katy rose the next morning bright and early, and her heart was full of hope. she felt that she had a great work to perform, and she was going forth to do it, resolved that no obstacle should turn her back. her mother had told her that she would be laughed at, and made fun of; that thoughtless people would look down upon her with contempt, and that wicked ones would insult her. she was, therefore, prepared for all these trials, but she had braced herself up to meet them with courage and fortitude.
her mother was sick, and they were actually in a suffering condition. what right had she to be proud in her poverty? she felt able to support her mother, and she could find no excuse, if she wished to do so, for not supporting her. it was her duty, therefore, to sell candy if she could get money by it; and thus consideration strengthened her heart.
katy had been to the public school and to the sunday school until her mother was taken sick; and though she was only eleven years old, she had a very good idea of her moral and religious duties. "honor thy father and thy mother," the commandment says; and she could think of no better way to obey the divine precept than to support her mother when there was no one else upon whom she could rely. little by little their earthly possessions had passed away. mrs. redburn had never learned how to save money; and when the day of adversity came, her funds were soon exhausted. she had no friends to whom she dared reveal her poverty, and when want came to the door, she was too proud to beg. hoping for better days, she had sold most of her best dresses, and those of katy. the small sums raised by these sacrifices were soon used up; and when the daughter could no longer make a decent appearance, she was required to show herself much more than ever before. katy did not repine at this, though her mother did, for their pride, as my young friends have discovered, was of very different kinds.
katy did wish she had a little better dress, and a little better bonnet for her first attempt in the mercantile calling; but there was no help for it. she had mended her clothes as well as she could, and as they were clean, she was pretty well satisfied with her personal appearance. besides, people would not be half so apt to buy her candy if she were well dressed, as if she were rather plainly clothed. in short, it was all for the best.
after breakfast she prepared herself for the duties of the day. her heart beat violently with anxiety and expectation, and while she was placing the candy on the tray, which she had previously covered with white paper to render her wares the more inviting, her mother gave her a long lecture on the trials and difficulties in her path, and the proper way to encounter them.
"now, my dear child," said mrs. redburn, in conclusion "if any evil person insults you, do not resent it, but run away as fast as you can."
"shan't i say anything, mother?"
"not a word."
"but if some naughty boy or girl, no bigger than i am myself, should be saucy to me, i think i can give them as good as they send."
"don't do it, katy."
"they have no business to insult me."
"that is very true; but when you use bad or violent language to them, you go down to their level."
"but if they begin it?"
"no matter, katy; if they are unkind and wicked, it is no reason that you should be unkind and wicked. if you leave them without resenting their insults, the chances are that they will be ashamed of themselves before you get out of sight. you need not be low and vile because others are."
"i guess you are right, mother."
"you know what the bible says: 'if thine enemy hunger, feed him; if he thirst, give him drink, for in so doing thou shalt heap coals of fire on his head.'"
"i won't say a word, mother, whatever they say to me. i'll be as meek as moses."
"i hope you will not be gone long," added mrs. redburn.
"i have thirty sticks of candy here. i don't think it will take me long to sell the whole of them. i shall be back by dinner time whether i sell them or not for you know i must go to mrs. gordon again to-day. now, good-by, mother, and don't you worry about me, for i will do everything just as though you were looking at me."
katy closed the door behind her, and did not see the great tears that slid down her mother's pale cheek as she departed. it was well she did not, for it would have made her heart very sad to know all the sorrow and anxiety that distressed her mother as she saw her going out into the crowded streets of a great city, to expose herself to a thousand temptations. she wept long and bitterly in the solitude of her chamber, and perhaps her wounded pride caused many of her tears to flow. but better thoughts came at last, and she took up the bible which lay on the bed, and read a few passages. then she prayed to god that he would be with katy in the midst of the crowd, and guide her safely through the perils and temptations that would assail her. she tried to banish her foolish pride, when she considered her circumstances, she could almost believe it was a wicked pride; but when she endeavored to be reconciled to her lot, the thought of her father's fine house, and the servants that used to wait upon her, came up, and the struggle in her heart was very severe. in spite of all she had said to katy about the disgrace of selling candy in the streets, she could not but be thankful that the poor girl had none of her foolish pride. she read in the new testament about the lowly life which jesus and the apostles led, and then asked herself what right she had to be proud. and thus she struggled through the long hours she remained alone—trying to be humble, trying to be good and true. those who labor and struggle as hard as she did are always the better for it, even though they do not achieve a perfect triumph over the passions that torment them.
katy blushed when she met the keeper of the grocery at the corner of the court, for in spite of all her fine talk about false pride, she had not entirely banished it from her heart. some queer ideas came into her head as she thought what she was doing. what would her grandfather, the rich liverpool merchant, say, should he meet her then? of course he would not know her; he would be ashamed of her. but she did not permit such reflections as these to influence her; and as soon as she was conscious of the nature of her thoughts she banished them.
"i'm going to support my mother, and i have no right to be proud. if i meet my grandfather, i should like to sell him twenty sticks of candy."
"hallo, katy! what are you going to do?" said a voice behind, which she recognized as that of her friend tommy howard.
"i'm going to sell this candy," replied katy.
"you're a spunky one; mother told me all about it. i should like two sticks," said tommy, as he offered her the money.
"take two, tommy, and as many more as you like."
"two is all i want;" and he placed the two cents on the tray.
"no, tommy, i won't take your money," replied katy, with a blush, for she felt ashamed to take his money.
"that's no way to trade," laughed tommy. "you won't make much, it you do so. keep the money and i will keep the candy."
"i can't keep it, tommy."
"you must; if you don't take the money, i won't take the candy."
"i owe you two cents, tommy. i will pay you now."
"no, you don't!"
"please to take them; i shall feel very bad, if you don't."
tommy howard looked her in the eye a moment; he saw a tear there. her pride was wounded, and he took the two cents from the tray, for he did not wish to give her pain.
"now, we are square, tommy," said katy, as her face brightened up again.
"yes, we are, but i don't like it pretty well. one of these days, when you get out of this scrape, i will let you give me as much candy as you have a mind to."
this was very obliging of tommy; and when katy understood his motive, she was sorry she had not permitted him to pay for the candy, for she saw that he did not feel just right about the transaction. it was not exactly mercantile, but then the heart comes before commerce. as she walked along, she could not help thinking that her natural generosity might seriously interfere with the profits of her enterprise. she had a great many friends; and it became a knotty question for her to decide whether, if she met any of her school companions, she should give each of them a stick of candy. she would like to do so very much indeed; but it was certain she could not afford to pursue such a liberal policy. it was a hard question, and, hoping she should not meet any of her schoolmates, she determined to refer it to her mother for settlement.
when she got into washington street, she felt that the time for action had come. now was the time to sell candy; and yet she did not feel like asking folks to buy her wares. the night before, as she lay thinking about her business, it had all seemed very easy to her; but now it was quite a different thing. no one seemed to take any notice of her, or to feel the least interest in the great mission she had undertaken. but katy was aware that it requires some effort in these days to sell goods, and she must work; she must ask people to buy her candy.
there was a nice-looking gentleman, with a good-natured face, coming down the street, and she resolved to make a beginning with him. he couldn't say much more than no to her, and she placed herself in a position to accost him. but when he came near enough, her courage all oozed out, and she let him pass without speaking to him.
"what a fool i am!" exclaimed she to herself when he had passed. "i shall never do anything in this way. there comes another gentleman who looks as though he had a sweet tooth; at any rate, he seems as good-natured as a pound of sugar. i will certainly try him."
her heart pounded against her ribs as though it had been worked by a forty-horse engine—poor girl. it was a great undertaking to her; quite as great as taking a six-story granite warehouse, piling it full of merchandise from cellar to attic, and announcing himself as ready for business, to a child of a larger growth. everything seemed to hang on the issues of that tremendous moment.
"buy some candy?" said she, in tremulous tones, her great, swelling heart almost choking her utterance.
"no, child. i don't want any," replied the gentleman, kindly, as he glanced at the tray on which the candy had been so invitingly spread.
"it is very nice," stammered katy; "and perhaps your children at home would like some, if you do not."
bravo, katy! that was very well done, though the gentleman was an old bachelor, and could not appreciate the full force of your argument.
"are you sure it is very nice?" asked the gentleman, with a benevolent smile, when he had laughed heartily at katy's jumping conclusion.
"i know it is," replied the little candy merchant, very positively.
"then you may give me six sticks;" and he threw a fourpence on her tray.
six sticks! katy was astonished at the magnitude of her first commercial transaction. visions of wealth, a fine house, and silk dresses for her mother and herself, danced through her excited brain, and she thought that her grandfather, the great liverpool merchant, would not have been ashamed of her if he had been present to witness that magnificent operation.
"have you any paper to wrap it up in?" asked the gentleman.
here was an emergency for which katy had not provided. her grandest expectations had not extended beyond the sale of one stick at a time, and she was not prepared for such a rush of trade. however, she tore off a piece from one of the white sheets at the bottom of the tray, wrapped up the six sticks as nicely as she could, and handed them to the gentleman, who then left her to find another customer.
katy, elated by her first success, ran home as fast as she could to procure some more white paper, of which she had a dozen sheets that had been given her by a friend. it was in the back room, so that she did not disturb her mother, choosing to astonish her with the whole story of her success at noon.
