He looked such a dear old gentleman. He wore a snuff-colored coat and brown breeches, and a wig1. Although his eyes were shut, and his mouth was open, and some mischievous2 child had given his wig a cock on one side, he had yet the pleasantest face. His pockets bulged3 out with sweets and toys: the head of a wooden horse peeped out of one, that of a dolly looked out of the other.
“I am sure he is Daddy Coax4,” said Kitty to herself joyously6.
The little boy, with the queer curls and the queer yellow eyes and the queer short legs, whom she had met on entering Naughty Children 88Land, was standing7 a few paces from the old man. He held a small looking-glass and caught the sunlight upon it. As he waved the mirror about a spot of light like a golden bird or a butterfly danced up and down. Sometimes it rested on the sleeper8’s nose, sometimes on one eye, then on the other, sometimes on his forehead. Every time the spot of light rested on his face the old man moved in his sleep, lifted his hand, and tried to brush it away. Just as Kitty came up a little girl began to tickle9 his ear with a straw, and the spot of light danced so dazzlingly before his eyes that the sleeper jumped up with a start, wildly waved his handkerchief, beating the air with it. Then all at once he fell flat on the ground, tripped up by a cord that had been tied across the path.
When this happened the children roared with laughter and ran indoors. Kitty went to the old gentleman as he lay moaning, gently helped him to rise, and led him back to his arm-chair. His wig had fallen on the ground; she picked it up; he looked very odd with his bald head; but Kitty pursed up her lips not to smile, for 89she feared to hurt his feelings. She placed the wig on his head, made it straight, and then she patted the old man’s cheek.
“Why, who is this? who is this?” he asked, peering into Kitty’s face. He had rosy10 cheeks, 90gentle eyes full of a gay light, and his lips trembled as if ready to break out into smiles and laughter.
“No, no; that is not a naughty child. Daddy Coax knows better than that.”
He shook his head so violently, to show he knew what he was saying, that his wig went first on one side, then on the other, and at last it tumbled right over his eyebrows11. He did not seem to mind how his wig went. Kitty thought it looked like a thatched roof.
“Then you are Daddy Coax!” she said.
“To be sure I am, honey! To be sure!” the old man answered, laughing, and the laugh was so joyous5 that it set Kitty laughing also.
“They call me Daddy Coax because I pat the children’s heads when they are sobbing13, and because I keep school with toys and sweets and stories instead of lessons.” He took out his snuff-box and took a pinch; then he sneezed and sneezed till his head sank upon his chest, and his wig came right over his eyes.
91“Oh, dear! oh, dear! Those children have put pepper into my snuff-box!” He laughed; nothing seemed to put out Daddy Coax.
“I wonder you live with them!” said Kitty.
“I used to live in Good Children Land,” he answered, pushing back his wig and setting it all awry14; “I was happy there; but you see I could not bear the thought of the naughty children. They must be so miserable15. So I made up my mind to come and live among them, and whistle sweet tunes17 to them, and tell 92them pretty stories that would put beautiful dreams into their hearts, and give them toys. Bribe18 the little darlings to be good.”
“They are not very good to you,” said Kitty, looking at his tattered19 coat.
“No; I am often a mass of misery20 and rags,” said the old man; and as he looked at her a moist brightness like tears came into his eyes. He showed the skirts of his coat-tails all torn, his pockets ragged21, his hands scratched. “I sometimes think I’ll go back to Good Children Land,” he continued. “Then I say they don’t want me there so much as they do here. So here I remain, and I don’t mind being scratched and pulled about, if only I keep one child out of Punishment Land.”
“Punishment Land!” said Kitty. “What is that?”
“Oh, it is a dreadful place!” said Daddy Coax, shaking his head till his wig slipped right off, and then he gave it a pull over to his right eyebrow12. “I long to keep the children out of it. The little dears, I am sometimes afraid of them, when they are getting angry, 93and going to have a cry. They tell me I spoil them, and somehow the children don’t love me as I love them; but I have not the heart to see a dear little thing punished—not if it tears my coat-tails. Oh! I don’t know why they won’t love me. They say the little dears won’t respect me, and they say a dreadful thing, that one may be unjust by kindness as well as by severity. It often makes me sad.” Then he gave a little chirruping laugh.
“Ah! it makes me happy to coax the little dears out of their tantrums and their passions. There is great virtue22 in a big burnt-almond, my honey! Have one!”
He took out a transparent23 amber24 box full of bon-bons, and opened it.
“I think I had better wait till I am naughty to have one,” laughed Kitty. The old man laughed also, as if Kitty’s joke delighted him.
“Come and see Daddy Coax’s school-room,” he said, getting up.
Kitty put her hand into his little plump old hand, and they went indoors. The room was full of children.
94It was not like a school-room, nor like a play-room either. It was more like quarreling-room, screaming-room, sobbing-room.
Where the children’s hands could reach the room was spoiled and disordered; but above that it was as pretty as a room in a fairy tale, or as a Christmas-tree turned into a room. Bright balls shone there, some of silver, some of glass, rainbow-colored, like solidified25 soap-bubbles. There were bags of sweets, toys, flags in every corner. Wonderful shells, with golden ears, strange seaweed, and branching coral; flowers bloomed high up in the windows, and far out of the children’s reach in a safe place hung a cage full of birds. There were kaleidoscopes and musical boxes and pictures on the walls.
“Little angels! Hush26—hush! Look, here’s a little friend come to see you,” said Daddy Coax, in a voice that was gay and soft as a bird chirruping in a tree, and calling to its young to come out into the pleasant morning.
Only a roar of confused voices answered. All the children were addressing the old man—all 95were speaking together; all were trying to talk loudest; all trying to talk quickest; all telling tales of each other.
“Hush—hush!” said Daddy Coax, putting up his finger. “Little lambs ought to be good. Eh!” he went on, patting his pocket with his disengaged hand in a suggestive manner. “Look—toys—sweets—all for my little darlings—a fairing for each. Hey now!” and he waved his hand above his head, “we’ll be as merry and good as if it were Christmas Day, and everybody’s birthday together besides.”
Perhaps the children had already had so many sweets and good things that they did not care for more. Not one look of thanks greeted the old man gazing down upon them with an anxious smile that seemed to say: “Be good, my little darlings. My heart thinks only of making you good by making you happy.”
The next moment there was a grand rush of children making for Daddy Coax’s pockets, with cries of “I! I! I!—me! me! me!” The rush turned to a battle royal between the children who came first and the children behind, who were hurrying up.
96“Hush! hush! naughty to quarrel!” said Daddy Coax, feebly trying to make his way through the combatants, dealing27 loving strokes on rough heads, and uttering tender reproaches in a cooing voice. “Let me get to my arm-chair and we’ll have a distribution of treasures. Hullo!” he exclaimed, bending over a roaring boy and patting him gently on the back. “Poor laddie—Daddy Coax’s laddie—and he has been hurt—he has—”
“No—o—o,” roared the boy louder, and kick—kick—kick went his angry feet. “I am not hurt. I am—in a fu—u—ry!”
“A fury! Oh! oh! naughty,” said Daddy Coax, shaking his head till his wig was all in a flurry of reproach.
“I wanted to see—what—made my tin frog—hop28—and I broke—the spring. It won’t hop any—more,” roared the boy, and kick went his feet, trying to kick Daddy Coax’s shins because they were the nearest things to kick.
Daddy Coax began to fumble29 in his pocket, and as he fumbled30, louder grew the roarer’s shouts; but he opened slits31 of eyes to see what Daddy Coax was searching for.
97Out came the amber box, and out of it a crisp sugary almond.
“There, that will sweeten the fury,” said Daddy Coax, chuckling32 over his little joke.
98The crunching33 of the almond softened34 the screams, and Daddy Coax winked36 at Kitty.
“Did I not tell you, honey, there was virtue in a sweet?” he said, gleefully rubbing his hands.
“I believe more in a whipping,” replied Kitty with a gleam in her eyes.
Daddy Coax now made his way to a corner of the room where stood a tiny bed. As he bent37 over the child lying there, murmuring “Poor little sick lamb,” his kind, foolish eyes grew brightly pitying.
“I won’t take my medicine,” said the invalid38, shaking a resolute39 head on the pillow.
“Medicine will make Daddy Coax’s sick lamb play again,” said the old man. He took up a powder and spoon, and after he had mixed the dose, “Good medicine first and jam after,” he said in a persuasive40 voice, softly trying to get the tip of the spoon inside the firmly closed lips.
Out flashed a naughty hand from under the coverlid, and away spun41 the medicine and the spoon to the furthest corner of the room.
99“Oh, naughty! naughty!” said poor Daddy Coax, putting up his finger and trying to ruffle42 his forehead into a frown. “If sick lamb be naughty, sick lamb will have no jam.”
At this dreadful threat the sick face puckered43 itself up, and out of the wide-open mouth came a doleful howl.
Daddy Coax fell into a dreadful flurry; his mild eyes grew full of pain. He took the child out of its crib, rocked it soothingly45 in his arms, murmuring softly:
“Sick lamb shall have all jam and no medicine. All good jam and no naughty medicine.”
“All go—oo—od ja—am and no naugh—ty medi—cine,” agreed the sick child with big sobs46.
Gently Daddy Coax put the invalid back into its crib, went to the cupboard, and took out the pot of raspberry jam. He looked over his shoulder to make sure the child was not looking, and cautiously Kitty saw him drop the powder into the jelly and turn it round and round until not a grain was to be seen.
100“Good jam!” he said, smacking47 his lips. “Good jam!”
“Good jam!” assented48 the sick child, opening wide its mouth and smacking its lips louder still.
“It was to make her take the medicine,” explained 101Daddy Coax apologetically to Kitty. “I cannot bear to hear a sick child cry. It is sickness makes the little angel cross.”
“Little angel indeed!” replied Kitty shortly. “I would have given her all medicine and no jam.”
Kitty was growing severer and severer. Holding her hand the old man trotted49 along once more, struggling through the children, who had recovered their good-humor, and were rushing around him. He laughed feebly, he patted their heads as they thumped50 him on the back as if he were a drum, and squirted soapsuds into his eyes. Poor Daddy Coax wiped his eyes, sneezed, tried to look as if he enjoyed the jokes and the drummings, and presently nearly stumbled over a little girl who was knocking her doll’s head against the floor.
Bang! bang! the tiny hand struck the ground with the doll. Its nose was flattened51 out of all likeness52 to a nose, its cheeks were cracked, and its hair torn out.
“Dear! dear!” cried Daddy Coax. “What has naughty dolly done?”
102“She won’t get into her fock. She will put her leg into the seeve of her fock instead of her arm,” explained little spitfire; and bang! once more went poor dolly’s face against the floor.
“Naughty dolly! naughty dolly!” cried Daddy Coax indignantly, flicking53 dolly with a corner of his handkerchief and then drawing a 103fine new doll from his pocket, with red cheeks and shining round eyes. “There’s a good dolly, a pretty dolly, with its arms in its sleeves.”
But little spitfire only snorted at sight of the new dolly, pushed away the gentle hand that offered it, and went on banging the old doll upon the floor.
Nothing that Daddy Coax could do would please the “little angels,” as he called them.
“Little angels indeed!” thought Kitty severely54. “They are little imps55.”
One little girl tumbled on her nose as she was hastening along; she picked herself up, and was giving her plump small figure a shake, when Daddy Coax, with a cry and extended arms, rushed toward her, dropping a slipper56 in his haste. At sight of this offer of sympathy the child lifted her voice and howled bitterly.
“Oh, the darling lamb!” cried Daddy Coax, taking her into his arms. “Is she hurt—where is she hurt? Show her old Daddy where she is hurt?”
“Ded—ful—ly hurt on this knee!” sobbed57 the little one, pulling up her frock and displaying 104a plump rosy knee without a scratch. “No! it’s a mistake—it’s on this one,” she explained with bitterer sobs, showing the other knee, that was as unbruised and unscratched as its fellow.
“Yes, it’s a mistake,” chirped59 Daddy Coax joyously, clasping the little one nearer.
“It—’s not—a—mistake—it’s my no—o—ose,” roared the child in a deluge60 of tears, slapping the kind old man’s cheek, and struggling out of his arms.
“Daddy Coax’s school should be called the place where children are taught to be naughty,” Kitty remarked to herself.
At last Daddy Coax struggled up to the middle of the room. He set Kitty standing on the table, and looked round on the children with his mild, kind, foolish eyes. There was some thing almost like silence for a moment; a crowd of small faces gazed at Kitty, who had never before felt so many eyes fixed61 upon her.
“When a friend comes to see one,” said Daddy Coax cheerily, “what ought we to do? We ought to make it pleasant, for a friend’s 105visit is better than cakes and sugar-plums. This little girl—bless her—is a dear, good little girl!”
“We don’t want her, then!” shouted a voice. And all the children shouted: “We don’t want her! we don’t want her!”
“Hush! hush! naughty!” said Daddy Coax, putting up his finger and trying to frown. “Little children are always good. They are little angels.”
“That’s not true. We are not good, and we don’t want to be!” shouted these spoiled children.
Daddy Coax stood looking round upon them with a puzzled, helpless, piteous expression and trembling lips, then he burst into his merry laugh and said to Kitty, “There’s no flattering them.”
Taking out of his pocket his box of sugar-plums, “Look, look!” he went on. “In honor of our guest I shall give you a comfit apiece.”
“Shall we tell her the stories of the pictures round the room?” asked Daddy Coax after the distribution of lollipops62, as the children were smacking their lips and staring at Kitty.
106“No!” they cried with a sucking sound.
“No! But she has not seen the pictures yet,” gently insisted Daddy Coax. He pointed63 to one with his softly shaking finger. Kitty thought she had seen that picture before. It was that of a little girl sitting alone under the shadow of a great wood, her hands crossed upon her breast.
“She is so good, she is so innocent—bless her! The picture is called after her the ‘Age of Innocence,’” said Daddy Coax. “All nature seems to love her. She thinks as she goes out that the trees look at her, and the birds come and sing to her in the early morning. The flowers tell her what hour it is and what the weather will be. No animal or insect is afraid of her. As she goes out round her head hovers64 a little cloud of butterflies. She looks about her and wonders. The flocks of birds passing away over her head to the north pole actually seem to come down as she looks at them. Lovely things with the sunshine upon their backs—”
“That’s a dull story!” cried a boy’s voice.
107“Dull story!”
“Dull story!” went round all the room.
“Shall we tell her the story of the kind child, who gives her bit of cake to the hungry child, who is gentle also with the sick and the old, and how the pretty robin65 lights upon her wrist, and its little whistle seems to say, ‘I love you—I love you’?”
“Play the flute66!” interrupted the same boy’s voice.
“Yes, the flute! the flute!” echoed the children in a chorus.
“They always like my flute,” Daddy Coax whispered to Kitty with a pleased wink35. “I don’t take it out often—for next to the children I love my flute.”
He drew from his breast-pocket a flute with keys of ivory and wiped it softly on his coat-sleeve. “I’ll play the lullaby of the wind to the good children. The words and the music came into my head last night as the wind rattled67 against my window-panes. Listen, I’ll sing you the words first—that is, what the wind says through the flute to the good children.”
108Nodding his head on one side, with one finger up, swaying it softly to the measure, in a thin cracked voice Daddy Coax hummed:
“When all the world is blind with sleep
And birds are silent in the trees,
Around the house I whisp’ring creep
And rustle68 in a rising breeze,
To make the music of your dreams
With twittling leaves and purling streams.
“But I can rise and I can roar,
Can hurl69 great waves upon the shore,
Bring shoals of buds and blossoms down,
And blow the country into town;
Can tear an oak tree from its root,
Or throstle through a fairy flute.”
“That’s enough! enough!” cried the children; but Daddy Coax went on, marking the time with his finger and his head:
“I like to twist the creaking cowl
And rock the rooks and oust70 the owl44,
And pringle-prangle through the wires
Of telegraphs—and blow up fires
For smiths and farriers, sturdy fellows,
Who catch and send me through the bellows71.”
109“Play the flute! the flute!” cried the children.
But Daddy Coax raised his uplifted finger and marked the measure more impressively:
“But I can sing and whisper low
To those I love and those I know,
Till they may close their dreamy eyes
And think of being good and wise.
So now let every one sit still
And listen——”
“No—no—no!” interrupted a roar of voices. “Play the flute!—the flute!”
Daddy Coax laughed, gave his wig a pull, and put the flute to his lips. He drew out a note—long, piercing, and sweet. The children paused to listen. Daddy Coax swayed softly backward and forward; his eyes were half-closed, his wig shoved over his left eyebrow; he tapped with his toe, which went up and down to the tune16. It was a pretty, tender melody that seemed to wind in and out. The children were quite silent listening. Something in Kitty’s heart that she had forgotten stirred there—it was memory waking—that of 110her mother’s voice speaking to her as in a dream. She had forgotten where she was, when she was suddenly roused by a great noise.
The children were surrounding Daddy Coax, pulling his arms, clambering up his back, getting around his legs to pull him down, as they shouted, “Give us the flute!—give us the flute!”
But he held the flute out of their reach, shaking his head and saying:
“No, no, the little dears would break it. It is like a pretty bird; if you break it, you kill it. When it is dead, it will sing no more.”
But the children continued to pull, to clamber, and to clamor.
“You naughty children, to hurt the kind old man!” cried Kitty, jumping down from the table and coming to the rescue of Daddy Coax. Her efforts to protect him were of no avail. The next moment the children tripped him up. He fell down flat on the ground, and the flute was snatched from his hand. There was a loud laugh—shouts of hurrah72. Then Kitty saw two boys fighting over the flute, and snap—it broke in their hands.
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113All at once the noise was interrupted, there came a scamper73 round and round the room. The two stern women stood there among the children. How they entered—by the door, or through the floor, or in by the windows, or down by the chimney—Kitty could not tell. There they were, pouncing74 upon the children, who were vainly dodging75 to escape them.
Daddy Coax struggled to his feet, battered76, bruised58, and in rags.
“Don’t take the little darlings to Punishment Land,” he said with his whole heart in his voice. “Poor little angels, they did not mean it. They did not know how Daddy Coax loved his flute.” He put up his hand and wiped away a tear.
“Daddy Coax, if you did not spoil the children you would spare them many a punishment,” said one of the stern women, stopping upon the threshold and turning round to speak. She had a load of children tucked under each arm. They might kick as much as they liked; it did not trouble her. She held them tight as a vise.
114“It was their fun. Indeed I liked it,” said Daddy Coax apologetically.
“Don’t put your foot into Punishment Land,” continued the stern woman. “Once you were allowed in, and you nearly ruined the place. Take my word for it, Daddy Coax, you are a goose, and the children know it. As for you,” she went on, addressing Kitty, “you had better run away, or you will be spoiled too.”
“Well, she is severe,” thought Kitty; “but she is right.”
She watched the old woman with the load of children under each arm striding down a long road that led away from Daddy Coax’s door.
“That must be the way to Punishment Land. Oh! I should like to see that land!” cried Kitty.
Daddy Coax, bruised, tattered, looking as if he had just come out of a dreadful railway accident, was picking up, with trembling hands, the fragments of his broken flute. Kitty ran to him, helped him in his search; then led him 115gently back to his chair, threw her arms round his neck, and gave him a kiss.
“Good-by, dear Daddy Coax, I am going to Punishment Land—just for a peep.”
She heard him give an exclamation77 of remonstrance78; but she would not stop to listen. She ran out into the road.
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49 trotted | |
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56 slipper | |
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57 sobbed | |
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67 rattled | |
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