Willie the Waif | Page 2

sight of his little brother, for these two were all the
world to each other.
"I'm so glad you've come 'ome Bob," said Willie. "I've been waitin'
such a long time for yer."
"Poor little chap! I'm a bit late to-day, and I s'pose yer feel lonely. Ain't
yer 'ad no one to play with?"
"No," he replied. "All the boys tease and make such a noise. It makes
my 'ead ache. But it's all right now you've come 'ome," he added
cheerfully.
Bob looked down at the fragile little figure at his side and a great lump
seemed to rise in his throat, almost choking him, as he thought how
thin Willie was; and he wished that he could make haste and grow up to
be a man, so that he could earn a lot of money and buy nice things for
him to eat. "But s'pose Willie should die before then!" The thought was
too dreadful, and he put it away directly it came.
"See, Willie," he said, "what I've got for yer!" and he held up a large
penny bun before the child.
Willie clapped his hands. "Oh, Bob, is that for me, really? Let's sit
down 'ere and eat it."
The child sat down on the kerbstone, pulled his brother down beside
him, and broke the bun in halves. One half he handed to Bob, and
would take no refusal. So the two children soon devoured it between
them.

"I say, Bob," said Willie, when they had finished, "'ave yer 'ad a good
day to-day?"
"No," said Bob sadly. "Yer see there's no mud about and when there's
no mud the people don't take any notice of yer----"
"Oh, dear!" said Willie. "Father'll whack yer. I wish yer 'adn't bought
me the bun."
"I don't, care," responded the other wearily "He may whack me if 'e
likes, it don't matter, you shan't be 'ungry if I can 'elp it. Is father
indoors?"
"Yes," said Willie, beginning to cry, "and I'm so frightened. 'E 'it me
this morning. I dunno what's the matter. 'E's been awful angry all day,
and now 'e'll beat you. Oh, dear! oh, dear!"
Bob's face flushed, and he clenched his hands. For himself he didn't
care, but he did care when anything hurt Willie. He couldn't stand that,
and he wouldn't. He sat still for a moment lost in thought. At last he
sprang up, saying:---"Come on, Willie, we won't go 'ome to-night, we'll
find somewhere to sleep. Father shan't 'it yer again. We'll go right
away."
Willie got up willingly. He had implicit faith in his brother. Whatever
Bob said or did was sure to be right. He followed him without a word
as Bob led the way up one street and down another, till his little legs
began to ache. But it didn't seem as though they could stop, for every
time they sat down on a doorstep the policeman came and told them to
"Move on!" At last Bob turned into the park, and they sat down under a
tree, when Willie soon fell fast asleep. Bob laid the tired little head
against his shoulder, and although he became cramped with sitting so
long in one position, he would not move for fear of waking him.
As he sat there he naturally began to think. What were they going to do?
Whatever happened he would take care of Willie. He would have to
find another crossing, and Willie would have to go with him. At any
rate they would always be together, and nobody should hit Willie again.

He knew his father wouldn't come to look for them. He would be only
too glad to be rid of them. Were all fathers like his? he wondered. He
didn't think so, because he had seen some children running along by the
side of their father, and they even laughed and looked as though they
were glad. He laughed sometimes at some of the queer things Willie
said, but he never laughed if his father was there. No, they couldn't all
be alike.
As he sat there thinking, it had become quite dark, and presently he
heard the park-keeper calling, "All out!" Very gently he roused the
little sleeper, and again they trudged along, on and on, till at last they
found themselves at Covent Garden Market, and there Bob resolve to
stay for the night. They crept into an empty barrel, and locked in each
other's arms they were soon fast asleep.
CHAPTER II
A FRIEND IN NEED
The two boys were awake early next for business begins early in
Covent Garden, and they soon had to leave the shelter of their barrel,
for barrels had to be used for other purposes than to serve as bedrooms
for little boys. Besides, Bob