Front Cover
 Half Title
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 List of Illustrations
 The old book-shop
 Rosebud's new friend
 Rosebud prepares for high life
 Mr. Dighton's housekeeper
 Violet and Rosebud
 The wonderful parrot
 Mr. Jones visits Grosvenor...
 A chapter of pleasant surprise...
 A new lease of life
 A pleasant prospect
 Grand-dad's dream comes true
 The old and the new
 Back Cover

Group Title: Things will take a turn : a story for children
Title: Things will take a turn
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Permanent Link: http://ufdc.ufl.edu/UF00084086/00001
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Title: Things will take a turn a story for children
Alternate Title: Little Rosebud or, Things will take a turn
Physical Description: 163, 32 p., 4 leaves of plates : ill. ; 19 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Harraden, Beatrice, 1864-1936
Blackie & Son ( Publisher )
Publisher: Blackie and Son
Place of Publication: London ;
Glasgow ;
Publication Date: 1895
Edition: New and rev. ed.
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
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 -- 1895   ( rbgenr )
Prize books (Provenance) -- 1895   ( rbprov )
Bldn -- 1895
Genre: Publishers' catalogues   ( rbgenr )
Prize books (Provenance)   ( rbprov )
novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: England -- London
Scotland -- Glasgow
Ireland -- Dublin
Statement of Responsibility: by Beatrice Harraden ; with forty-six illustrations by J.H. Bacon.
General Note: Issued also under title: Little Rosebud; or, things will take a turn.
General Note: Publisher's catalogue follows text.
General Note: "Preface to new and revised edition" -- p. 5.
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Half Title
        Page i
        Page ii
    Title Page
        Page iii
        Page iv
        Page v
        Page vi
    Table of Contents
        Page vii
        Page viii
    List of Illustrations
        Page ix
        Page x
    The old book-shop
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
        Page 24
        Page 25
        Page 26
    Rosebud's new friend
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 28a
        Page 29
        Page 30
        Page 31
        Page 32
        Page 33
        Page 34
        Page 35
        Page 36
    Rosebud prepares for high life
        Page 37
        Page 38
        Page 39
        Page 40
        Page 41
        Page 42
        Page 43
        Page 44
        Page 45
        Page 46
        Page 47
        Page 48
        Page 49
        Page 50
        Page 51
        Page 52
        Page 53
        Page 54
        Page 55
    Mr. Dighton's housekeeper
        Page 56
        Page 57
        Page 58
        Page 59
        Page 60
        Page 61
        Page 62
        Page 63
        Page 64
        Page 65
        Page 66
        Page 67
        Page 68
        Page 69
        Page 70
        Page 71
        Page 72
    Violet and Rosebud
        Page 73
        Page 74
        Page 75
        Page 76
        Page 77
        Page 78
        Page 79
        Page 80
        Page 80a
        Page 81
        Page 82
        Page 83
        Page 84
    The wonderful parrot
        Page 85
        Page 86
        Page 87
        Page 88
        Page 89
        Page 90
        Page 91
        Page 92
        Page 93
        Page 94
    Mr. Jones visits Grosvenor Square
        Page 95
        Page 96
        Page 97
        Page 98
        Page 99
        Page 100
        Page 101
        Page 102
        Page 103
        Page 104
        Page 105
        Page 106
        Page 107
        Page 108
        Page 109
        Page 110
        Page 111
        Page 112
        Page 112a
    A chapter of pleasant surprises
        Page 113
        Page 114
        Page 115
        Page 116
        Page 117
        Page 118
        Page 119
        Page 120
        Page 121
        Page 122
        Page 123
        Page 124
        Page 125
        Page 126
        Page 127
        Page 128
        Page 129
    A new lease of life
        Page 130
        Page 131
        Page 132
        Page 133
        Page 134
        Page 135
        Page 136
        Page 137
        Page 138
        Page 139
        Page 140
        Page 141
    A pleasant prospect
        Page 142
        Page 143
        Page 144
        Page 145
        Page 146
        Page 147
    Grand-dad's dream comes true
        Page 148
        Page 149
        Page 150
        Page 151
        Page 152
        Page 153
        Page 154
        Page 155
        Page 156
        Page 157
        Page 158
    The old and the new
        Page 159
        Page 160
        Page 161
        Page 162
        Page 163
        Page 164
        Page 165
        Page 166
        Page 167
        Page 168
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        Page 183
        Page 184
        Page 185
        Page 186
        Page 187
        Page 188
        Page 189
        Page 190
        Page 191
        Page 192
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        Page 194
        Page 195
        Page 196
    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
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I have taken the opportunity kindly offered me by
the publishers to revise the text of this little story, which
was written more than five years ago, and published by
them in a series of tales for children.
I had forgotten Childie, and the old bookseller, and
the bird-fancier with the red nose, and Mrs. White with
the terrifying bonnet, and James the footman with the
stiff neck. But now, reading the little book once more,
memories of my old friends come back to me; and I
fancy I can see Childie,-as I often saw her,-standing at
the door of the second-hand book-shop, and looking out
anxiously for customers, or waving her handkerchief to
Mr. Jones, or smiling at some bit of fun which she and
the bird-fancier had in common.
But the little narrow street has been pulled down, and
the bird-shop and the book-shop have given place to
more stately buildings. So that I and my readers would
search in vain for the queer old dwelling where the
parrot was taught to say: Things will take a turn!'


Jtune 5th, 1894.


CHAP. Page
I. THE OLD BOOK-SHOP, . .. ... n. II




V. VIOLET AND ROSEBUD, . ...... 73




IX. A NEW LEASE OF LIFE, . . .. .130

X. A PLEASANT PROSPECT,. . .. .. 142


XII. THE OLD AND THE NEW, .. . ... .159




"She spent her time in patching them up," ... II
" Childie had seen him give back the book together with the money," 14
"Childie put her arms round grand-dad's neck," ... .. 16
"She fetched him his rusty hat and his stick," .. ... .19
" Mr. Jones," she said, "your sleeve is torn," . .21
"The dear little face became once more anxious and sad,". 25
"If you please, sir, I will serve you," . . 26
"Meantime do you take this 'ere soup," . .. .35
"Grand-dad then sneezed several times," .. .. .... 39
"Good gracious! I've been treading on your doll!". .... 45
" Do let me give Bully a hemp seed-just one, Mr. Jones," 5
"He stooped down and kissed her very gently," ..... 55
"She was lifted on to the sofa by the window," ... 57
"This is my friend Mr. Jones," . . .63
"Mrs. White smiled and closed her eyes,". . 65
" He found her dolls in a corner of the shop,". ... 68
"If you please, Miss, I've come," .... . 72
"Here is a doll I want you very much to have," ...... 77
"Mr. Jones whirled her round and round," .. .... 84

x Things will Take a Turn.

"Things 'ave took a turn,-'urrah! Say that, Donkey," 90
He lit his pipe and offered the match to grand-dad," 9
"IHe heard some wonderful sounds," . . 94
"Mr. Jones went into fits of laughter," .... . 10
"Nice, tidy, pretty room this is, to be sure!" .. ..... 107
"Childie was kneeling. kissing his dear hands," . III
Sick folks like a whole sight of flowers in their sick-room," 116
"Mr. Jones, slipping off his boots, crept upstairs," ..... 118
Mr. Jones, dear, they say he is very ill," ... .. 119
"Mr. Dighton carried her tenderly downstairs," ... .. 122
"'Seizing the biggest book he could find, he placed her feet upon it," 125
"There, you've been and told, said Mr. Jones, shaking his fist,". 128
"She took them out of a private drawer, and put them tidy,". 135
Grand-dad came down . leaning on Childie's arm," 143
"Do you think Rosebud will consent to come, Mrs. White?". 149
"Mr. Dighton found Childie alone, putting the books in order,". 151
"He blew his red nose very violently," ...... 156
Her little head was resting against his cheek," ... .. 161

-- -- ----" "' M-------- --



There was no denying it 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 pros-
perously in grand-dad's shop. I think she troubled
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in a poor street of London. Even little Rose
Burnley, a ten.year-old lass, with large, wondering

12 Things will Take a Turn.

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 in-
side, and the second-hand price scratched in pencil
on the title-page. Nowadays, 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
Clarendon's History of the Great Rebellion-which
she restored in a marvellous way. Up to now

The Old Book-shop. 13

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 dic-
tionary, 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 troubled."
But grand-dad was really unhappy this fine June
morning; for money was becoming very scarce,

14 Things will Take a Turn.

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

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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

The Old Book-shop. 15

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 Robin-
son 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 book-shop. She was very shabby

16 Things will Take a Turn.

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
In a moment Robinson Crusoe and his coat
were thrown on the ground, and Childie sprang

The Old Book-shop. 17

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 thought-
less 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 selfish."
"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
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18 Things will Take a Turn.

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, Childie," 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," he 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 trudg-
ing wearily along, "if I could only sell a book
whilst he is away, how glad and proud I should
And the tears darted to her eyes; but she

The Old Book-shop.

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

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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

20 Things will Take a Turn.

"Good-morning, Rosebud," he said gently.
" How's yourself?"
Quite well, thank you, Mr. Jones," she an-
swered smiling. "And you?"
Fust-rate," he answered. Last night 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 every jolly morning. But
upon my soul, littl'un, prosperity is peeping round
the corner. Time it should too. And how's the
"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! Why, 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 bull-finch, or a
Virginian nightingale, or all of them put together."

The Old Book-shop. 21

"Mr. Jones," she said, "your sleeve is torn.
Perhaps you had better wait while I mend it."
"Thank you, hearty," 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

22 Things will Take a Turn.

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 that!"
What a horrible person you must really be!"
said Rosebud, putting down his coat and looking
up at him.
"That may be," he laughed, "but I ain't no ex-
ception. 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."

The Old Book-shop.

"Then I'm blessed if soup ain't the best thing
for them to have!" he answered. But what can
you expect 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 morn-
ing, 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 in those dis-
agreeable, dull school-books. She could not get
up any enthusiasm for Cornwell's Geography and
Mangnall's Questions and Mrs. Markham's History
of England, but she did her duty by them.

24 Things will Take a Turn.

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 her-
self, 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 suck a long time."

The Old Book-shop. 25

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

26 T'' s wil/ Take a Turn.

heart beat excitedly, for here, in very truth, was a
real customer.


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"You --i'1 serve me?" said the i, I gentleman,
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28 Things will Take a Turn.

and then I hold it while he mounts it. But he is
old now, and I am always fearful lest he should
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 Casar 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 lad-
ders as you do. She lies on a sofa all through the
long day, which is very long for her sometimes."
"I'm sorry," said Childie softly; and the tears
came into her eyes. She had such a sympathetic
"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,
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30 Things will Take a Turn.

disappointment, 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 customer 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 happened to be Mang'nall's 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.

Rosebud's New Friend. 31

She smiled through her tears.
"How good you are!" she said, looking up at
him. "Only I don't think I ought to take it from
you. J/,' .nall's 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 feel-
ings 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
beautiful birds; only trade is bad with him too.
But he has harder times than we have; for birds

32 Things will Take a Turn.

want feeding, 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
Casar crossing the Rubicon?"
Childie laughed merrily.
"Perhaps they do," she said; "only they 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 gentle?"

Rosebud's New ,Friend.

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. Mind now, there must not
be any more tears in those blue eyes."
And he put up his finger as though in solemn
warning, and left Childie staring after him in
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 him."
And she sat down on her stool, and began to
put a brown-paper cover on a miserable, 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."
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34 Things will Take a Turn.

Then she looked at the bright sovereign, and
remembered 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, some-
thing about the trees and the birds and the
flowers. One always sings of them when one is
Suddenly a voice, not so melodious as hers,
called out:
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
nightingale? You'd just make my fortune-at a
handy time, too!"
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

Rosebud's New Friend. 35

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 with-
out fresh rolls, so please you, littl'un, I've brought

36 Things will Take a Turn.

some fresh rolls. Trade is reviving, Rosebud,
and so is soup and rolls."
You are ;,::,- 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 about the tall customer. "Oh, there's
someone ,i,.-.4 into my shop! "I'm off, Iittl'un."
That -, .un.. and them rolls will do her good,"
he said to himself as he went back to his :h-'p.
"She don't look particular ..'--,. dear little
lassie; and I'm ti.:l,- _"" i .:.1 : don't grow up
hearty in fusty old book-- !..:I; Never a day goes
by that the -7'1.1 of that littl'un don't do me good.
Bless her heart!"

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Rosebud Prepares for Higk Life. 37



Grand-dad had not been successful in getting
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 thin, when the
poor have to wait a '.-.-,:-,- long time before they
can get paid for their work. Poor dress-makers
complain bitterly about the !i:-,.1 ladies who ,..*-..
them their satins and silks to make, and expect
the dresses to be -.- t.1-- in less than no time; but
they are quite surprised if they are expected to
pay in less than no time. -.1 they .;i-. let
whole weeks pass by without giving a I'.".. .,L 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. '.. .- .i< pre-
vents [:.I--. except ti; _-:. : -:- and :- I .:_,-

38 Things will Take a Turn.

However this may all be, grand-dad came home
tired and disappointed. He was chiefly anxious
about the child, for he really did not care about
"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 him-
self 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 cer-

Rosebud Prepares for High Life. 39

tainly heeded, for he was a total abstainer from
Grand-dad then sneezed several times, and then

took off his J:-.-. ---eyed spectacles and rubbed
them with the corner of his red cotton handker-
chief. Having made them clean and clear he put
them on again, about half-way down his nose. It

40 Things will Take a Turn.

was always a puzzle to Childie why he should look
over his spectacles and not through them. Some-
times, 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.
But to-day grand-dad did not read. He looked
mournfully at the second-hand b.:. ,... and for the
first time in his life wished they were all brand-
new, uncut, and Pr:r,_,c-!.- dressed, because then he
would have a chance of selling them. He had
rather despised new books; but this morning he
had been .::.ig into a grand shop of .-' --ry kind
of book-large, small, and medium, good, bad,
and indifferent, but fresh and new and beautiful;
and he saw so many people :. -i.:- in and -:or.i:1ig
out i<. ni with parcels in their hands, that he quite

Rosebud Prepares for High Life. 41

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 him-
self 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 ;:' -l'-i 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,
l:' ..riv^ at her wonderingly.
",r .J'zall's Questions," she answered laughing.
"What do you think of :liit?"
And then she told him the whole story of the
tall gentleman's i.-it and she b.-_-1 that he

42 Things will Take a Turn.

would allow her to go and read to the little invalid
"Of course you shall go, Childie," he said lov-
ingly. "And well might that gentleman wish to
have you to read to his little daughter. Where
could one hope to find a dearer, sweeter little girl-
flower than my Rosebud?"
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 de-
clined 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 yes-
terday," he said kindly, "and I have taken quite a
f-r'y to her. She speaks beautifully. You have
indeed ti,:gt 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

Rosebud Prepares for High Life. 43

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 I?"
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
bullfinch," she confided to him. "I wonder what

44 Things will Take a Turn.

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 in those 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."

Rosebud Prepares for High Life. 45

"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

46 'Tings will Take a Turn.

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 morn-
ing, 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
"What will you say to me now?" he asked
again. "Won't you feel in.- 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

Rosebud Prepares for High Life. 47

see that; for he had been kind to her, and she
was grateful to him.
He stopped a few minutes 1l.n,.r arranging
with grand-dad that she should come to his house
on the morrow and see his little :r'. and then he
asked about trade, and seemed sorry to hear that
things were so bad.
"But you must cheer up," he said B:".r'i.-. "By
the way, about that book. S i-...-- you t.- and
get it for me. And I .1 :--:.: I ,.1.1. be :-1:i;
you to look out for several other books for me. I
cannot spare the time just at present, and shall
be glad of -..i r help. And I'll pay you .r-nr-
ously; be sure of that."
Grand-dad's face brightened up with hope and
"Thank you, sir," he murmured. "Do -,..
know you have come to us just when we wanted
help. You have .-i' 1.*:i me back ...t,--.:-il, and hope.
God bless you."
Then i'Mr. Di_--~t. :-i turned to Cit.:-; pointed to
Robinson Crusoe mi-. r n:,.ii-, and said:

48 Things will Take a Turn.

"And you really forgive me, little one, for hav-
ing 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, Rose-
bud. My housekeeper shall come and fetch you
to-morrow." And he hailed a hansom cab and
drove to his beautiful house in Grosvenor Square,
all the time thinking to himself what a lucky
chance it was that took him to the second-hand
That child will please my little Violet," he said
to himself. "She is quaint 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 spotless. And

Rosebud Prepares for High Life. 49

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 lo'vinr5ly, as he lit his
pipe (for she had been out to get him a little
tobacco for a treat); "why, Childie, 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.
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50 Things will Take a Turn.

"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.

Rosebzd Prepares for High Life. 51

"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!" an-
swered 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
"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. M.iyn't I help you?
And oh, do let me give Bully a hemp seed-just
one, Mr. Jones!"

52 Things will Take a Turn.

"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
"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. Bless me, I was just
surprised to find them yesterday! And I said to
myself I'm smashed if these sha'n'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, indeed!-that's where you're

Rosebud Prepares for High Life. 53

going to! We'll teach Grosvenor Square how to
look! And what do you say to a wee rosebud in
your hat, littl'un, just to make it spruce and
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 hat."
"A new hat!" he said, laughing. "Why, Rose-
bud, 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 see-
ing to a bit. Come along. 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.

54 Tkings will Take a Turn.

"That's the article," he said, pointing to a little
black cape. "What do you think of that,
"Oh, it's beautiful, Mr. Jones," she said admir-
ingly. 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.
Fust-rate!" he said, smiling proudly.
And then they bought a little pink rosebud and
a pair of gray 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. Maybe 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 beauti-

Rosebud Prepares for High Life. 55

ful presents, and went home to grand-dad to get
his tea ready. She found him in excellent spirits;
for he 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
i '- ,

56 Things will Take a Turn.



Little Violet Dighton lay on the sofa in her
beautiful sitting-room, waiting for her father's re-
turn home from his visit to the second-hand book-
seller's shop. She was fair-haired and fair-com-
plexioned; 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. 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

Mr. Dighton's Housekeeper. 57

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

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,',. -- ^---" --_.; ,..

many companions, for people wished to be kind,
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

58 Things will Take a Tzirn.

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 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

Mr. Dighton's Housekeeper. 59

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, Violet?"
"A beauty!" she answered, looking at it admir-
ingly. How pleased Rosebud will be! Only it
has not got a very nice hat on. I think I must
make it a new one."
She set to work diligently, and turned out a
wonderful thing for the doll's head; and when

60 Things will Take a Turn.

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
Master has such odd ideas," she said to herself
as she rolled along, for she was rather a stout per-
sonage. 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
patronizing and haughty to the "chit"; and she
was almost glad she had a cough, because a cer-
tain kind of cough is very awe-inspiring; and she

Mr. Dighton's Housekeeper. 61

wished to impress Rosebud 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 gray 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.

62 Things will Take a Turn.

"Yes, if you please," said Childie.
Well, you've made yourself very neat and tidy,"
said Mrs. White, looking at her with approval.
"She's always neat and tidy," said a harsh
Mrs. White turned her face to the shop door
and saw a red-nosed individual standing on the
"Is this your grandfather?" she asked rather
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 re-
moving 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
my word, they do look nice! I'm just as proud
as I am when any of my bonny birds have got

Mr. Dighton's Housekeeper. 63

their new feathers on. Bless me, what a little
spruce thing it is, to be sure!"

And he went away grinning with pleasure.
Then Childie came nearer to Mrs. White and
said earnestly:

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64 Tkings will Take a Turn.

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 world?"
Perhaps there are," replied Mrs. White, leav-
ing 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 Childie
in her own little motherly way. Supposing I
fan you?"

Mr. Dighton's Housekeeper. 65

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 thought-
Why, I declare you're quite a little mother,"
she said kindly, drawing the child near to her and
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66 Things will Take a Turn.

kissing her. "We must be great friends, mustn't
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 surveying 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 Rose-
bud 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 protection and care. She looked at
him affectionately and proudly, keeping her hand
in his, and watching anxiously to see whether Mrs.
White was impressed by his dear presence.
"This is grand-dad," she said, smiling trium-
A whole world of love and gentleness was con-
tained in those few words of hers.

Mr. Dighton's Housekeeper. 67

And when he began to talk to Mrs. White, first
about the weather and then about Rosebud her-
self, Childie in the pride of her heart thought he
looked quite the gentleman, every inch the gentle-
man, although 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, dear."
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
witnessed by Mr. Jones, who stood at his door

68 Things will Take a Tzrn.

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
', What should I do if
she were to leave me
"altogether?" he thought
I to himself. "I don't
think I should see any
Brightness in the sun-
'.- ,, shine, or any blue in the
i 1 '.. Perhaps you, too, will
Think him rather a silly
i' '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 mother.
He found her dolls in a corner of the shop. He
lifted them up very tenderly, and examined Mr.

Mr. Dighton's Housekeeper. 69

Crusoe'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
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 creep-
ing 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

70 Things will Take a Turn.

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 gentle-
man 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 it?"
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
The footman opened the door. Mrs. White
bade Childie follow her, and took her up some

Mr. Dighton's Housekeeper. 71

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 been accustomed only to the
sight of shabby second-hand books all her little
Here we are," said Mrs. White cheerily,
pointing to a door. "That's Miss Violet's bou-
doir. 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

72 Things will Take a Turn.

on to the handle, she made a little curtsy and
"If you please, miss, I've come."

Violel and Rosebud. 73



Violet's sofa was placed so that she could see
anyone coming into the room. Her face bright-
ened 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 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."

74 Things will Take a Turn.

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 Childe 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
remember 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

Violet and Rosebud. 75

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 wonderful parrot, whom he
has taught to say 'Things will take a turn'."
"I should like to hear him say that," cried
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 some-
thing quite new, but I don't know what it is yet."
And then Childie told Violet all about the birds
in Mr. Jones's shop, not forgetting the little piping
bullfinch. Now and again she stopped, but Violet
always said:
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 mention-

76 Things will Take a Turn.

ing, however, the terrible accident which had de-
prived Mr. Crusoe of the use of his right arm.
"Are both your dolls in good health?" asked
Violet slyly.
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
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.

Violet and Rosebud. 77

It was not the doll she cared so much about as
the kindness.
"Yes; please kiss me," said Violet.
And Childie bent over and kissed the little girl

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78 Things will Take a Turn.

"What are you going to call that doll?" asked
Violet. "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 head ?"
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 overcoats.
"Will you let me cover them?" she said with

Violet and Rosebud.

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
"You shall cover one now," said Violet laugh-
ing. "Here is the brown paper that Queen
Elizabeth came in, and here is a pair of scissors,
and there is a book that ought to 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
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.

80 Things will Take a Turn.

"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 pre-
fer 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

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Violet and Rosebud. 81

until dusk; for he is old now, and his eyesight is
bad, and he can't get over the crossings very
"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. 1 can't think what
grand-dad and Mr. Jones will say. They will be
"Oh, papa," cried Violet, "mayn't I have the
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82 Things will Take a Turn.

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. Rose-
bud 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 good-bye to her new friends; and one
and all were pleased to have seen her. Even the
footman, James, condescended to give her a smile.
Arid this was very extraordinary; for he generally
frowned at people, or glared at them, especially
if they were inconsiderate enough to trouble him
to answer the front bell, when he was enjoying his
newspaper or his tea!

Violet and Rosebud. 83

Childie went on her way home, thinking first 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 beau-
tiful things, but 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 many 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?"

84 Things will Take a Turn.

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.

The Wonderful Parrot. 85



So 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 business.
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."

86 Things will Take a Turn.

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 it?"

The Wonderful Parrot. 87

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

88 Things will Take a Turn.

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
thinking of. She's awful proud and haughty.
And I'm frightened of her. That's the plain
truth, Childie."
"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. Any-
way, I'll come to have a look at the bullfinch.
Name your time, and see if I'm not ready. And

Tke Wonderful Parrot. 89

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, mut-
tering 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 for-
gotten 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.

90 Tkings will Take a Turn.

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
ii;,i' did she vouchsafe;
_and Mr. Jones,

: ( long time to her
Education, left her
S{ to meditate on the
01'. lesson, and ran
overto the second-
..i, .... -; .. hand book-shop
S'.," ." to smoke a pipe
Si''J with grand-dad.
S' 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 smil-
ing, and pointing to a chair.

The WonderfJl Parrol. 91

"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 con-
tinued, 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?"

92 Things will Take a Turn.

"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. Rosebud is 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-sleeves; "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

The Wonderful Parrot. 93

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. Gros-
venor 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. Nodding 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, thinking 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 scholar, nothing at all."
He crossed the road and made for his shop, and
as he neared it he heard some wonderful sounds

94 Tkings will Take a Turn.

which caused his red nose to become redder than
ever, and his heart to beat violently with excite-
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!"

Mr. Jones Visits Grosvenor Square. 95



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
All the same, she took the precaution of getting
Mrs. White into a very good temper on the after-
noon when Mr. Jones was to accompany Rosebud
to Grosvenor Square. She took her medicine
without a minute's hesitation; and she was so
bright and cheerful that Mrs. White, who loved
her little mistress dearly, smiled with delight to
think she was really becoming stronger.

96 Tkings will Take a Turn.

"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. She's got a wonderful 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

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