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Updated: June 27, 2025
When they were in the kitchen Esther said "This is Jackie's father." "What, never! I thought but I'm sure we're very glad to see you." Then noticing the fine gold chain that hung across his waistcoat, the cut of his clothes, and the air of money which his whole bearing seemed to represent, she became a little obsequious in her welcome. "I'm sure, sir, we're very glad to see you.
She belonged to gypsies; Monday they would steal the chickens; it was Jackie's birthday, and she could give him no present. Those three things weighed on her mind like lead and altered her in so many ways that everyone was puzzled.
But none of Jackie's earnest appeals to "try hard" produced any results, for all that part of her life was wiped as clean out of her memory as when one washes marks off a slate with a sponge. It was all gone, and when she looked back it was not Seraminta and Perrin and the donkey-cart she saw, but the kind faces of Mr and Mrs Vallance and her happy, pleasant home at the vicarage.
He's the father of my child, he's got money, and he'll leave his money to his child if he's made Jackie's father in the eyes of the law." "That can be done without your going to live with him." "Not as he wants. I know what he wants; he wants a 'ome, and he won't be put off with less." "How men can be so wicked as " "No, you do him wrong.
Her only chance lay in keeping perfect silence as they had told her, and also in taking them the money she had promised this evening. How much had she? Mary wondered. Her money-box, a small red post-office, stood on the mantel-piece; she jumped out of bed and counted the contents; more than usual, because she had been saving it up for Jackie's present.
She ought to warn Jackie; but if she did, the gypsies would come and take her away, perhaps that very night. She could not risk that. And yet, Jackie's father! It would be too dreadful. "Ours you'll be for ever" seemed to sound in her ear: she shuddered; no, she could not do it. Suddenly a thought struck her, and she pulled Jackie gently by the sleeve.
"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.
I suppose you don't want to see me again?" For reply Jackie threw his boat away and clung to Mrs. Lewis for protection. William's face showed that he was pained by Jackie's refusal. "Try to get your mother to forgive me; but you are right to love her best. She's been a good mother to you." He put on his hat and went without another word.
The storm had moderated, and Tom now had to hasten back to camp where he was welcomed for he had for distribution a large bag of apples, given him by Jackie's father. That evening about the camp-fire Tom recounted his adventures to his friends, and a trip was planned for the next day to explore the secrets of the old house.
She was to stop at the White House that night, because it was still wet and stormy, so she resolved not to think of the chickens or Perrin or Seraminta just for that one evening. It would be time enough to be miserable again when morning came. Everything went on merrily until Jackie's guests were all gone away.
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