Little Nell

"Little Nell" is a central character from Charles Dickens' novel "The Old Curiosity Shop," published in 1840-1841. The story follows the life of young Nell Trent, a kind-hearted and innocent girl who lives with her grandfather in a curiosity shop in London. The novel explores themes of poverty, hardship, and the loss of innocence as Nell navigates a world filled with both kindness and cruelty. As her grandfather's health declines, their struggles lead them on a poignant journey filled with adversity, showcasing Dickens' characteristic empathy for the downtrodden and his commentary on social issues of the time. Ultimately, the tale is both a tender portrayal of familial love and a harrowing examination of fate and virtue.

• Children

								
The house was one of those receptacles for old and curious things, which
seem to crouch in odd corners of the town; and in the old, dark, murky
rooms, there lived alone together an old man and a child--his
grandchild, little Nell. Solitary and monotonous as was her life, the
innocent and cheerful spirit of the child found happiness in all things,
and through the dim rooms of the old curiosity shop little Nell went
singing, moving with gay and lightsome step.

But gradually over the old man, to whom she was so tenderly attached,
there stole a sad change. He became thoughtful, dejected, and wretched.
He had no sleep or rest but that which he took by day in his easy chair;
for every night, and all night long, he was away from home.

At last a raging fever seized him, and as he lay delirious or insensible
through many weeks, Nell learned that the house which sheltered them was
theirs no longer; that in the future they would be very poor; that they
would scarcely have bread to eat.

At length the old man began to mend, but his mind was weakened. As the
time drew near when they must leave the house, he made no reference to
the necessity of finding other shelter. But a change came upon him one
evening, as he and Nell sat silently together.

"Let us speak softly, Nell," he said. "Hush! for if they knew our
purpose they would say that I was mad, and take thee from me. We will
not stop here another day. We will travel afoot through the fields and
woods, and trust ourselves to God in the places where He dwells."

The child's heart beat high with hope and confidence. To her it seemed
that they might beg their way from door to door in happiness, so that
they were together.

When the day began to glimmer they stole out of the house, and passing
into the street stood still.

"Which way?" asked the child.

The old man looked irresolutely and helplessly at her, and shook his
head. It was plain that she was thenceforth his guide and leader. The
child felt it, but had no doubts or misgivings, and putting her hand in
his, led him gently away.

They passed through the long, deserted streets, until these streets
dwindled away, and the open country was about them. They walked all day,
and slept that night at a small cottage where beds were let to
travellers. The sun was setting on the second day of their journey,
when, following a path which led to the town where they were to spend
the night, they fell in with two travelling showmen, bound for the races
at a neighboring town.

They made two long days' journey with their new companions. The men were
rough and strange in their ways, but they were kindly, too; and in the
bewildering noise and movement of the race-course, where she tried to
sell some little nosegays, Nell would have clung to them for protection,
had she not learned that these men suspected that she and the old man
had left their home secretly, and that they meant to take steps to have
them sent back and taken care of. Separation from her grandfather was
the greatest evil Nell could dread. She seized her opportunity to evade
the watchfulness of the two men, and hand in hand she and the old man
fled away together.

That night they reached a little village in a woody hollow. The village
schoolmaster, attracted by the child's sweetness and modesty, gave them
a lodging for the night; nor would he let them leave him until two days
more had passed.

They journeyed on when the time came that they must wander forth again,
by pleasant country lanes. The afternoon had worn away into a beautiful
evening, when they came to a caravan drawn up by the road. It was a
smart little house upon wheels, and at the door sat a stout and
comfortable lady, taking tea. The tea-things were set out upon a drum,
covered with a white napkin. And there, as if at the most convenient
table in the world, sat this roving lady, taking her tea and enjoying
the prospect. Of this stout lady Nell ventured to ask how far it was to
the neighboring town. And the lady, noticing that the tired child could
hardly repress a tear at hearing that eight weary miles lay still before
them, not only gave them tea, but offered to take them on in the
caravan.

Now this lady of the caravan was the owner of a wax-work show, and her
name was Mrs. Jarley. She offered Nell employment in pointing out the
figures in the wax-work show to the visitors who came to see it,
promising in return both board and lodging for the child and her
grandfather, and some small sum of money. This offer Nell was thankful
to accept, and for some time her life and that of the poor, vacant, fond
old man, passed quietly and almost happily.

One night Nell and her grandfather went out to walk. A terrible
thunder-storm coming on, they were forced to take refuge in a small
public-house where men played cards. The old man watched them with
increasing interest and excitement, until his whole appearance underwent
a complete change. His face was flushed and eager, his teeth set. He
seized Nell's little purse, and in spite of her entreaties joined in the
game, gambling with such a savage thirst for gain that the distressed
and frightened child could almost better have borne to see him dead. The
night was far advanced before the play came to an end, and they were
forced to remain where they were until the morning. And in the night the
child was awakened from her troubled sleep to find a figure in the room.
It was her grandfather himself, his white face pinched and sharpened by
the greediness which made his eyes unnaturally bright, counting the
money of which his hands were robbing her.

Evening after evening, after that night, the old man would steal away,
not to return until the night was far spent, demanding, wildly, money.
And at last there came an hour when the child overheard him, tempted
beyond his feeble powers of resistence, undertake to find more money to
feed the desperate passion which had laid hold upon his weakness by
robbing Mrs. Jarley.

That night the child took her grandfather by the hand and led him forth;
sustained by one idea--that they were flying from disgrace and crime,
and that her grandfather's preservation must depend solely upon her
firmness; the old man following as though she had been an angel
messenger sent to lead him where she would.

They slept in the open air that night, and on the following morning some
men offered to take them a long distance on their barge. These men,
though they were not unkindly, drank and quarrelled among themselves, to
Nell's inexpressible terror. It rained, too, heavily, and she was wet
and cold. At last they reached the great city whither the barge was
bound, and here they wandered up and down, being now penniless, and
watched the faces of those who passed, to find among them a ray of
encouragement or hope.

They laid down that night, and the next night too, with nothing between
them and the sky; a penny loaf was all they had had that day, and when

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