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Updated: June 11, 2025
Now, no more talk, for here we are, darling, and, please God, this may be the last Christmas that we spend without daddy, in England or Africa, as it may be." "And I won't grieve you again to-day, darling little mother," whispered Hepsie, quite sobered at the thought of mother without either her daddy or Hepsie's on Christmas Day again, and no letter from Africa by the usual mail.
She resolved that if she did get the girl back that she would keep her as long as there were hired men to cook for. With the assurance that Hugh would keep John from falling into debt again there would be funds to pay her and there was as much need of a girl in the kitchen as of men in the field. Hepsie came gladly.
You are twelve years old, dear, and big enough now to understand how sad I am that my dear old father will not forgive me for marrying your father, and I think I had better explain things a little to you, Hepsie.
"I met my grandfather this morning," she said in a quick, rather nervous voice, "and I told him he was a wicked old man!" Her mother turned so white that Hepsie thought she was going to faint, and hung on to her arm in terror and remorse. "Don't look like that!" she burst forth desperately.
She had not told him of Hepsie's remarks nor of her advice. Elizabeth was not a woman to tattle, and the "old woman" Hepsie had referred to was his mother. "Don't think I'm hard on her, John. If we could only get another girl I wouldn't care."
Of course, I came to the old home Sunnycoombe but only to find I was still unforgiven, for the letter I sent to say I was in the village was not answered either, humbly as I begged my father to see me. All the same, Hepsie, I have remained here at your father's wish, for he lost money, and had to 'trek north, as they say, to a wild part of Rhodesia, where white women could not go." Mrs.
Hunter never 'd take 'er anywhere 'cause 'e felt hisself too good." Hepsie was to fight Elizabeth's battles on many occasions and stayed on, watchful as a hawk of Elizabeth's reputation.
After winding up the affairs of her brother, she undertook to pay a visit to her sister, who had fallen ill. It was too much for the good old soul; she died on the journey. Hepsie's Christmas Visit "I say, little mother," said Hepsie, as she tucked her hand under Mrs.
The principle which she had demanded from her husband in their last conversation she put into practice. Hepsie ruled the house very much as if it were her own. Elizabeth knew from experience the dreariness of housework where all individuality is denied the worker.
Hepsie flung back her head, and laughed lightly. "Oh, you artful little mother! That's your gentle way of telling me, what, of course, I know that I am a horrid girl for impatience and temper, when I get vexed; but you know, mother darling, I shall never be able to manage my tongue.
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