Sowing Seeds in Danny | Page 5

wonderin' and faraway I could see that she thought I wasn't there at all
at all, and me farninst her all the time--no childer, dear, don't be thinkin'
of it, and Pearlie, I think ye'd better not be puttin' notions inter their
heads. Yer father wouldn't like it. Well Danny, me man, how goes it?"
went on Mrs. Watson, as her latest born was eating his rather scanty
supper. "It's not skim milk and dhry bread ye'd be havin', if you were
her child this night, but taffy candy filled wid nuts and chunks o' cake
as big as yer head." Whereupon Danny wailed dismally, and had to be
taken from his chair and have the "Little Boy Blue" sung to him, before
he could be induced to go on with his supper.
The next morning when Jimmy brought the milk to Mrs. Francis's back
door the dark-eyed girl with the "smiley" teeth let him in, and set a
chair beside the kitchen stove for him to warm his little blue hands.
While she was emptying the milk into the pitcher with the birds on it,

Mrs. Francis, with a wonderful pink kimono on, came into the kitchen.
"Who is this boy, Camilla?" she asked, regarding Jimmy with a critical
gaze.
"This is Master James Watson, Mrs. Francis," answered Camilla with
her pleasant smile. "He brings the milk every morning."
"Oh yes; of course, I remember now," said Mrs. Francis, adjusting her
glasses. "How old is the baby, James?"
"Danny is it?" said Jim. "He's four come March."
"Is he very sweet and cunning James, and do you love him very
much?"
"Oh, he's all right," Jim answered sheepishly.
"It is a great privilege to have a little brother like Daniel. You must be
careful to set before him a good example of honesty and sobriety. He
will be a man some day, and if properly trained he may be a useful
factor in the uplifting and refining of the world. I love little children,"
she went on rapturously, looking at Jimmy as if he wasn't there at all,
"and I would love to train one, for service in the world to uplift and
refine."
"Yes ma'am," said Jimmy. He felt that something was expected of him,
but he was not sure what.
"Will you bring Daniel to see me to-morrow, James?" she said, as
Camilla handed him his pail. "I would like to speak to his young mind
and endeavour to plant the seeds of virtue and honesty in that fertile
soil."
When Jimmy got home he told Pearlie of his interview with the pink
lady, as much as he could remember. The only thing that he was sure of
was that she wanted to see Danny, and that she had said something
about planting seeds in him.

Jimmy and Pearlie thought it best not to mention Danny's proposed
visit to their mother, for they knew that she would be fretting about his
clothes, and would be sitting up mending and sewing for him when she
should be sleeping. So they resolved to say "nothin' to nobody."
The next day their mother went away early to wash for the Methodist
minister's wife, and that was always a long day's work.
Then the work of preparation began on Danny. A wash-basin full of
snow was put on the stove to melt, and Danny was put in the high chair
which was always the place of his ablutions.
Pearlie began to think aloud. "Bugsey, your stockin's are the best. Off
wid them, Mary, and mend the hole in the knees of them, and, Bugsey,
hop into bed for we'll be needin' your pants anyway. It's awful stylish
for a little lad like Danny to be wearin' pants under his dresses, and
now what about boots? Let's see yours, Patsey. They're all gone in the
uppers, and Billy's are too big, even if they were here, but they're off to
school on him. I'll tell you what Mary, hurry up wid that sock o' Ted's
and we'll draw them on him over Bugsey's boots and purtind they're
overstockin's, and I'll carry him all the way so's not to dirty them."
Mary stopped her dish-washing, and drying her hands on the thin towel
that hung over the looking glass, found her knitting and began to knit at
the top of her speed.
"Isn't it good we have that dress o' his, so good yet, that he got when we
had all of yez christened. Put the irons on there Mary; never mind, don't
stop your knittin'. I'll do it myself. We'll press it out a bit, and we can
put ma's handkerchief, the one pa gev her for Christmas, around his
neck, sort o' sailor collar style, to show he's a boy. And now the