Teddy

Teddy: The story of a Little Pickle
by John Conran Hutcheson
CHAPTER ONE.
AN INDEPENDENT YOUNG GENTLEMAN.
"I want do d'an'ma!"
This sudden and unexpected exclamation, uttered as it was in a shrill
little voice like that of a piping bullfinch, and coming from nowhere in
particular, as far as he could make out, for he had fancied himself all
alone on the platform, made the tall railway porter almost jump out of
his skin, as he expressed it, startling him out of his seven senses.
He was a stalwart, good-natured, black-bearded giant of a man, clad in
a suit of dunduckety-mud-coloured velveteens, rather the worse for
wear, and smeary with oil and engine-grease, which gave them a sort of
highly- burnished appearance resembling that of a newly-polished
black-leaded stove.
Doing nothing, and thinking of nothing specially, for the three-forty
up-train had gone through the station, and it was a good hour yet before
the five-ten down express was due, he had been lazily leaning in a half-
dreamy and almost dozing state against the side of the booking-office.
From this coign of vantage, he was, as well as his blinking eyes would
allow, gazing out over the rails at the fast-falling flakes of feathery
snow that were quickly covering up the metals and permanent way with
a mantle of white; when, all at once, without a "by your leave," or
seeing or hearing anyone approach, his attention was summarily
brought back to the present by the strange announcement of the shrill
little voice, while, at the same time, he felt the clutch of tiny fingers

twitching at one of the legs of his shiny velveteen trousers, evidently as
a further means of attracting his notice.
The touch made the porter look downwards, when, perceiving that his
unknown interlocutor was a small mite barely reaching up to his knees,
he became more reassured; and, bending his big body so as to bring his
face somewhat on a level with the young person, he proceeded to
interrogate him in familiar fashion.
"Well, my little man," he said, desiring to learn how he might be of
service, for he was a genial willing fellow, and always anxious to
oblige people when he knew how--"what's the matter?"
"I want do d'an'ma!" repeated the small mite in the same piping tones
as before, speaking with the utmost assurance and in the most
matter-of- fact way.
It seemed as if, having now explicitly notified his wants and wishes, he
confidently looked forward, in all the innocent trust of childhood, to
their being instantly acted upon and carried out without any demur or
hesitation.
Jupp, the porter, was quite flabbergasted by the little chap's sang- froid;
so, in order the better to collect his ideas and enable him to judge what
was best to be done under the circumstances, he took off his flat-peaked
uniform cap with one hand and scratched his head reflectively with the
fingers of the other, as is frequently the wont of those possessed of
thick skulls and wits that are apt to go wool- gathering.
The operation appeared to have the effect desired; for, after indulging
in this species of mental and physical cogitation for a moment or two,
Jupp ventured upon asking the mite another question which had
brilliantly suggested itself to him as opportune.
"Where is your grandma, sir?" he inquired with more deference than he
had used before.
"Don-don," replied the small person nonchalantly, as if the point was

quite immaterial, looking the porter calmly and straight in the eyes
unflinchingly, without turning a hair as the saying goes.
Jupp had never come across such a self-possessed young mannikin in
his life before. Why, he might have been the station-master or traffic-
manager, he appeared so much at his ease!
But, he was a little gentleman all the same, Jupp could readily see, in
spite of the fact that his costume was not quite suited for travelling, the
mite being attired in a very prominent and dirty pinafore, while his
chubby face was tear-stained, and he had the look of having come out
in a hurry and being perhaps unprepared for the journey he
contemplated; although, mind you, he had his luggage with him all
right--a small bundle tied up in a large pocket-handkerchief of a
bright-red colour, which he held tightly clasped to his little stomach as
if afraid of its being taken from him.
Jupp hardly knew off-hand how to deal with the case, it being of a more
perplexing nature than had previously come within range of his own
personal experience; still, he had his suspicions, and thought it best to
entertain the young person in conversation for a bit, until he should be
able to find out something about his belongings and where he came
from.