Miss Scrimp was unusually cross that night at the supper table. There was less than the usual quantity of thin-sliced bread and butter on the table. The butter, ever scanty1, was less by two plates, and the crackers3 altogether missing. When the boarders answered the cracked bell, and Hattie Butler took her usual seat close on her right, Miss Scrimp quite forgot to say, as she generally did, “good-evening, dear.”
Miss Scrimp was all out of sorts, and she evidently didn’t care who knew it—or, perhaps, meant they all should know it. One of the girls, Wild Kate, the rest called her, she was ever so odd, willful, and daring, happened to ask why the table was like a worn-out whip-lash, and as no one could respond to the conundrum4, she gave the solution herself. She said there was no cracker2 on it.
“There’s no need of crackers when such snappish things are around as you are!” shrieked5 Miss Scrimp.
“This butter was made from milk that came from a very old cow. I’ve found three gray hairs in a very small piece, just enough to match the wafer-like thickness of this stale bread,” said Kate, never at a loss for a venomous reply when attacked by Miss Scrimp.
“Them that doesn’t like what I set before ’em can go farther and maybe fare worse,” snarled6 Miss Scrimp.
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As half the girls were tittering over the points Kate had made, the latter was satisfied for the time, and Miss Scrimp’s last fling fell on heedless ears.
In a little time the table was literally7 cleared, for girls who have toiled8 all day, with but a slender, cold lunch for dinner, cannot but be hungry at night.
When the table was deserted9 poor Jessie looked in vain for a scrap10 for her supper. Miss Scrimp saw it, but she felt too cross and ugly to care, and so poor Jessie went without any supper, while Biddy Lanigan and her mistress, as usual, had their strong tea and extra dishes.
“Never mind, I’ve got Miss Hattie’s letter in my bosom11, and I’ll tell all about the old cat, and how she opened it, and what she threatened to do to me if I told.”
She could hardly wait to help clear up the table and wash the dishes, so eager was she to get up to Hattie’s room. But the work was done at last, and Jessie, after her usual round of abuse from Biddy Lanigan, was sent off to bed, with orders to be astir before daylight, and ready to go to market.
Now was her chance to see Hattie, for she had to pass Hattie’s room on her way to the miserable13 closet in the attic14 loft15, where she slept.
A trembling rap on the door of Hattie’s bedroom elicited16 a response in the sweet, low voice of the bindery girl.
“Come in! Why, Little Jessie, is it you? Come in, dear, I have a nice bit of cake for you that I bought as I was coming home.”
“Dear Miss Hattie, I thank you ever so much, but[52] I’m not hungry, though I haven’t had any supper. I’ve so much to tell you. Here is a letter the postman brought to-day!”
And Jessie took the torn and crumpled17 letter from its hiding-place in the bosom of her ragged18 dress.
“Why, Jessie, it has been opened!” exclaimed Hattie, in surprise, and an angry flush overspread her face.
“Yes, Miss Hattie, and I went in and got it where it had been hidden, or you would never have seen it!” said Jessie, “and if I am whipped to death for it, I’ll tell you all about it.”
And bravely the poor little bound girl told the whole story, even as we already know it.
“The cowardly, meddling19, contemptible20 wretch21!” was a very natural ejaculation, and it came from Hattie’s lips.
But when she read the brief letter, and saw that neither place, date, address nor signature was inside, a gleam of satisfaction took place of the shadow on her face.
“Miss Scrimp has gained nothing by her audacious act,” she said. “But it is necessary that I should teach her a lesson. I will write a note to her, which you will take down to her. Leave it on her table, and instantly go to your own room. If I need you I will call you.”
“And you will not let her whip me, will you, Miss Hattie?”
“No, Jessie. If she but offers to raise a finger to you, or speaks even an unkind word to you for what you have done for me, I will send her to prison for what she has done. Have no fear, my poor little dear. I will protect you, and see that hereafter you[53] are better treated than you have ever been before in this house. And soon you shall tell me all you know about yourself, as you promised me once you would, and perhaps if you have parents living I can help you to find them.”
“Oh, Miss Hattie if ever there was an angel on earth you’re that one,” said Jessie, trembling all over with joy.
Hattie turned to her table, and wrote in a plain, but elegant hand, these words on a slip of paper:
“Miss Hattie Butler desires to see Miss Scrimp in her room up stairs immediately on very important business.”
“Now take the cake I got for you, and put it in your pocket to eat when you get to your own room, and then take this note and lay it on Miss Scrimp’s table, and come right away before she can call you back to question you,” said Hattie.
“Please, Miss Hattie, I haven’t got any pockets in my dress. Miss Scrimp wouldn’t let me have any pockets in ’em for fear I’d put in crackers or something when I’m hungry, and that is very often.”
“Then run and put it under your pillow before you go down stairs,” said Hattie, smiling.
“Please, there’s no pillow to my bed. But I’ll hide it among the rags there, and eat it so thankfully, for I am real hungry, since I told you what Miss Scrimp did and how I saw it.”
And Jessie went and hid the cake, which was to be her only supper, and then quickly returned for the note.
She ran down stairs light as a kitten, and finding Miss Scrimp’s door ajar looked in and saw that lady—pardon the name—busy over the book in which she kept her boarding accounts.
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Jessie slipped in, dropped the paper over Miss Scrimp’s shoulder on the table, and was out of the room so quickly that Miss Scrimp did not know who brought the note.
But she trembled and turned pale when she read it.
“I wonder if that little brat22 of a bound girl has dared to tell her about the letter?” she ejaculated. “No,” she continued, “it can’t be that. Jess knows I’d skin her alive if she told, and she’d bite her tongue off first. I’ll bet Miss Hattie wants to take a room lower down, now that she is getting more than twice as much money a week as any other girl in the house gets. That’s it; I’ll go right up. She is real good pay, always cash down the day it is due, and no grumbling23. I’ll give her the best room in the house, and turn that saucy24 Kate Marmont away, if she objects to giving it up. I wish I’d set Biddy Lanigan a-going at her to-night; she would have wished the gray hairs in her butter had got cross ways in her throat before she talked about ’em.”
And Miss Scrimp closed up her old account book, took up her hand-lamp, and started up the steep, narrow, and dirty stairs toward Hattie Butler’s room. She had been so surprised that she had not even asked herself who could have left the note, nor even thought how it came floating down on her table.
Almost breathless, she reached the landing in front of Hattie’s room, and knocked at the door.
“Come in,” said Hattie, in a clear, distinct tone.
Hattie was sitting on her bed; her only chair was between her and the door, near the table, and when Miss Scrimp took the seat Hattie pointed25 to, the[55] lamp-light from both her lamp and Hattie’s on the table, fell strong on her angular, ugly face.
“I got your note, and came up quick as I could, dear,” said Miss Scrimp, the moment she could gather breath enough to speak.
“I suppose you’ve made up your mind to change your room and something better, now you’re making ever so much money—eh, dear?” continued Miss Scrimp.
“No, my business with you is of more importance than a change of rooms. It may cause a change of residence for you, Miss Scrimp.”
“For me?” cried the ancient maiden27, turning whiter than the pillow-case on which Hattie rested her hand. “I can’t understand you, dear.”
“I will try to make my meaning quite plain before this interview is over, Miss Scrimp. Did the postman leave a letter here for me to-day?”
“The postman!” fairly gasped28 Miss Scrimp, her eyes a pale green, her face ghastly in its hue29. “I haven’t seen the postman to-day!”
“No matter whether you saw him or not. I ask a plain question in plain words. Did the postman leave a letter here for me to-day?”
“If he did he didn’t leave it with me. And if that’s all you’ve made me climb them dreadful stairs for I don’t thank you. So now!”
“Be a little cautious and a trifle more respectful, Miss Scrimp!” said Hattie sternly.
“Respectful? Suppose I ought to be to the cheapest boarder I’ve got in the house. I’m not going to stay here to be insulted by a bindery girl.”
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And the angry spinster arose, and with her lamp in her hand started for the door.
“Stop! Come back and sit down, or I will go for a police officer and have you arrested for an offense32 which will land you in the State prison!” cried Hattie.
“Police officer—arrest me?” gasped Miss Scrimp.
But she came back, put her lamp on the table, and sat down.
“Now tell me what you want. Don’t try to scare a poor, nervous old creetur like me—please don’t, Miss Hattie.”
“I want the letter I know was brought to this house by the regular letter carrier to-day!”
“Dear me, Miss Hattie, I’ve told you again and again I haven’t seen any letter-carrier to-day.”
“Nor any letter for me, Miss Scrimp?”
“Will you swear on the Bible you have not had a letter for me in your possession to-day, Miss Scrimp?”
And Hattie reached beneath her pillow for the Sacred Book, which she ever read for a few minutes each night before she closed her eyes in sleep.
“You’ve no right to make me swear. I’ve told you I haven’t seen no letter of yours, Miss Hattie, and that ought to satisfy you.”
“But it does not, Miss Scrimp. Your hesitation34, if I had no other proof, would condemn35 you. Now I know you had a letter of mine in your hands to-day, and I want it.”
“I hain’t got any letter of yours to give you.”
“Then you will force me to get an officer and have you arrested. I would have saved you the disgrace if I could, but since you are obstinate36 I will[57] let the law take its course. You can go to your room. I will go for an officer.”
“Dear me, maybe some one has laid a letter for you down in my room. If they have, I’ll go and bring it to you,” said Miss Scrimp, now thoroughly37 frightened by the determined air and spirit of our heroine.
“Go, then, and look for it,” said Hattie. “But remember, Miss Scrimp, if you are not here with the letter in just ten minutes, I will wait no longer. I will not have my letters tampered38 with when the law protects me in my rights.”
“I’ll find—I’m sure I’ll find it,” gasped the trembling spinster, and she tottered39 to the door and went down stairs, shaking from head to foot, leaving the door open in her haste.
“May I come in just one second?” asked Little Jessie, who now showed herself at the door, with her cake, half gone, in her hand.
“No, dear, not till I am through with her,” said Hattie. “I don’t want her to see you, or ever know how I found my letter, if I can help it.”
“Oh, wasn’t it fun to see her turn white and green and shake all over?” said Jessie. “This cake is just awful good, Miss Hattie, but I’d go hungry to bed every night of my life just to see that old heathen get such a scare.”
“There, there, run to your room, like a good, dear Little Jess,” cried Hattie. “I hear the old thing shuffling40 up stairs again. I’ll see what new device she offers to stave off her fate, and then, as the soldiers say, I’ll unmask my battery.”
Little Jessie vanished, and only just in time, for, wheezing41 and puffing42 like a sick cat, Miss Scrimp[58] came up the stairs, and with a face of an ashen43 hue, entered the room.
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wretch
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