: Ilman menestyksettä Joulukertomus by Collins Wilkie Dickens Charles - England Social life and customs 19th century Fiction

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POLLY IN THE SOUTHWEST

NEWS FROM DODO

Mr. Dalken's southern cruise had come to an end, much to Polly's and Eleanor's regret. Though there had been discomforts and many unlooked for incidents throughout the voyage to the West Indies, and to both coasts of South America, the entire yachting party had thoroughly enjoyed the long pleasure trip.

"What an awful din!" exclaimed Eleanor, closing her ears with her forefingers.

"I only wish we were back in Buenos Aires--they never make such a deafening racket there," added Jack, frowning, as a pushcart owner bawled his wares directly back of the young dandy's ear.

Jack's friends laughed appreciatively at the foreigner's timely shout, and Jack scowled at the unconscious offender. Then, as if to provide still more amusement for the members of the party,--excepting Jack, of course,--the Italian tried to avoid a mud-puddle in the asphalt, just as the young New Yorker sprang lightly over it. The result was Jack collided with the rickety cart, which was filled with over-ripe bananas and lemons.

The unexpected blow from the corner of the cart sent Jack sprawling upon the street, and the pyramid of fruit descended instantaneously upon him, then bounced in every direction, giving the ever-present street urchins an unusual treat.

Eleanor, the irrepressible, began to sing: "Yes, we have no bananas," but this ridiculous ditty failed to calm Jack's annoyance. The laughter from not only his friends, but from every one who had witnessed the funny episode, made him turn upon the outraged vendor.

"What do you mean, by running me down like that?" demanded Jack, glaring at the still petrified foreigner. As though this demand loosed the pent-up torrent of the man's grief, he deluged the cosmos with his heart-wrung lamentations. Mr. Dalken and Mrs. Courtney understood Italian, and they could sympathize with the poor man, whose tale of woe might have melted a stone image. Even Jack could not cope with the volubility of the peddler.

Finally, Mr. Dalken stepped over and took out his wallet. Instantly, the bereaved man's face changed its expression, and his voice died down to a murmur of anticipation.

"Here's a ten dollar bill, my man. See to it that your eleven children, now dependent upon your fruit-sales, are comfortably fed to-day. You say they have had nothing to eat for three days--not even such bad fruit as you have on sale--so I am sending this to them." As he handed the money to the vendor, the Italian broke forth in a new strain--one of heaping blessings upon the great monseigneur, the bounteous gentleman!

"I just know he will pick up every lemon and black banana he can find the moment we are out of sight!" declared Nancy Fabian, smiling as she touched upon the truth.

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