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The children were not unfeeling, but they hated the Jampot's sulks, and while she waited in the nursery, longing for a word or movement of affection, but wearing a face of stony disapproval, they stood awkwardly beholding her, and aching for her to go.
A tear rolled down her cheek. "It won't be any fun without Jeremy," she said. She wished to make the further sacrifice of saying that she would not go unless Jeremy did, but some natural caution restrained her. Mr. Cole, his face heavy with sorrow, departed. At the dumb misery of Jeremy's face the Jampot's hear in reality a kind and even sentimental heart repented her.
"All right." "Why, that's good news. Then you you won't mind my goin' off to to do a little prospectin'?" The sick man frowned: "You stay right where you are. There's plenty in that jampot." "Yes, yes! jampot's fillin' up fine." "Besides," the low voice wavered on, "didn't we agree we'd learned the lesson o' the North?" "The lesson o' the North?" repeated the other with filling eyes. "Yes, sah.
And, on the other side, the Jampot's voice: "You naughty boy, stoppin' 'ere for everyone to see, just because it's your birthday, which I wish there wasn't no birthdays, nor there wouldn't be if I had my way." Jeremy turned from Mr. Thompson's window, a scornful smile on his face: "I'm bigger'n you, Nurse," he said. "If I said out loud, 'I won't go, I wouldn't go, and no one could make me."
Or was it that grown-up people could tell lies and children mustn't?... He tumbled into the warm, lighted nursery half asleep. There was Hamlet watching in front of the Jampot's sewing machine. He would have things to think about for years and years and years... There was the Jampot. "I'm sorry I called you a beastly woman," he said. She sniffed. "Well, I hope you'll be a good boy now," she said.
Jeremy's face, raised to his father's, was hard and set and sullen. "I've told a lie," he said; "I said I'd cleaned my teeth when I hadn't. Nurse went and looked, and then I called her a beastly woman." The Jampot's face expressed a grieved and at the same time triumphant confirmation of this. "You told a lie?" Mr. Cole's voice was full of a lingering sorrow. "Yes," said Jeremy. "Are you sorry?"
The Jampot as a power in the Cole family has ceased to be. The day following the Jampot's departure offered up the news that, for the first time in the history of the Coles, there was to be a governess. The word "governess" had an awful sound, and the children trembled with a mixture of delight and terror. Jeremy pretended indifference. "It's only another woman," he said.
"Well, I must go," said Uncle Samuel, making one of his usual sudden departures. "Glad to have seen the animal. Good-bye." He vanished. "Hamlet," repeated Jeremy thoughtfully. "I wonder whether he'll like that-" His attention, however, was caught by the Jampot's sudden outburst. "All of them," she cried, "supporting you in your wickedness and disobedience.
It happened to be just the corner where the Jampot kept her sewing machine, and you would think, if you came to the nursery as a stranger, and saw him sitting, his eyes fixed beamingly upon the machine, his tail erect, and his body here and there quivering a little, that from duties of manly devotion he was protecting the Jampot's property.
Seventy-eight hours, and Sunday twice as long as the other days, and that made thirteen more; ninety-one, said Helen, her nose in the air. The week dragged along, very difficult work for everybody, and even Hamlet felt the excitement and watched his corner with the Jampot's sewing machine in it with more quivering intensity than ever.
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