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Updated: June 27, 2025
I daresay you've saved a little money since you've been with me, but it cannot be more than a few pounds. I don't think that you ought to let this chance slip through your fingers, if not for your own, for Jackie's sake. William, according to his own account, is making money.
The reason was such a dreadful reason, and it was so hard not to be able to explain it all to him, that Mary could not keep back her tears: she bit her lip, and screwed up her face, but it was useless, they would come, so she leant her forehead against Jackie's velveteen shoulder, and cried in good earnest, without saying another word.
These casual hours she spent in the parks, mending Jackie's socks or hemming pocket handkerchiefs, so she was frequently delayed till evening; and in the mildness of the summer twilight, with some fresh disappointment lying heavy on her heart, she made her way from the Marble Arch round the barren Serpentine into Piccadilly, with its stream of light beginning in the sunset.
"If you could choose," Jackie had once said to her in jest, "whose daughter would you be?" And now, in years to come, the choice would really have to be made the choice between Haworth and Wensdale, hard work and idleness, poverty and riches. Which would it be? "Of course," was Jackie's first remark, "you'll choose Wensdale, won't you?"
"Jackie's motheranfather are the same as Peggs'," explained Sweetclover. "Doesn't everybody have his own motheranfather?" asked Kernel Cob. "Not always," says Sweetclover. "Why?" asks Kernel Cob. "Please keep quiet," said Sweetclover, "I can't hear what they are saying." "If our mother and father are lost," says Peggs, "why doesn't Auntie try to find them?" "I wish she would," says Jackie.
"We ought to begin to pick up wood," said the careful Agatha, "or the fire won't be ready for tea-time." "Well, we'll just have one game of hide-and-seek first," said Jackie; and so it was agreed. Agatha hid first, but she was soon found, for she was not fond of venturing far into the dark corners round Maskells; then it was Jackie's turn, and then it came to Mary.
Monday night that was Jackie's birthday, a whole week off. Surely something might happen before then. The squire might find out the gypsies' hiding-place, and lock them up. Oh, if she might only give him the least little hint! But she soon made up her mind firmly that she would risk nothing.
What can prevent us getting married?" She did not answer, and then he said, "You've not ceased to care for me?" "No, that's not it." "Jackie's father has come back?" "You've hit it, that's what happened." "I'm sorry that man has come across you again. I thought you told me he was married. But, Esther, don't keep me in suspense; what has he done?"
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