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In a farmhouse near are the remains of Chelvey Court, once the residence of the Tynte family, who have memorials in the church. Chelwood, a small parish 2 m. S.E. of Pensford. Cheriton, North, a pleasant village 3 m. S.W. of Wincanton. It has a restored church, which preserves a pulpit of Charles I.'s time , and a tub font. The screen is, in the main, modern, though part dates from the 15th cent.
It had a little river flowing through it, and a little grey church standing on a hill, and a rose-covered vicarage, a blacksmith's forge, and a post-office. Further up the valley, where the woods began, you could see the chimneys of the White House where Squire Chelwood lived, and about three miles further on still was Dorminster, a good-sized market-town.
"I don't believe," he said to himself, "that Chelwood, with all his gardeners, will ever come up to my roses. There's nothing like personal attention. Roses are like children they want individual, personal attention. And they pay for it. Children don't always do that." At this very moment, and just as he was turning to another tree, a little chuckling laugh fell on his ear.
"This is a story," began Mrs Chelwood when they were all settled, "which I have only just heard myself, and it is a true one. It has something to do with one of Jackie's presents to-day." "I wonder which?" said Jackie, rubbing his knees. "You shall hear," said his mother. "Now, listen. "Once there was a poor mother who lived far away from here in the north of England, and worked in a factory.
She turned her head away again, and five minutes afterwards the service was over and the congregation clattering out of the church. As she stood in the porch waiting for the Chelwood children the strange woman came quickly up to her, and, bending down, said hurriedly: "Might I ask, missie, what your name is?" "My name's Mary Vallance," said Mary.
Would he be sorry for her, she wondered, if he knew how unhappy she was? But no he would not mind his calm face would not alter; "nothing matters any more," it seemed to say. There was no comfort for her there. With a sigh she turned a little to the right where the Chelwoods sat the Squire and Mrs Chelwood in front, and Fraulein with the children behind.
"She was a lovely little thing," repeated Mrs Vallance with a sigh. "Well, well," said her husband; "I daresay. But here's something quite as lovely. Just look at this Captain Christie. It's the best rose I've seen yet. I don't believe Chelwood has a finer."
There were indeed moments when even Jackie, her most faithful supporter among the Chelwood children, rebelled against her authority, and found it poor fun for Mary always to have her own way and arrange everything.
It was wildly irritating to be shut out from all the talks and conferences which were always going on now between Mary's two mothers and Mrs Chelwood. The children felt that it was more their concern than anyone's, but they were told nothing, and the air of the school-room was so full of excitement and curiosity that Fraulein was in despair.
No other theft had been heard of, and the village people had ceased to talk about the affair, and settled their minds to the idea that the scamps had got off to some great distance. Only Mary knew better. The Chelwood children did not let the matter drop so lightly.
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