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Updated: May 17, 2025
"And to-morrow I am to learn to knit, and soon I'll be able to knit your stockings, granp, and cuffs to keep your arms warm in winter, and a shawl for granny." "My!" exclaimed grandfather, with pleased surprise, "we shan't know ourselves, we shall be so warm and comfortable. But don't you go overworking yourself, little maid." Jessie laughed gleefully.
"But I've got to look after granny and granp," gasped Jessie, "they are old, and granny's ill, and and they've taken care of me all this time, and now I've got to take care of them. I'm very sorry, but I can't look after you too." "Dear me!" muttered the man. "How polite we are! But whether you can or you can't, you've got to!
"I don't 'spect she is; we didn't have tea only sometimes, and we never had cake, never!" "Well, p'raps mother and you and me will all come here together one day," she said, trying to speak cheerfully, though she little expected such a thing to happen. "And granp too?" said Jessie eagerly. "Oh yes, granp too, of course."
"I'd love to lie in a garden with flowers, and the bees humming, and no noise of rattling carts and milk-cans. Oh, Jessie!" but to his dismay Jessie buried her face in her hands and burst into tears. "I can't stay here," she cried, "I can't, I can't! I must go home. I shall die if I don't go home to granp," and she sobbed and sobbed until Charlie was quite frightened.
Neither was speaking, but every now and then there burst from the old man that strange sound that Jessie had heard, and it was like the cry of a hurt animal. When she heard it again, and knew whence it came, Jessie flew to him in terror. "Oh, granp, what is it?" she cried. "Who has hurt him?" she cried, turning to her grandmother almost fiercely.
He had recovered a little, and was as gay as a schoolboy just getting ready for the holidays. He pulled a piece of paper towards him, and squaring his elbows, he wrote in large round hand: "Come home quick to granp, and I'll be there to meet you same as before." "Your loving grandfather," "T. Dawson."
She saw her husband looking eagerly from window to door, expecting to see her; she saw the little child face turned excitedly from side to side, exclaiming at the sight of the flowers, and sniffing in the scent. "Oh, granp, smell the 'warriors'!" she heard her cry in a perfectly friendly voice. "You sniff hard and you'll smell them. Oh, my!" "She's friends with him already, same as Lizzie was.
"There's such lots of room, and no peoples," she said soberly, "and at home there was such lots of peoples and no room. Where are they all gone, granp?" "Gone to London, I reckon," answered granp, with a laugh. "You'll find it quiet, and you'll miss the shops, little maid."
But when father is out of work we only has bread." Patience turned pale, and Thomas groaned. Jessie looked up with quick sympathy. "Have you hurted your toof, granp?" she asked gravely, little dreaming that it was she herself who had given him pain. "No, my dear, granp's all right. Try and make a good breakfast now. You've got to get as plump and round as the kitten over there."
"And then some one taught you, and," her face growing suddenly bright, "I'll have to teach somebody. Who shall I teach, granp? Granny knows it, doesn't she?" Her grandfather smiled. "She knew it before she was your age, child," he said gently. "Then I'll teach mother." "Your mother knew it too before she was so old as you are." "Did she?" said Jessie, surprised.
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