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There was comfort even in that, though she must not say anything. Jackie leant eagerly forward. Splash! Fell a great rain-drop on the tip of his nose, and a pelting shower quickly followed. Patter, patter, fell the fast-falling rain on the leaves above the children's heads, sprinkling Mary's yellow hair and Jackie's best velveteen suit. "We must go in," he said; "all the others have gone.
Everybody knew by this time that they had seen the celebrated "train robbers." Jackie Blake was half dressed when he leaped to his feet with an exclamation so loud that those preceding it were whispers. "Holy smoke!" fell from his lips; and then he dashed across the green to the women's dressing tent. "Cora! Cora! Come out!" "I can't," came back in muffled tones.
There was always a pleasant uncertainty as to what might be found at Greenop's, for he sometimes launched out in an unexpected manner. He often had lop-eared rabbits to sell, and Jackie had once seen a monkey there: as for pigeons, there was not a variety you could mention which Greenop could not at once produce.
And yet, though her earliest recollections were of these, she did not in truth belong to them; they were not her people, and sunny Wensdale was not her place; Maggie was her mother, and cold, grey Haworth on the hillside was her real home. It was, as Jackie had said, a most puzzling thing, and the important question arose would Mary have to go away?
"Mercy!" said Sweetclover, and she began to sob. "If you're going to begin to cry," said Kernel Cob, "I'm going to give up," but the Villain whispered something kindly in Sweetclover's ear, and she stopped at once, for the Villain had more patience, and knew how to comfort her. "Maybe I can help you to escape from here," said Jackie Tar, "and maybe I can't, but I can try.
So they got out of the gondola and walked across the square, for there wasn't anybody to be seen at so early an hour in the morning. And a great number of pigeons were flying about. Thousands and thousands of them. And Jackie Tar had a wonderful idea. "Let's ask the pigeons if they will help us." "Goodie!" said Sweetclover.
And then they got to talking one against the other the same as they belong, and they'd soon got back to the same old talk whether Jackie Fisher was the finest admiral who ever lived or no use at all. 'What's the good in your talking to me? old man Timbury was saying.
And the Lady Alice came in with three dogs on a leash, and Jackie, who ran to kiss his grandmother, while Boxall brought in a telegram, and Jacob was given a good cigar. A few moments before a horse jumps it slows, sidles, gathers itself together, goes up like a monster wave, and pitches down on the further side. Hedges and sky swoop in a semicircle.
"Now, would you mind holding it up to your lips, as if you were going to make believe take it?" asked Uncle Wiggily. "Mind you, don't you dare take a drop of it. Just hold the cup to your lips, but don't swallow any." "Why do you want me to do that?" asked Jackie, as he did what Uncle Wiggily asked.
"A sole and a nice piece of steak; I'm sure you'll like it. I've a lot to talk to you about. Do stop, Bill, to please me." She was very winning in her quiet, grave way, so he took her in his arms, kissed her, and said he would stop, that no one could cook a sole as she could, that it gave him an appetite to think of it. "And may I stop with father while you are cooking his dinner?" said Jackie.
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