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'You can't get to Chesterham without going back to Meresleigh, said the station-master presently. 'Chesterham is on a different line, and there is no train to-night. 'Then what am I to do? asked Jimmy, turning very pale. 'That's just what I should like to know! was the answer. 'But you can't get back to Meresleigh until to-morrow morning, that's certain.
He forgot that he had nowhere to sleep, he forgot the red-faced policeman, he even forgot that he ought to be at Chesterham. It was the clown who made Jimmy laugh. He was a little man with a tall, pointed white felt hat like a dunce's cap; he wore the usual clown's dress, and generally kept his hands in his pockets as if he were a school-boy.
'Come along, said the clown, 'come and have some breakfast'; and Jimmy sat down on the muddy ground, and Nan gave him another mug and a thick slice of bread; but Jimmy was by this time so hungry that he could have eaten anything. Still he felt very anxious to hear how he was to reach Chesterham without meeting Coote again.
But the effect of that night was to shatter my health for a year and more, and force me to throw up my post of School Inspector. To this day I have never examined the school at Pitt's Scawens. But somebody else has; and last winter I received a letter, which I will give in full: 21, Chesterham Road, KENSINGTON, W. December 3rd, 1891. Dear Wraxall,
However, he supposed that it could not be long now before he arrived at Chesterham, and he began to look forward more eagerly than ever to seeing his father and mother on the platform. The train went on, stopping at several stations, and at each one Jimmy looked out at the window and tried to read the name on the lamps.
'It would be nice, said Jimmy, and he began to laugh. 'Will they come here? he asked. 'Certainly not, was the answer. 'I have no accommodation for visitors. 'There's the spare bedroom, cried Jimmy. 'I have no doubt, said Aunt Selina, 'that they will go to Aunt Ellen's at Chesterham 'Couldn't I go to Aunt Ellen's? asked Jimmy eagerly. 'And pray who is to take you? demanded Miss Morton.
He felt very miserable; it must be past his usual bed-time, and yet he had nowhere to sleep. He wished he were safely at Chesterham; and he made up his mind that he would never fall asleep in a waiting-room again as long as he lived. Until now Jimmy had been making his way along streets, but very soon he saw that there were houses only on one side of the way.
Jimmy had lived with his Aunt Ellen at Chesterham until he came to school, but afterwards his holidays were spent with another uncle and aunt in London. His mother wrote to him every month, nice long letters, which Jimmy always answered, although he did not always know quite what to say to her. But last month there had come no letter, and the month before that Mrs.
'Well, you can't go to Chesterham to-night, was the answer. 'Where's your ticket? Jimmy felt in his pocket for his purse, and opening it took out his ticket.
He had spent two hours looking for him, and then he gave him up as a bad job. When he told the station-master what had happened, he was ordered to do nothing else until he found the boy again, and so Coote had spent the whole day searching for him. And Coote's instructions were, on finding the boy, to take him direct to his aunt's house at Chesterham.
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