Nothin' but quiet an'
lambs an' birds an' things growin.'
Me, I likes things goin' on. I likes
people an' 'and organs an' 'buses. I'd
stay 'ere--same as I told YOU," with
a jerk of her hand toward Dart.
"An' do things in the court--if
I 'ad a bit o' money. I don't want
to live no gay life when I 'm a woman.
It's too 'ard. Us pore uns ends too
bad. Wisht I knowed I could get
on some 'ow."
"Good 'll come," said Miss
Montaubyn. "Just you say the same as
me every mornin'--`Good's fillin'
the world, an' some of it's comin' to
me. It 's bein' sent--an' I 'm goin'
to meet it. It 's comin'--it 's
comin'.' " She bent forward and touched
the girl's shoulder with her astonishing
eyes alight. "Bless yer, wot's
in my room's in yours; Lor', yes."
Glad's eyes stared into hers, they
became mysteriously, almost awesomely,
astonishing also.
"Is it?" she breathed in a hushed
voice.
"Yes, Lor', yes! When yer get
up in the mornin' you just stand still
an' ARST it. `Speak, Lord,' ses you;
`speak, Lord--' "
"Thy servant 'eareth," ended
Glad's hushed speech. "Blimme,
but I 'm goin' to try it!"
Perhaps the brain of her saw it
still as an incantation, perhaps the
soul of her, called up strangely out
of the dark and still new-born and
blind and vague, saw it vaguely and
half blindly as something else.
Dart was wondering which of
these things were true.
"We've never been expectin'
nothin' that's good," said Miss
Montaubyn.
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