He looked at her a moment doubtfully, then, nettled by her scorn, said, with angry bravado: “I didn’t want to fool with those women, but I’ll make her come back.” “That’s right! Good night.” [Pg 73] [Pg 73] CHAPTER IX. REPENTING AT LEISURE. REPENTING AT LEISURE. “Oh, my poor child, what shall we do now?” Mrs. Fielding exclaimed piteously, when they had reached their poor lodging, which, fortunately, they had not given up, as she sank despondently into the low rocking-chair, which was the only luxurious article of furniture the room contained. Sadie Allen had come with them to the door, and, after a short, whispered conversation with Fair, said good night and went away. Then the mother and daughter had gone quietly upstairs, followed by curious glances from other occupants of the tenement house who happened to be astir, for it was known by every one in the house that the pretty little sewing girl in the fourth story was to be married that night. Shrinking timorously from the curious gaze that followed them, mother and daughter went upstairs and locked themselves into the little room to which they had bid a glad farewell that night, never expecting to lodge in it again, but which[Pg 74] now seemed like a happy haven, a refuge from the sneers of the cold and heartless world. [Pg 74] Then the mother’s disappointment and grief found vent in the cry: “Oh, my poor child, what shall we do now?” Fair was laying off the little white chip hat with the daisy wreath and white ribbon, and at the words she went over to her mother’s side, and, putting her arms around her neck, kissed her tenderly. Then she said bravely: “Do? Why, we must go on just the same as we have been doing. I will go back to-morrow to the factory and apply for the place resigned two days ago.”
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