the most won-
derful parrot, whom he has taught to say Things will
take a turn."'
"I should like to hear him say that," cried Violet.
"He says it about a thousand times every day,"
laughed Childie. Mr. Jones declares we can't hear
it too often. Mr. Jones has taught him other things
too; and I believe he is teaching him something quite
new, but I don't know what it is yet."
And then C(' ii I.- told Violet all about the birds in
Mr. Jones's shop, not forgetting the little piping bull-
finch. Now and again she stopped, but Violet always
"Do go on, Rosebud, if you're not tired; for don't
think I am tired of listening."
And then somehow or other they got on the subject
of dolls, and Childie gave her an account of Jane Eyre
and Robinson Crusoe, not mentioning, however, the



terrible accident which had deprived Mr. Crusoe of
the use of his right arm.
"Are both your dolls in good health?" asked Violet
"Oh! pretty good," answered Childie cheerfully,
"considering the sudden heat, you know. That seems
to try every one. The lady who came to fetch me this
morning was quite tired out."
"Rosebud," said Violet suddenly, "I know one of
your dolls is not in good health. I always find out
papa's secrets. Now, here is a doll I want you very
much to have. I made a hat for it last night."
She took from beneath the coverlet a most gor-
geously-dressed doll-individual.
"For me?" cried Childie aghast. In her wildest
dreams she had never imagined to herself such a doll
as this.
"Yes, for you," answered Violet, delighted to see
her surprise and enjoyment.
"May I kiss you?" asked Childie, her little face
flushed with excitement and gratitude.
It was not the doll she cared so much about as the
"Yes; please kiss me," said Violet.
And Childie bent over and kissed the little girl
gently, tenderly.
"I could love you so much if you would let me,"
she whispered.
"Do love me," answered Violet, whose face shone
with a bright smile.



And this was the sweet beginning of their friend-
What are you going to call that doll?" asked Vio-
let. "You always choose odd names for your dolls,
don't you?"
"I think I shall call her Queen Elizabeth," laughed
Childie, "or Marie Antoinette. Which do you prefer?"
One of them lost her head," said Violet. I'd
choose the name of the person who did not lose her
"That would be Queen Elizabeth, then," replied
Childie; "although I read in a book the other day
that she too lost her head. But grand-dad explained
to me that it only meant she became confused and
didn't know what she was doing. I was very puzzled
at the time, but I think I understand now. Grand-
dad says a great many kings and queens have lost
their heads-in both senses, you know."
Then they talked about books, and Childie was
quite distressed that some of Violet's beautiful books
did not wear brown-paper over-coats.
"Will you let me cover them?" she said with
motherly anxiety. "You don't know how clever I
am at covering books. But at home I cut out the
over-coats to hide the shabbiness of our books; here I
should make them to protect the beautiful binding."
"You shall cover one now," said Violet laughing.
"Here is the brown paper that Queen Elizabeth came
in, and here is a pair of scissors, and there is a book
that ought have a cover."



And thus the morning sped away; and Mrs. White
arrived with some tempting cake, and found the two
little girls in happy and eager conversation.
"You don't look very frightened now, child," she
said kindly.
No, ma'am," answered Rosebud with a bright,
frank smile; "I'm not at all frightened now. Only
I hope I have not tired the little lady."
"Indeed she has not!" cried Violet. "I've been so
happy, Mrs. White, and the time has passed only too
quickly. I don't often say that, do I, Mrs. White?"
she asked somewhat sadly.
"No, deary," answered Mrs. White. "But you're
going to begin to say it; that I'm sure of. Ah! here's
the master."
"I'm so glad you'll see papa before you go," said
Violet, turning to Childie, who was putting on her
hat and cape. Papa dear, Rosebud has made me
very happy."
Ah! I knew she would," said Mr. Dighton, sitting
down on Violet's sofa, and holding. out his hand to
Childie, who smiled with delight to see him, for he
was a sort of tall hero to her. Thank you, Rosebud,
for making my little girl happy. Now you are going
home to your grandfather, and you must remember to
tell him that we shall want him to spare you for a
short time every day, either in the morning or the
afternoon, whichever is best for you."
"Please, sir," answered Childie, "I should prefer to
come in the afternoon, because grand-dad likes to go



out in the morning. And," she added quaintly, "I
always feel a little anxious when he goes out in the
afternoon and does not come home until dusk; for he
is old now, and his eyesight is bad, and he can't get
over the crossings very quickly."
"Very well, little Rosebud," he said kindly; "you
shall come in the afternoons. Now, good-bye, little
junior partner. By the way, how is Mr. Crusoe? Is
his arm to be cut off?"
"The doctors cannot tell me yet," she laughed-for
she enjoyed a bit of a joke-"but I do not think Mr.
Crusoe will take any harm!"
"What a good thing it is," said Mr. Dighton
solemnly, "that you are going to earn a little money
every week, for you will be able to give Mr. Crusoe a
few luxuries now that he is ill."
"No," said Childie, laughing again. "I shall keep
the luxuries for Queen Elizabeth. The little lady has
given her to me, and I shall take every care of her.
Only I don't see that I deserve to have such a beautiful
present. I can't think what grand-dad and Mr. Jones
will say. They will be surprised."
"Oh, papa," cried Violet, "mayn't I have the piping
bullfinch from Mr. Jones's shop? I'd nearly forgotten
to ask you."
"Of course you shall, dear," he answered, glad to
please her in anything and everything. "Rosebud
shall bring it with her to-morrow afternoon; or, better
still, we'll send the footman to fetch it."
"Oh, thank you," said Childie, tears of delight



glistening in her eyes. "That is kind of you. And
I shall be so proud to tell Mr. Jones."
Her little hands were clasped together tightly; her
face beamed with happiness.
"He is so good to me," she said earnestly. "You
can't think how kind he is. And I know he will be
pleased to hear you are going to buy the bullfinch."
She said ...-..-1.,.- to her new friends; and one and
all were pleased to have seen her. Even the footman,
James, condescended to give her a smile. And this
was very extraordinary; for he generally frowned at
people, or glared at them, i.. .!'!-. if they were
inconsiderate enough to trouble him to answer-the
front bell, when he was enjoying his newspaper or his
Childie went on her way home, thinking firsu of the
little delicate lady, then of the tall gentleman, then of
Mrs. White, then of Queen Elizabeth, then of the
footman with the stiff neck, and last, not least, of
grand-dad and Mr. Jones. She had made many new
friends, and seen many beautiful things, but, oh! her
heart was faithful to the old friends and the old
familiar things she loved.
"The house may be very grand," she said to herself,
"but it's not like our book-shop. There may be very
beautiful ornaments about, but I don't care for them
as much as for our dear second-hand books. And
those stuffed birds under the glass case! Why, Mr.
Jones has real birds, and of course they are better
than stuffed ones!"



She could not resist running into Mr. Jones's shop
just to tell him the good news.
"Mr. Jones!" she cried. "I can't wait because
grand-dad will be wanting his dinner, but I've sold
your piping bullfinch for you, and the footman is
coming to fetch it to-morrow., Mr. Jones, I'm so
glad, aren't you?"
Mr. Jones made no answer, but catching hold of
both her hands, whirled her round and round, until
she called out to him to stop.



0O the junior partner of the second-hand book-shop
went backwards and forwards to the grand house
in Grosvenor Square. Every afternoon at two o'clock
she said good-bye to grand-dad, Queen Elizabeth, Jane
Eyre, Mr. Crusoe, and Mr. Jones, and hurried off to
"Ain't you just proud of yourself, Birdie?" said Mr.
Jones one afternoon, as she passed by his shop and
gave him her usual greeting. "Ain't you just proud
of helping grand-dad? There now, I should be! What
I like about you, Rosebud child, is that you don't alter
to your old friends. That's saying a good deal, you
know, in this 'ere queerish world."
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"You don't mean to say that people do forget their
old friends?" asked Childie, much shocked.
Mr. Jones nodded his head violently.
"I mean what I say," he remarked gravely. "But
there now, don't you take no heed of me. Time
enough to think about these things when you're old
and ugly like I am."
"You're not ugly, I'm sure!" laughed Childie. "Of
course there is one little bit of your face which is not
pretty, Mr. Jones. But I don't think I'd even have
that altered. You wouldn't be my Mr. Jones unless
you had a red nose."
"Ah," he answered, "I guessed it was my nose you
were finding fault with. You're always poking fun at
my nose."
"Indeed, Mr. Jones," she laughed, fondling his
rough old hand, "I'm very fond of your nose! Mr.
Jones, I want you to give a look-in to grand-dad this
afternoon, will you? I think he is rather lonely
sometimes; and of course I am obliged to go out every
afternoon. Business must be done regularly, mustn't
Mr. Jones smiled at the little business-woman
standing before him.
"Quite right, Childie," he answered. "Stick to your
work like a man."
"It is very pleasant business," she continued. "I
feel perfectly at home there now, and Miss Violet
seems to get stronger and brighter every day. She
says it is all through me; but I don't see how that


can be, for I'm not a doctor. I thought only doctors
could make people well."
"Ain't you a doctor?" asked Mr. Jones. "Well, I
don't know who is a doctor if you ain't one. Don't
you doctor up them sick books, and grand-dad, and
your humble servant, and your humble servant's torn
coats? Why, if I'm just feeling in the blues, don't I
come to you for physic, and you give it me. Ain't
kind words and bright smiles physic? Ain't they or
ain't they not, Birdie?"
"I'm sure I don't know," laughed Childie. "And
that reminds me, Mr. Jones, the bullfinch is not feeling
very well."
"Too many hemp seeds, Rosebud, too many hemp
seeds!" said Mr. Jones, trying to look very stern and
failing utterly. "Cut them off!"
"Do you think, Mr. Jones," asked Childie timidly,
"that you could find time to come and see the bird
yourself? Miss Violet would be so grateful to you,
and I should too."
Mr. Jones stroked his chin thoughtfully.
"It ain't much in my line," he answered, "to visit
them grand places; but I don't mind making an
exception in your favour, Rosebud. Only it's the
stout person as came to fetch you that I'm think-
ing of. She's awful proud and haughty. And
I'm frightened of her. That's the plain truth,
"I will take care of you, Mr. Jones," said Childie
smiling. "And you know she is really very nice.



It's wonderful how nice people are when you come to
know them."
"Are they now?" asked Mr. Jones doubtfully.
"Well, I daresay you're right, Rosebud. Anyway,
I'll come to have a look at the bullfinch. Name your
time, and see if I'm not ready. And now off you go
to your business. And keep your mind easy about
the grand-dad, for I'll pop in to see him."
Then Childie went on her way to Grosvenor Square,
and Mr. Jones retired into his shop, muttering to
himself these mysterious words:
"Won't that 'ere child be just took aback when she
hears the parrot saying her new lines?"
He then chuckled several times, for reasons best
known to himself, and turning up his shirt sleeves as
he always did when he was about to undertake a
tough piece of work, he sat on a stool and addressed
his favourite parrot thus:
"Now, old Donkey, I'm just going on with our bit
of schooling. And hark you, if you've forgotten them
new words, I'll crack your little skull for you, that I
will. Do you hear, old screecher?
"Things 'ave took a turn-'urrah! Things 'ave
took a turn-'urrah! Say that, Donkey."
With wonderful patience Mr. Jones repeated these
words a fearful number of times, until he was really
quite exhausted with the terrible exertion.
The parrot remained perfectly mute, but put her
head on one side and rolled her eyes in a very knowing
manner. She was taking it all in. But not one little


word did she vouchsafe; and Mr. Jones, having devoted
a long time to her education, left her to meditate on
the lesson, and ran over to the second-hand book-shop
to smoke a pipe with grand-dad.
Grand-dad, as usual, was reading a very learned
book, which he put aside when the bird-fancier
"I'm glad to see you, Mr. Jones," he said smiling,
and pointing to a chair.
"Thank you, sir, I'm sure," answered Mr. Jones.
He always called grand-dad "sir," for he had an
immense respect and admiration for the quiet, white-
haired, scholarly gentleman.
"I was feeling a wee bit lonely, sir," he continued,
as he lit his pipe and offered the match to grand-dad,
"and I thought as I'd just come over for a smoke and a
chat. The street seems queerish without the littl'un-
don't it, sir?"
"Yes, it does," answered grand-dad, his face
brightening up as he thought of Childie. "But I'm
glad she should have the change, Mr. Jones, for it
must be dull work along with me, you know."
"Well, she don't seem to find it so," said Mr. Jones
earnestly; "for law, how that child's tongue do rattle
on about you, sir! And Rosebud's never so happy as
when she is sitting by your side reading, or doing her
bit of stitching. Why, to speak plain, I'm sometimes
an inch or two jealous of you."
Grand-dad smiled and said gently:
"I am quite certain you need not be jealous, for



Childie loves you very dearly, Mr. Jones; and indeed
she ought to do so, since you are our kind faithful
friend. I do not say much about it, but you must
believe that I am grateful to you-will you not?"
He leaned forward and held out his hand, which
Mr. Jones grasped heartily.
"Thank you, sir," he said, rubbing his eyes across
his coat-sleeve-"thank you for them words. I'm just
as proud as a peacock to hear you call me a friend.
Bless me, how I've watched that littl'un growing up!
And every day I said to myself she's grown a bit
taller and a bit beautifuller. Ain't I just proud of
her now! There's no one in Grosvenor Square like
our Rosebud, sir. Grosvenor Square, indeed!"
"There's no one in the whole world like Childie,"
answered grand-dad lovingly. "I think she is one of
God's own gracious smiles."
At that moment a very learned-looking lady, with
a stern face and a pair of stern spectacles, came into
the shop and asked for a book, the very name of which
frightened Mr, Jones out of his seven senses. Nod-
ding kindly to Jane Eyre, Robinson Crusoe, and
Queen Elizabeth, who were, as usual, reposing on a
chair by grand-dad's side, Mr. Jones fled away, think-
ing to himself what a good thing it was that birds had
not such long names as books.
"I should be floored," he said, "for I'm nothing of
a scholard-nothing at all."
He crossed the road and made for his shop; and as
he neared it he heard some wonderful sounds which



caused his red nose to become redder than ever, and
his heart to beat violently with excitement!
The parrot, sly bird! had learnt her lesson and was
screeching at the top of her voice:
"Things 'ave took a turn! things 'ave took a turn
-'urrah! Say that, Donkey!"



CHILDIE had confided to Violet Mr. Jones's fear
of Mrs. White.
"Oh, we'll look after him, Rosebud," Violet had
answered encouragingly. "You tell him from me that
there is nothing at all to be afraid of, and that I am
sure Mrs. White will be very kind to him."
All the same, she took the precaution of getting
Mrs. White into a very good temper on the afternoon
when Mr. Jones was to accompany Rosebud to Gros-
venor Square. She took her medicine without a
minute's hesitation; and she was so bright and cheer-
ful that Mrs. White, who loved her little mistress
dearly, smiled with delight to think she was really
becoming stronger.
"You've changed wonderful these last few weeks,
deary," she said affectionately. "Why, there's a colour
on your face, and you look happier. You'll soon be



getting about and running faster than I can. It's all
along of that Rosebud. Bless her dear little heart!
Never shall I forget the day when I went to fetch
her, and she, seeing me looking tired and hot, took a
paper and fanned me so nicely. .-l- .. got a wonder-
ful way about her, Miss Violet. There's not a soul in
the house that doesn't love her. Even James smiles
pleasant when he sees her coming; and that's saying
a good deal, because he generally looks awful cross
and disagreeable."
"I am so glad you love Rosebud," said Violet
eagerly. "I can't tell you how I love her, dear Mrs.
White. I don't know what I should do if she could
not come to me every day. She has always such a
lot to tell me about her grandfather and about her
friend, Mr. Jones. I am quite anxious to see them
both. I am sorry not to have seen her grandfather
when he came the other morning to look at papa's
library. But he will come again soon, and then I
shall tell him how I love Rosebud."
"He is the real gentleman," answered Mrs. White.
" I know them when I see them. But, deary me,
Mr. Jones!-well, he's a different sort."
He must be very nice for Rosebud to love him,"
said Violet staunchly. "You've got the bullfinch
ready, haven't you, dear Mrs. White? for you remem-
ber that Mr. Jones is coming this afternoon. And
you'll find him a cup of tea, won't you? for I dare-
say he will be tired after his long walk."
She looked up pleadingly, for she was very anxious


to make everything pleasant and comfortable for
Rosebud's great friend.
Mrs. White understood the look.
"Bless your heart, deary!" she said affectionately,
"I'm going to be kind and civil to the bird-fancier for
your sake, and Rosebud's sake too. He shall have
tea enough for ten; so don't you worry your little
self. Here they come, Miss Violet: I can hear Rose-
bud's voice. I'll just go and meet them on the land-
ing and say something nice; and then when you want
me, deary, I'll come and serve the tea for you. You'd
like him to have his cup of tea along with you this
afternoon, wouldn't you?"
"Thank you, dear Mrs. White," she answered grate-
fully. "I should like that very much."
Mrs. White trundled off to give a kindly greeting
to Mr. Jones, who by the way quite forgot to take off
his hat when he saw her, and became very confused
and nervous, and held Rosebud's hand very tightly;
for he believed thoroughly in her protecting care.
"I am pleased to see you," said Mrs. White be-
"Same to you, ma'am," answered Mr. Jones in a
melancholy tone of voice.
"It is a warm afternoon, Mr. Jones, isn't it?" con-
tinued Mrs. White kindly.
Shockin' 'ot," he said, puffing rather violently,
and then taking out his handkerchief, and wiping his
"You will find Miss Violet in her room," said Mrs.



White, smiling in a most friendly manner. "She is
anxiously waiting for her friends; and I daresay
you'll be glad of a cup of tea soon, Mr. Jones?"
Right you are, ma'am," he answered, gaining con-
And when she had passed on her way downstairs,
Mr. Jones, stooping down, whispered to Childie:
"I say, littl'un, this polite business is harder work
than cleaning the whole blessed shop out. How did I
bear myself to that 'ere party?"
Very nicely indeed, dear Mr. Jones," she said.
"I'm sure I'm quite proud of you!"
"She don't look near so frightening without that
haughty black bonnet concern on her old head," he re-
marked, as he took his hat off and put it under his
"Didn't I tell you she was very ::.I answered
Childie. "Oh, but I do wonder what you'll think of
dear Miss Violet, Mr. Jones. If you don't love her
the very first minute you see her, I'll never speak to
you again."
She knocked at Violet's boudoir-door and went in,
leading Mr. Jones by the right hand.
"If you please, dear Miss Violet," she said, bringing
her companion up to Violet's sofa, this is my friend,
Mr. Jones."
The little lady on the sofa smiled her brightest, and
shook hands with Rosebud's great friend.
"I'm pleased to make your acquaintance," he said
cheerily, for he had quite recovered his composure



now. "I've heard a sight about you from the littl'un,
and I make bold to say I knows you quite familiar-
"And I am sure I know all about you, Mr. Jones,"
laughed Violet; "for Rosebud is always saying nice
things about you, and I am just longing to come and
see your shop. Rosebud has given me a lovely de-
scription of all your beautiful birds.' I know which
one I should choose to buy next."
"And which might that be?" asked Mr. Jones.
'Why, of course, the parrot," said Violet.
"Oh, the parrot, to be sure!" replied Mr. Jones, and
went into fits of laughter at some private joke of
his own. "Ah, she's a 'cute bird, that, although she's
only had a governess at home, and ain't been to no
grand school, and ain't learned out of no second-hand
books from that 'ere child's grand-dad's shop. But she
knows a thing or two, she do, and she don't forget."
Rosebud, seeing that the two were getting on well
together, went out of the room to fetch her work, and
then Mr. Jones nudged Violet and said confidingly:
"You'll have to come and hear that parrot speak
her new lines. When I heard her last evening I
thought I should have burst with joy, because I'd
taken a deal of trouble with schooling her. And all
she did was to roll her little eyes, and put her little
head on one side like this, you know, until I felt that
aggravated I could have wrung her obstinate neck.
But in the evening she said it pat off, plainer than
any human being-as nice as you or I might speak."



"And what was it she said?" asked Violet eagerly.
"Well, I'm not sure as I'll tell you," he answered;
then, seeing her look of disappointment, he added:
"Yes, I will, missy, only don't you go telling the
littl'un, because I want her to hear for her dear little
self." Then he told the story to Violet, and she clapped
her hands with delight, and of course longed to give
this piece of news to Childie.
"Won't Rosebud laugh!" she said, smiling at him.
"Won't she just!" he answered proudly. "You
know, last night I hoped that bird would speak up
when Rosebud came in to brush up my things, and
make them look a bit fresh for to come and see you
in. And she brought this blue neck-tie, and told me
as I was to wear it to-day. A pretty thing, ain't it?-
not the same style as your sash, but wonderful sweet
of its kind."
"Very pretty," said Violet, glancing at it.
"Oh, bless your heart! she has good taste, she has,"
he replied, stroking his red nose. "She's a clever little
party, is Childie. She's got more learning in her
finger-nail than you or me has got in our whole bodies.
But that's neither here nor there; what I looks to is
her goodness-and I ain't got fine words to speak
about that. But don't I just feel, missy, don't I just
feel-that's all."
"I am sure you do," answered Violet earnestly,
putting her little delicate hand on his arm, "and I do
too, Mr. Jones; for Rosebud is like a little mother to
me, and I love her more and more every day."



Mr. Jones listened 1i-, .- i.i: .i whilst she spoke of
Childie, nodding his bald head approvingly and smiling
very proudly. And then, when she had finished, and
he saw the tears of eagerness in her eyes, he took her
little hand and put it very gently and respectfully to
his lips.
"I'm just blessed if Rosebud or anyone else could
keep themselves from loving you, dear little missy,"
Jie said kindly. "And I'm proud to see you, I am.
And when you take to running about, and come to my
shop, won't I just give you a welcome-trust me!"
"Thank you," said Violet. "And oh, Mr. Jones,
what about the bullfinch? Rosebud and I have been
quite anxious about it-haven't we, Rosebud?" she
added, as Childie came into the room, carrying her
work-basket in one hand and some brown paper in
another; for she was going to cover a new book which
Mr. Dighton had brought home for Violet the previous
"Yes, indeed, we've been quite anxious," said
Childie. "But Mr. Jones laughs at our fears, and
declares we've given the bird too many hemp seeds.
But he always says that just to tease me, I believe."
"None of your poking fun at me," said Mr. Jones,
shaking his fist at her. "You don't know nothing
about birds, you don't. That's my line of business.
You go on with your stitching or what not, whilst I
have a peep at the bullfinch. Ah!" le exclaimed, as
he looked at the bird, "what a beauty it is! Did you
ever see the like of the breast, and the wee bright



black eyes, and the sly little head? The finest bull-
finch in the whole world! And can't he just sing as
loud as any trumpet? He's all right enough, except
for them hemp seeds. They make him feel heavy-
like. Cut them off! I'm proud, missy, that I sold
you this 'ere bird, for I declare he's a downright credit
to you and to me too."
"I am very glad to have him," said Violet smiling.
"He is quite a companion in the mornings. And, do
you know, he always sings directly Rosebud comes
into the room."
"Of course he does," answered Mr. Jones. "He
thinks she's the sunshine, he do. He's a knowing
bird. But not like the parrot, bless me-not like the
Childie was busy cutting out a brown paper over-
coat for the new book, and did not see Mr. Jones and
Violet smiling mysteriously at each other.
She was very happy that they had made friends
together; for of course it was a responsibility for her
to introduce her friend to strange people, who did not
know his funny ways and his kind heart. And it
would have been very disappointing to her if Violet
had not taken kindly to him.
As for him, he was really in capital spirits, and
seemed quite at ease in the grand room.
"Nice, tidy, pretty room this is, to be sure!" he
remarked, "and what remarkable fine pictures. They
remind me rather of some my old grandmother had
as belonged to her mother-sweet, pretty things!



And so you lie here all the day long and look at them,
"Yes; but I'm going to walk soon, am I not? Rose-
bud dear," said Violet, turning lovingly to her little
"Yes, indeed you are, dear Miss Violet," she
answered. "That will be a happy day, won't it?"
At least that was a happy afternoon. Mrs. White
joined the company, and was graciousness itself to
Mr. Jones, although in her heart of hearts she con-
sidered he was rather a queer sort of person-certainly
not the usual kind of visitor at No. 12, Grosvenor
Square. And then he looked rather odd too: his
coat-black broadcloth-was certainly well brushed,
but it was very shiny and greasy, and somewhat tight
for him-lhe was not a slim individual! His boots-
which he had taken a tremendous long time to
polish-were not particularly elegant, and there was
no denying that his nose was very red and his head
very bald. But in spite of nose, and head, and boots,
and coat, Mrs. White was inclined to like him. When
James the footman brought the tea-tray in, holding
his nose rather high, because he felt rather aggrieved
at having to wait upon this kind of visitor, Mrs. White
ordered him about very sternly, and his nose soon
came down with a leap, for it was not wise to displease
or annoy Mrs. White.
Mr. Jones had partaken of the bulk of the tea-cake
and a portion of Swiss roll, which he called "a wonder-
ful relish," and several cups of tea, which he said were



"prime," and half a dozen or so thin slices of bread
and butter, which he declared were "juicy little
mouthfuls," and was resting from his exertions, when
the door opened and Mr. Dighton came in.
"Ah, I'm disturbing a tea-party," he said smiling
kindly. "Well, Rosebud, and is this your friend, Mr.
Jones? I am pleased to see you, Mr. Jones. Can
you speak with me a minute?"
Mr. Jones followed Mr. Dighton out of the room,
wondering what on earth the gentleman could have to
say to him.
"At your service, sir," he said, as they stood to-
gether on the landing.
"Well, it is just this, Mr. Jones," said Mr. Dighton
quietly. "I have been calling at Mr. Burnley's shop
to make some proposals to him about my library,
which sadly wants putting in order; and to my grief
I found he was ill. He had fainted away in his chair.
I called in help and we brought him to, and when he
opened his eyes he murmured: 'Childie-where is
Childie?' So I left him in charge of a neighbour,
and hurried on here. Now, shall I tell Rosebud, or
will you? I fear the old man is going to be very ill.
He looks as pale as death."
"I'll tell her," said Mr. Jones. "Rosebud is as
brave as a lion-she'll keep quiet, you see."
He went straight back to the room, and himself
tried hard to keep calm.
"Littl'un," he said very tenderly, "grand-dad's
not feeling particularly well, and wants you to come



home to him; just to look after him, you know,
Her face turned pale, her lips quivered slightly;
her loving heart was full of sadness to think that
grand-dad was ill and she was not by his side. She
gathered together her things, hastily kissed Violet
and Mrs. White, smiled sadly at Mr. Dighton, who
stood in the doorway and whispered:
"Good little Rosebud-keep up a brave heart."
And clinging close to Mr. Jones she passed silently
down the endless stairs, through the long passage, and
out into the street.
"Grand-dad is ill and I am not by his side," was all
she said; but there was a whole world of sorrow in
those few words.
"The way seems twelve times longer than usual,"
she sighed, when they had nearly arrived at the book-
"Courage, Childie," said Mr. Jones cheerily; "just
a few yards more, and you'll be with grand-dad."
And in two or three minutes Childie was kneeling
by grand-dad's side, kissing his dear hands and his
dear face.
"Grand-dad, darling," she whispered, "Childie has
come, and will never leave you again."







SRAND-DAD was very ill. Mr. Dighton's own
doctor came to see him, and looked grave and
anxious. He had taken a bad chill, and he had to
fight against old age.
"Who is going to nurse him?" asked the doctor of
"If you please, sir," answered Childie, "I am going
to nurse him. But if you don't think I know enough,
sir, I shall be quite content so long as I'm in the room
all the time, just to be near him if he wants me. But
I'll take such care of him, and Mr. Jones will help
"I am sure you will take care of him," said the
doctor kindly. "Well, we shall see to-morrow whether
you can manage alone."
It was a sadly anxious time for Childie; but if one's
faithful friends' kindness can be any consolation in the
hour of trouble, then indeed Childie must have had
great consolation. For Mrs. White arrived, bringing
loving messages from Violet and some few delicacies
for grand-dad; and, dear old soul that she was, she
wouldn't hear of going home that night, but kept
watch with Childie in grand-dad's room, and looked
after Childie and made her take food and tea, and
spoke kind cheering words to her.



"Don't you fear, deary, that I'm going to forget
you now you want help," she said to Rosebud. "And
do you think, deary, as how I could get a wink of
sleep if you were sitting up alone with your poor, dear
grandfather? No, here's my place, and here I'm going
to be; and if master had refused me, I'd have come all
the same. But, deary me, he was only too glad, bless
his kind heart."
The next morning, as Mrs. White was leaving the
book-shop just to go and see after Violet, Mr. Jones,
laden with a large bunch of pinks and cornflowers,
which he had brought all the --.- f .: .- Covent Garden,
stopped her and begged her to take them to Childie.
"I've never been sick myself," he said, "but I've
heard as sick folk like a whole sight of flowers in their
rooms; and so I thought as I'd just buy these 'ere
bunches to make the place look cheerful. Begging
your pardon for troubling you, ma'am, but I should
feel very grateful if you'd pop them into Childie's
little hands. I don't like to run up myself, for fear
of creaking with these heavy boots of mine."
Do you know, you are very kind, Mr. Jones?" said
Mrs. White, taking the flowers from him. "I think
you are a most kind person."
"Why now, ma'am," he answered, "I do believe
you're making fun of me, like Rosebud do sometimes.
Poor little dear thing! Ain't she got a brave heart,
ma'am? How I think of her in her trouble! And
there's very little work I can do now. Last night a
customer came in and wanted a linnet. He could



have had the whole lot for all I cared-cages and seed
and all, and I'd never have asked him for no money
in return. But there now, ma'am, begging your par-
don for keeping you standing, I'm sure."
In the afternoon when Mrs. White returned, she
found him in the shop, dusting the books in a melan-
choly kind of manner.
I thought as I must do something," he said sadly.
"Men is no good in a sick-room; and I just knew
Childie would be pleased if I gave a dust to the grand-
dad's books. He and she think a deal of them, they
do. And Childie's mighty particular about them."
Mrs. White was touched at his forlorn condition.
"Look you," she said kindly, "I'll come down and
finish dusting the books, and you shall go up and sit
quietly for an hour with Rosebud, and she'll tell you
how pleased she was with the beautiful flowers."
And she was true to her word, for she came down
in about a quarter of an hour; and Mr. Jones, slip-
ping off his boots, crept upstairs, taking with him
Jane Eyre, Robinson Crusoe, and Queen Elizabeth,
whom he had found neglected and forgotten in a cor-
ner of the shop.
"They're only dolls," he said to himself; "but they're
part of the family household, and maybe they'll glad-
den the littl'un."
But he gladdened her still more, sitting quietly by
her side holding her hand.
"Ain't you going to be a clever little doctor?" he
whispered as he watched her give grand-dad some



medicine. "Ain't you going to cure grand-dad quickly?
Why, to be sure, you're cleverer than twenty of them
old stupids as drives about in their fine carriages, and
calls at the houses, and looks awful solemn and haughty.
Our Rosebud is the doctor for us."
But she shook her head and whispered in return:
"Mr. Jones dear, they say he is very ill; and of
course he's old too, and hasn't the strength that I have.
I wish I could give him mine."
She ain't got much to give," thought Mr. Jones
as he looked at Rosebud's sad anxious little face.
And so the weary days passed away, and sometimes
grand-dad was better and sometimes worse. Mrs.
White came every day, and kind Mr. Dighton was
always calling in, bringing letters and messages from
Violet; and even James, the footman with the stiff
neck, came one evening quite on his own account to
inquire after Rosebud's grand-dad.
"Did you ever hear the like?" said Mrs. White
when she heard of James's visit. "I'd have sooner
thought of one of Madame Tussaud's figures leaving
the wax-work room and coming here to pay a friendly
There was one little lady who was longing to come
and see Childie, and put her arms round her and kiss
her. She had not been very well for the last few
days, for she was but a fragile, delicate little flower;
and she was full of grief for Rosebud's sake, and felt
herself quite lost without her little mother's affection-
ate companionship.



One morning she said to Mr. Dighton:
"Papa dear, will you take me to see Rosebud to-
It was the first time she had ever proposed to go
out. The doctors had told Mr. Dighton repeatedly
that if she could once make the effort she would be-
come all the stronger, and that she would soon learn
to have confidence in her strength, and that confi-
dence would bring more strength.
Mr. Dighton was overjoyed at her request.
That is my brave little girl!" he said, fondling her
fair hair. Of course I will take you to see Rosebud.
We will go quite by ourselves, and we won't even tell
Mrs. White our secret, so that she will be just as sur-
prised as Rosebud. Hurrah! little Violet, you will
see Rosebud again, and her quaint old home, and Mr.
Jones perhaps; and, who knows, we may be able to
pay a visit to his shop. But what you will like best
of all, Violet, is that you will cheer Rosebud, and bid
her take hope and comfort for her poor old grand-
"Yes, indeed, I will," she answered earnestly. "She
has been so much to me, papa dear, and I want to be
something to her."
When Mrs. White was safely out of the house Mr.
Dighton ordered James to get Violet's bath-chair in
readiness-he had bought it ever so long ago in the
hopes that she would be persuaded to use it.
"We shall not want you, James," said Mr. Dighton,
"because I myself am going to wheel it."



James stared, and thought the world was com-
ing to an end; but he did not dare to ask any ques-
Then Violet was dressed, and Mr. Dighton carried
her tenderly downstairs, looking very happy; for he
loved his little girl with all the love of his kind heart,
and it seemed to him that the future was going to be
very bright for her and for him. There was nothing
to cloud his happiness, except, indeed, grand-dad's ill-
ness; and he had wonderful schemes in his mind for
Rosebud and her grandfather when he should have
recovered his health and strength.
He chatted cheerily to Violet as he wheeled her
"Tell me if I bump you too much," he said.
"You don't bump me at all," she said, smiling hap-
pily. "And what a lovely morning it is, papa dear!
Doesn't it seem sad that anyone should be ill on such
a beautiful warm day?"
She was not at all nervous or anxious, although this
was the first time she had been out in her chair. Her
one thought was to get to Rosebud.
At last they turned down the narrow street and
stopped in front of a poor, tumble-down old second-
hand book-shop.
Here we are said Mr. Dighton. This is Rose-
bud's home. Now, little lady, shall I carry you in, or
are you going to step out for yourself?"
I am going to step out for myself," she said, trem-
bling with eagerness.



And with the help of his strong hand she walked
into the book-shop.
But she had been observed by a certain red-nosed
person on the other side of the road. He flew across
and arrived just in time to get grand-dad's arm-chair
ready for her.
"Law, now!" he said excitedly, "this is just pretty
of you, it is! Who'd have thought as how the little
lady would have come here so soon. God bless her
little heart!"
Without any ceremony at all he snatched a cushion
from Mr. Dighton and arranged it nicely for Violet,
and, seizing the biggest book he could find, placed her
little feet upon it, all the time murmuring:
"This' is just pretty of you, it is. Ain't I just
pleased too, that's all!"
He then remembered the existence of Mr. Dighton,
who had stood watching his kind, thoughtful attentions.
"Begging your pardon, sir," he said politely, "but
I was so excited to see the little lady that I'm blessed
if I didn't forget yourself. Please be seated, sir; and
make yourself at home, I'm sure, while I go and tell
Rosebud as some folks is wanting to see her. She is
a bit easier to-day, sir; for the grand-dad's had a good
"I am glad of that," said Mr. Dighton.
"Mind you don't tell her who has come, dear Mr.
Jones," said Violet.
"Bless you, no!" he answered; "she'll soon find out,
she will."



Childie did indeed wonder who her visitors could
be. She left grand-dad in Mrs. White's charge, and
followed Mr. Jones down to the shop. He darted
away, thinking that the two little friends would like
to be alone; and Mr. Dighton had had the same
thought too, for he strolled up the street, smoking a
Childie gave one little cry of surprise and delight
when she saw Violet's eager face and heard her voice
"Rosebud! darling Rosebud!"
She knelt down by her side, and whispered:
"Miss Violet dear, it's you," and burst into tears,
resting her pale, anxious little face on Violet's lap.
It was all too much for her. But she felt Violet's
loving kiss on her forehead, and she smiled through
her tears.
"It's you who are the little mother now," she said;
"I'm only a silly baby. But, oh, dear Miss Violet!
I am happy you've come."
"Do you remember, Rosebud," asked Violet, "how
you said that it would be a happy day when I came
to see you?"
"And so it is," said Childie, her face brightening;
"for grand-dad's ever so much better."
And whilst they were talking there was a heavy
tread heard on the stairs, and good old Mrs. White
came into the shop.
Grand-dad is sleeping sound," she said cheerily.
"Deary me, Childie, I forgot you'd a visitor."



Don't go away," said Childie, coming from behind
the counter. My visitor would like to speak to you.
I've been telling her how kind and good you've been to
grand-dad and me."
Mrs. White no sooner saw who the visitor was than
she put her ample arms round Violet, and called her
by a string of endearing names.
My pretty little lamb, didn't I say you'd be running
faster than me one of these fine days?" she exclaimed.,
"My heart's-ease, my sweetheart, my little pet chicken!
Deary me, to think of you coming after Rosebud and
"Everything has taken a turn, hasn't it?" said
Childie, smiling at Violet. "You have, and darling
grand-dad has-there's no doubt about that."
"That's what the parrot says now!" cried Violet
excitedly; and then she stopped suddenly, for Mr.
Jones and Mr. Dighton stepped into the shop.
"There, you've been and told," said Mr. Jones,
shaking his fist at her. Oh, you naughty little lady!
But you'll all come and hear for.yourselves what that
parrot says now. Childie, I learnt that bird to say
'Things 'ave took a turn,' just as a surprise for you;
and you was to have heard it the very day grand-
dad fell ill. And all the time you and Mrs. White
have been nursing grand-dad, that 'ere parrot has
been calling this out; and I scolded awful at her, and
couldn't bear to listen to her saying words which
weren't true. And every time she called it, I cried
'Stop that, do you hear!' But she called it all the



same; and then I threw a damp cloth over her head,
and that didn't stop her prating! But now I love to
hear them words; for they're all true to-day, ain't
"Yes, they're all true," said Childie smiling hap-
pily. And all her kind friends-red-nosed Mr. Jones,
and dear fat Mrs. White, and fragile little Violet, and
tall Mr. Dighton, were glad to see her smile again;
for she had not smiled a great deal lately.



EVERY afternoon at two o'clock-the hour when
Rosebud used to start for Grosvenor Square-
Violet, proud and happy in her newly-found strength,
left her home for the second-hand book-shop. Some-
times Mr. Dighton wheeled her, and sometimes James.
James, who had very high and mighty ideas, thought
the family had all gone mad, and that he was going
mad too; for he took a wonderful interest in little
Rosebud's home, and once, when he was waiting in
the shop, he turned over the books, and seeing one
which he thought looked interesting-it was about
horse-racing-he bought it then and there, and paid
the money to Mr. Jones, who divided his time between
birds and books, and had a great deal of exercise in



running from one side of the road to the other. But
he did not mind that. He would have liked to sell
as many books for grand-dad as he sold canaries for
I'm selling canaries by the bushel, and linnets by
the gallon," he confided to Violet. "See if I don't
take one of them swell houses in Grosvenor Square
before this 'ere year is gone!"
"I wish you would," said Violet smiling at him.
Wait a bit," he answered gravely; don't you be
in a hurry. You ain't been in a hurry to step across
the road and see my place."
"Why, Mr. Jones," she replied, "you know quite
well I am waiting until Rosebud feels she can leave her
"Bless your heart, I know that," he answered.
"You mustn't come without Rosebud. Why, she made
us acquainted, and we shouldn't be happy without
her dear little self. Bless me, the many hours that
'ere child has passed with them birds in my shop. She
was always for getting the seed out and feeding them.
Childie ruined me in seed-specially hemp seed; and
I couldn't refuse her. Who could, I wonder? 'No
seed to-day, Childie,' I'd say to her, handing her a
bagful, against my will. Oh, she's a wonderful way
about her, she has!"
That same afternoon Violet had a customer all to
herself. She was sitting as usual in grand-dad's arm-
chair, waiting for Childie to come down and have a
cup of tea and a piece of cake, when a gentleman



stepped into the shop, took a book from a certain box
marked "All one shilling," and tossed the shilling on
to the counter, and hurried away reading. It was
only a shilling, but Violet was so proud of it that she
could have eaten it!
"Who would have thought that I should sit here
and sell a book for Rosebud's grandfather?" she re-
marked to Mr. Jones.
"Well, it is a new sort of life to you," he answered
as he chinked the shilling on the counter; and jolly
nicer, too, than being shut up in that 'ere fine room
of yours."
"Jolly nicer," laughed Violet, who was becoming
quite merry.
And as for grand-dad himself, every morning saw
him better. The doctor told Childie that he had had
a very severe attack, and that at one time he did not
think her grandfather would recover.
But you never lost heart, my little dear," he said
"No, sir," she answered simply, looking up at him
and smiling gravely. When one loves, sir, it is only
natural to hope, isn't it? And then you know, sir,
when grand-dad has been sad and anxious about trade,
I've always told him he must never lose hope; and
one must practise what one preaches, mustn't one?"
"That is true enough, little girl," he replied. "At
least you've done so. Well, I'm not going to tell you
to take extra care of the grandfather, now that he
is out of danger, for you are always thinking of his



comfort, and I can trust you thoroughly. You are a
famous little nurse."
"Thank you, sir," she answered, grateful for his
kind words. Indeed, her heart was full of gratitude.
She sat by grand-dad's side, holding his dear hand,.
talking to him in her own gentle, motherly way,
sometimes stitching a little, sometimes putting down
her work and watching his dear face as he lay asleep,
and wondering what she should have felt like if there
had been no hope for his recovery. Every one of his
white hairs was precious to her.
"He needed my care before he was ill," she said to
herself, "but now he'll need it doubly; and, oh, won't
I love him and look after him!"
Dear little heart, she had always done that. Some-
times she would look up from her work, and see his
eyes fixed upon her.
You are indeed one of God's own gracious smiles,
Childie," he said once. "I am always wondering
about you, and always grateful for you."
And one afternoon he asked where her dolls were.
"I miss Jane Eyre, and Robinson Crusoe, and Queen
Elizabeth," he said smiling. Theywere always sprawl-
ing about somewhere. I liked to have them near me,
because you were fond of them, Childie."
She took them out of a drawer, and put them tidy,
and gave them a private scolding for looking so sulky
and disagreeable. But that was scarcely reasonable of
her; for no one would particularly enjoy being shut
up in a drawer for nearly a fortnight!



"I haven't had any thoughts to spare for you," she
said to Queen Elizabeth; for she felt that she owed some
sort of explanation to royalty. Grand-dad has been
ill, and when those we love are ill, we can't be
bothered to think about inferior people."
This was scarcely an explanation to give to a
queen. It was really a lucky thing for Childie's neck
that Queen Elizabeth was only a stupid powerless
One day grand-dad asked Childie about the shop.
"Any'more books gone, dear?" he inquired.
"Several," she answered cheerily. "Trade is very
good just now. Some one came yesterday and bought
the fat Greek dictionary. I was very sorry to part
with it. It is such an old friend, you know. The
same gentleman wanted to buy the learned book you
were reading before you were taken ill. It had your
spectacles in it, grand-dad. I couldn't let it go; and
your snuff-box was lying just by it on the counter.
The gentleman seemed rather cross, and said I was
a silly little girl."
"A very dear little girl," murmured grand-dad,
smiling at her in his old proud way. He said to him-
self that it was indeed worth while getting well for
the sake of being loved as Childie loved him.
One morning he watched her covering an old worn-
out book. "Poor battered old thing," he said sympa-
thetically. "Ah, Childie, what a glorious library
that is of Mr. Dighton's I am always thinking about
it. Do you know, Childie, I've dreamt ever so many



times that it belonged to me. Wasn't that a golden
Yes, grand-dad," she answered brightly, happy to
see that he was so much better. But I wish, dear,
that it was not only a dream. I wish that I had bags
of money, and could buy a beautiful library like
Mr. Dighton's, and give it to you. Shouldn't I be
proud of myself then? I would buy every book you
loved, grand-dad; and I think I know the names of a
great many of your favourite books, don't I?"
He smiled.
"Yes, Childie," he replied, "you know all about
me. Why, sometimes you can tell me the number of
the page where I left off, can't you?"
"Of course," she answered, "it is easy enough to
learn that; and it saves you the trouble of turning
over a great many pages, doesn't it? And I'm bound
to put a mark in, or remember in some way or other,
when I take out your spectacles and scold you for
having left them in to be squashed-like poor Crusoe's
arm, you know!"
He laughed quite merrily at the very thought of
Childie scolding him. There was no doubt that grand-
dad was now fairly on the road to recovery.
The next day he was so very much better that
Childie was able to leave him, and make the long
promised visit to Mr. Jones's shop, together with
Mr. Jones, who was in a high state of excitement,
wanted to carry everybody across the road; but Violet



said she would walk with Rosebud, and the two little
friends took their first stroll together, each one's arm
round the other one's waist.
"You're not frightened, dear Miss Violet?" asked
the little mother.
"Of course I'm not frightened with you, Rosebud
dear," answered Violet.
Mr. Jones stood at his shop door to receive his little
"Ain't I just proud to see you, that's all!" he said,
rubbing his hands. Haven't I just been busy clean-
ing out the place nice for you? Bless your hearts, it's
as spruce as any drawing-room; and sprucer too, that
it is! That's your chair, missy dear. Sit you down.
And here's littl'un's special stool. And make your-
self at home, missy dear; for I'm blessed if I ain't
particular glad to see you sitting so cosy and friendly.
And that 'ere bird's the bird as we've spoken of. Only
don't you just think she'll screech now that we want
her to? Law, no! Have you ever seen one of them
poodles perform when people wishes them to perform?
Bless you, no. They go dead sulky, they do, and won't
even look cheerful."
Violet was delighted with the birds. She fell in
love with a Virginian nightingale, and said she in-
tended to buy it if Mr. Jones would part with
"All right, missy, one of these days,"he said cheerily.
"We aren't selling or buying to-day. This ain't busi-
ness, this is pleasure-jolly pleasure!"
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Then Childie went to a certain cupboard, and took
out a certain bag, and said to Mr. Jones:
"If you please, dear Mr. Jones, may the birds have
some hemp seed?"
Mr. Jones turned to Violet and laughed.
"There now, didn't I tell you as how that little
child would be after the hemp seeds? Oh, she'll be the
ruin of me! Who'd give me hemp seeds if I was
starving, I should like to know?"
"I would," cried Violet.
"And I would," cried Childie.
"'Urrah!" said Mr. Jones, "I shan't come off badly
At that moment the parrot became rather excited.
She had heard a word she recognized-the word 'urrah
-and without any hesitation she shrieked out at the
top of her voice:
"Things 'ave took a turn-'urrah! things 'ave took
a turn-'urrah! Say that, Donkey. Stop that, d'you



SO grand-dad recovered from his illness, and came
down into the old shop one afternoon, leaning on
Childie's arm.
"Aren't you glad to see the dear books again?"



Childie asked, as she made him comfortable in his
arm-chair, and took her accustomed place by his side.
"And isn't it like old times, grand-dad, for you and
me and Jane Eyre and Mr. Crusoe and Queen Elizabeth
to be sitting here and waiting for customers to come
in. And grand-dad, darling, here is a new snuff-box
for you, with beautiful fresh snuff in it. Violet has
bought it for you. And see, grand-dad, I've made a
new velvet skull-cap for your dear old head. Dear
me! how pretty your white hair looks beneath it. I
think you are just like a picture, grand-dad; and Mrs.
White thinks so too."
She had put the cap on his head, and was staring
at him admiringly when Violet arrived, and was intro-
duced to grand-dad, whom she had never seen before;
and she made Rosebud feel very proud and happy by
"Oh, Rosebud darling, what a sweet old gentle-
Childie hugged her with delight, and said bliss-
"Isn't he just lovely? Isn't he just beautiful?"
And then Violet had some wonderful news to give
Rosebud about the country.
"Papa says you and your dear .l i.rl :r are to
come with us to our country-home next week. He is
going to tell you all about it himself. Oh, you don't
know how lovely it is, Rosebud. I haven't seen much
of it, because I have not been able to walk about; but
I love to lie on the sofa under the trees, and listen to



the birds singing, and the dear cuckoo. You've never
heard the cuckoo, have you?"
"No," answered Childie, her face aglow with ex-
citement at the prospect of going to the country.
"I've only heard a cuckoo-clock. Is that anything
Something," said Violet smiling; "but not like the
real thing, you know. And then, Rosebud, the trees
are so green, and the clouds are such a lovely shape,
and the cows look so pretty in the fields. Oh, we shall
be happy all together!"
"And won't the colour just come into grand-dad's
cheeks!" cried Childie, laughing with glee. "Grand-
dad, darling, do you hear what we are saying? Won't
you just be happy reading under the trees with your
poor left eye!"
"Won't the colour just come back into Childie's
cheeks," answered grand-dad, smiling at her; "pale,
thin little cheeks-pale and thin because of a stupid
old o -,,,1 i ....- "
"And Mr. Jones is to come and spend his holiday
with us," continued Violet breathlessly; "and of course
Jane Eyre and Mr. Crusoe and Queen Elizabeth."
"Of course," said Childie gravely; "one couldn't go
without them, you know And have you told dear
Mr. Jones yet?"
"No," answered Violet; "but papa will tell him."
"I think I must," said Childie eagerly. "How he
will like to hear the birds singing in the trees! And
how he'll love to hear the cuckoo!"



Who'll love to hear the cuckoo?" asked Mr. Jones,
popping in suddenly.
"You will," cried Childie.
"That 'ere child's mad," said Mr. Jones, staring at
her. Then seeing grand-dad, he exclaimed:
"HILurrah, sir, a million welcomes to you! Bless
me, how we've missed you down here. Them books
has been quite forlorn, and we've been forlorner."
After he had chatted a little to grand-dad, he turned
to Childie and said coaxingly:
"What about that 'ere cuckoo you were naming as
I came?"
I'm not going to tell you," said Childie, trying to be
very haughty; but the next minute she had caught hold
of his hand, and was telling him the wonderful news.
Look here," he said, are you poking fun at me,
or is this real true?"
"It is real true!" cried the little girls delightedly,
and even grand-dad joined in too.
Well, then, I cam took aback," he said, pulling out
his handkerchief, and blowing his nose rather violently;
"that's all. To think of me having a holiday-not
one of them bank holidays, when it always rains cats
and dogs, but a proper fine holiday with Childie, and
Childie's grand-dad and little missy here. Yes, I'm
took aback, I am. Why, I've not been to the country
since I was a little innocent-like boy, as climbed the
neighbours' trees and stole the fruit; and my heart,
didn't it taste fine! I used to hear the cuckoo then,
but it's a sight of years ago."



He blew his nose again still more violently.
"You've got a cold, dear Mr. Jones," said Childie
"No, littl'un," he answered gently, "I've not got
no cold; but I've got a bit of a lump in my heart with
thinking about my old home in the country. And there's
nothing like that, Childie, to make one just a bit sad.
Begging your pardon, I think I'll just go and clean up
my shop."
Childie followed him to the door, and then put up
her face to be kissed.
Dear Mr. Jones," she whispered, "I think you are
an old darling, and I love you very much."
"Littl'un," he said as he lifted her up in his arms,
"you've got a sweet little, sympathetic heart of your
own, you have. Bless your dear, tiny, wee self."



BEFORE they all started for the country Mr
Dighton and Mrs. White had a long serious con-
sultation together in Mr. Dighton's wonderful library.
"I should not like to do anything of the kind with-
out your advice," said Mr. Dighton; "but tell me now,
Mrs. White, what do you think of my plan?"
"I think it is splendid, sir," she answered, her kind



face beaming with smiles. "Deary me! I don't
know what we should do without Rosebud; and Miss
Violet is always her brightest when that deary child
is here. And Rosebud will never leave her grand-dad
now. She used to cry awful because he'd been taken
ill when she wasn't with him. She was always re-
proaching herself, and fretting her little tender heart
"Well, she won't do that any more," replied Mr.
Dighton; "for old Mr. Burnley will be quite happy
here, looking after my library, and collecting books
for me, and reading them to his soul's content. He is
a scholarly old gentleman, and I shall be pleased to
have him with us. Do you think Rosebud will consent
to come, Mrs. White?"
"Yes, sir," replied Mrs. White; "because, begging
your pardon, sir, she's awful fond of you and Miss
Violet-and me too, sir, if you'll excuse me saying so.
But it'll be a shocking wrench to part with her friend,
Mr. Jones. That'll be the trouble, sir."
"But he shall come here just as often as he likes,"
said Mr. Dighton, "and he'll always be welcome.
Rosebud has done so much for my little Violet that I
feel I cannot do half enough for her; and Mr. Jones is
my friend now as well as hers."
"I'm sure he's a very nice gentleman," said Mrs.
White enthusiastically, for Mr. Jones had quite won
her good-will; "and, deary me, I'll be glad to do any-
thing to make him cosy and comfortable here. You've
no idea, sir, how kind that person was when Mr.



Burnley was ill; and he was never tired of running
errands for me, and seeing to the shop, and taking
thought for me and every one. And always a cheery
word on his lips. And his love for Childie is like a
bit of poetry, sir."
"I see he has made a friend of you," said Mr.
Dighton smiling, "so that's all right. For do they
not say here that it is the best thing in the world to
win Mrs. White for a friend, since she has it all her
own way at No. 12 Grosvenor Square?-and a dear,
good, kind way it is."
"Thank you, sir," she said, smiling with pleasure at
his words of praise.
Then Mr. Dighton, begging her not to tell Violet
until he had concluded the arrangement, hurried off
to the second-hand book-shop and found Childie alone,
putting the books in order and dusting them very
lovingly, and looking into some of them.
"Childie," he said gently, "put these books down,
and come and sit near me. I want to talk with you
very seriously about grand-dad and yourself."
"Yes, sir," she answered gravely.
Then he told her that he wanted grand-dad and
herself to come and live with him at Grosvenor
Square, and that grand-dad would look after the
library and have no cares or troubles, and she would
divide her time between him and Violet, who loved
her dearly; and Mrs. White would take such loving
care of them both.
"You would be sorry to leave the old book-shop,"



he said kindly; "but then grand-dad is old and weary,
and trade is very slack sometimes, isn't it? And
grand-dad would be far happier in my library, seeing
to the beautiful old manuscripts I collect, and reading
my books to his heart's content, and helping me in my
"Oh, he would be happy!" she cried, as usual think-
ing always of him. "He would be happy!"
"And you, little Rosebud, would you be happy?"
he asked anxiously.
"Oh, yes!" she answered brightly; "but-"
"But what, child?" he asked, knowing quite well
what she meant.
"But, dear Mr. Jones," she stammered out, looking
very distressed. "I love him so much, and I couldn't
bear not to see him again. You see, he is my old
friend; and I love my old friends better than my new
ones. You are not angry, sir, with me for saying
this, are you?"
"Indeed not, Rosebud," he said, taking her hand.
"You have a loyal little heart, and I love you all the
more for it. But you would not have to say good-bye
to Mr. Jones. Why, he should come whenever he
liked, and we would all be delighted to see him. You
know, Childie, we look upon him as our friend too;
first for your sake, and then for his own sake. He
and his pipe would always be welcome, and of course
you could come here to visit him as often as you liked.
Does it seem so very dreadful now, Rosebud?"
"No," she answered, smiling at him through her



tears. "And indeed, sir, I'm not an ungrateful little
girl, for I think you are so very kind-you and dear
Miss Violet and Mrs. White. I can't imagine what
I've done to receive such wonderful kindness."
"Why, Childie," he said, "you have done everything
for me. If it had not been for you, I believe my little
girl would still be lying on the sofa day after day,
finding the hours drag very wearily and sadly. But
you came and made them spin away like a bicycle!
And, clever little doctor that you are, you managed
to put some colour into her cheeks, and some strength
into her body. And so I say, 'God bless you,' dear
little Rosebud. And Violet loves you, and nothing
would make her happier than for you and grand-dad
to live with us. Do you think you could leave the
old book-shop, C'!il i
"I am sure I could," she answered gently; and then
she added to herself-"for grand-dad's sake."
So when grand-dad crept slowly into the shop she
left Mr. Dighton to tell him of the great plan, knowing
that grand-dad would be happy beyond all words to
have the charge of, and to read in, that beautiful
library, which he had seen one morning before he was
taken ill, and which he had spoken about so often
during his illness.
But she herself ran across the road to Mr. Jones.
"Well, littl'un," he said cheerily, placing her stool
for her, "and what can I serve you with this fine
morning? Here's a pair of love-birds, stupid cooing
things they are, to be sure, and here's a tidy little



goldfinch, and a new canary as sings to knock you
down; or perhaps you're thinking to buy the parrot.
Buy the parrot indeed! I'll trouble you! As long
as I've got a bit of a roof, that 'ere parrot will share
it with me. We'll eat our last hemp seed together,
she and I will."
"Of course you will," replied Childie. "Why, the
parrot is part of you and you are part of the parrot!
And you know, dear Mr. Jones, your nose is rather
the same colour as the parrot's tail, isn't it?"
"You leave my nose alone, Childie," he said, "or
else you'll leave the bird-shop. But law, now I look
at your bit of a face, I see you've been crying a wee
morsel. What's wrong, littl'un?"
"Nothing," she answered, "only I want to talk to
you very, very seriously."
"Talk on," he replied; "I'm your man."
And she told him of Mr. Dighton's proposal.
Well, now," he said, and why aren't you looking
jolly happy, and merry, and dancing about like a
young kittenish thing, to think that grand-dad is going
to be nicely cared for, and that 'ere old shop of yours
with them shabby, stupid books is going to be sent to
Jericho or some such place?"
Oh! Mr. Jones," she cried, "I can't bear to leave
you-that's what I'm fretting about."
He blew his red nose very violently.
"Look here," he said, didn't you say as how me
and my pipe were always to be welcome at that house?
And me and my pipe won't stay away from that 'ere



house from any shyness, I can tell you! And who's
there to be frightened of in that house? Mrs. White,
bless you! I wasn't ever frightened of the woman;
it was her awful black bonnet concern with the violet
flag waving on the top as first took me aback. When
you lift the bonnet off and get to the real person, why,
to be sure, it is a nice, kind person! I think a deal of
Mrs. White, I do; and I know she'll take care of my
Rosebud better than me or grand-dad can. So don't you
be fretting for me, Childie. And there! what a happy
holiday we're going to have in the country, aren't we?"
"Yes," she answered, smiling brightly.
"And then when you come back, off you go to Gros-
venor Square," he continued. "Fancy me, now, hav-
ing familiar-like friends in that 'ere swell part of
London. Horrid, ugly place it is too-not near as
snug as this shop! And hark you, Childie, these last
few months things has took such a queer turn, that
who knows, if I shove away my odd farthings in a
seed-tin, maybe I shall come and buy one of them
horrid, ugly, big houses in Grosvenor Square. So it's
all settled now, Rosebud, and don't you fear that I'm
going to cut you because you and grand-dad and them
'ere dolls of yours is going to be fashionable-like people!
So you run across and offer Mr. Jones's respects and
compliments to Mr. Dighton, and tell him as how I
give my consent to the plan, and as how I'm hearty
glad for grand-dad's sake and Childie's sake. Kiss
me, littl'un, and then run across as hard as you can;
before I change my mind, you know."



He looked after her, and rubbed his eyes.
"Well, well," he said to himself, "I'm blessed if I
ever thought things would take this sort of turn. But
there, now, I'm not going to growl. Grand-dad and
Childie will be cosy and comfortable, and she won't
have no troubles. Only it'll take a sight of them seed-
tins of money before I'm able to buy one of them ugly
houses in Grosvenor Square."



E VERYONE at Grosvenor Square-James included
-was delighted to hear the good news. I think
Violet and Childie and Mrs. White must have kissed
one another hundreds of times. And then Childie
described to them how she told dear Mr. Jones, and
how kind and unselfish and cheerful he was. "Because,
you know," she said plaintively, "he will miss me a
little, won't he?"
"Of course, he will miss you ever so much," cried
Violet. "But he must come and see us very often."
"The kind, good man!" exclaimed Mrs. White.
"Yes, he must come and smoke his pipe and have his
cup of tea whenever he likes, and we'll give him such
a welcome, Rosebud dear."
"I am sure you will," said Childie earnestly. "And



he will come very often, I'm certain; for he has pro-
mised me, and he always keeps his word-dear, dear
Mr. Jones."
That same evening grand-dad and Childie and Jane
Eyre and Mr. Crusoe and Queen Elizabeth sat together
in the old book-shop.
"It isn't any use my covering the books, grand-dad,"
she said, "as we are going to part with them all."
He laid his hand on her head.
"Are you sorry we are going to part with them,
Childie?" he asked lovingly.
"Just a little bit, grand-dad," she answered smiling.
"But then, grand-dad darling, we shall have heaps of
other books to love, shan't we? And what I am so
happy about is that you'll have no worry, no anxiety.
You'll be able to read in the beautiful library just as
long as you please, and when your dear old eyes are
feeling tired, why, then I'll read to you. And I'll
take such loving care of you, grand-dad, in our new
home; for you're not strong yet, dear,-no, you're not
strong yet."
She had risen up, and was standing at the back of
his chair with her hands clasped around his neck, and
her little head resting against his cheek.
"Dear little Childie," he murmured, "there's no one
like my Childie in the whole world. When I want to
say how much I love her, I cannot find words half
gentle enough, except when I call her one of God's
brightest smiles, and one of His sweetest, fairest flowers.
Books are all very well, Childie, but they are not as



beautiful as flowers. And my little Rosebud, my little
flower, would make any home happy and beautiful for
her old grand-dad."

The weeks, the months, the years go merrily by
at the great house in Grosvenor Square. Violet's
strength increases together with her love for her little
friend and companion, Rosebud; and Mr. Dighton
blesses the day when he first went into that old second-
hand book-shop, and made the acquaintance of the
sweet little shopkeeper who was to become so dear to
Violet and himself. And grand-dad finds pleasure
and delight in working for Mr. Dighton, and collect-
ing beautiful books and manuscripts for the splendid
library, which is really the pride of his heart. And
Childic loves to see him happy, and feels that she can
never be thankful enough to the tall gentleman for all
his kindness to grand-dad and herself. And she is
happy too, especially when a certain red-nosed person
leaves a certain bird-shop to take care of itself, and
comes to have a cup of tea and a smoke with his friends
in the "horrid ugly house." He does not seem to
mind it being horrid and ugly, for he comes very often,
knowing full well that lie will always get a hearty wel-
come from his own little Rosebud child, from dear old
grand-dad, from little missy, from little missy's papa,
from James himself, and-last not least-from kind
Mrs. White.






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