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The dear old man was a little bit shy and embarrassed, and very nervous when it actually came to the point, and for a moment he looked more like a new shy pupil than the teacher. Jessie was much the more composed of the two. "When are you going to begin, granp?" she demanded anxiously. "Now.
Hark to it in't it like the dear child herself speaking?" The terrified look which had come into Patience's face died away. She could not speak, but she put out one shaking hand and thrust it into that of her husband, and so they read the glad news. It was a curious, excited, incoherent letter, but it told them all they wanted to know, for the time, at any rate. "My Dearest Granp,
"They'm 'Seven Sisters," said her grandfather; "they had overgrown the other things so much that I had to cut them back, and her ladyship told me to bring them home to you." "Oh, thank you!" said Jessie delightedly. "What are the seven sisters called, granp? What is their real name? Of course they must have names." Her grandfather did not understand her for the moment. "What are they called!
How could she be unhappy in this beautiful world, with home before her, and granp and granny waiting for her, and the cottage, and her own dear little bedroom. "Will my rose be alive, do you think, Miss Grace?" she asked eagerly. "Yes, dear, your grandfather has cared for it as though it were his most treasured possession, and your little garden, too.
She recognized it all now, and every yard made it more familiar. The train gave a warning whistle. "Here we are! here we are!" she screamed in a perfect ecstasy of joy. "Oh, Miss Grace, there is the road, and and here is the platform, and and I do believe I see granp!" She drew in her head and shrank back into her corner.
"Grandfather must have a nice hot dinner once a week," she declared, so she stayed at home to cook it; but they all went together to the evening service, and Jessie dearly loved the walk to church in the quiet summer's evening, with granp and granny on either side of her, and home again through the gathering twilight, sweet with the scent from the gardens and hedges.
"Perhaps the others is Cabbage Rosie, Dog Rosie, and Cider Rosie," said grandfather, chuckling. Jessie burst into a peal of laughter as she thrust one hand into her grandfather's. "What things you do say, granp," she protested, and clasping her bouquet in her other hand, she skipped along by the old man's side. "Oh, I have learnt such a lot of things to-day," she said impressively.
When the two letters reached her she danced about the house with glad excitement, then flew to Miss Patch to tell her all about them, and about that first meeting with granp at Springbrook station. Miss Patch listened and sympathized, and rejoiced, too, and in her calm, sweet old face she showed none of the pain which was filling her own poor heart.
"Let's sing it, granp, shall we?" "Go on, then. You take the lead." "What's the lead, granp?" she asked anxiously. "You start the tune. You begin and I'll join in." But Jessie grew suddenly shy. "No, I I can't," she said nervously, sliding her soft little hand into her grandfather's rough one as it lay on his knee.
"You begin, granp, please no, let's begin together, and we'll sing 'Safe in the arms of Jesus, shall we? I know all of that." So together rose the old voice and the young one, the first quavering and thin, the other tremulous and childlike, and floated out on the still warm summer air. Mrs.
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