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It wasn't only or principally for Uncle Marmy's sake that we loved dear granny. She was as sweet and good to us as she could be, and I'd have loved her awfully if she hadn't been been any relation at all; but here the little girl ignominiously burst into tears. Miss Mildmay the elder glanced at her with scant sympathy. 'I suppose she is over-tired, poor child, she said to Jacinth.
And for a few moments nothing more was heard of the little boy's woes. He plodded along silently, till just as they were approaching 'Uncle Marmy's gate' as they called it, he burst out again. 'I must have a drink, Jass. I tell you I must. Let me go and ask for one at this house. It wouldn't be naughty. I can't go any furder. The girls hesitated.
And when my time here is out you will be of age by then, Jass perhaps I may feel that the day for taking it easier has come, and I may get some less onerous post nearer Thetford. But there is time enough for these details. Now run and tell Francie. I know you are longing to do so. So the curious prevision of the future which had come over them all at 'Uncle Marmy's gates' was actually fulfilled.
Often as they passed it, it always brought back to them Uncle Marmy's sunburnt face and kind eyes, and again they seemed to hear his 'Good-bye, my darlings, good-bye, which he strove hard to utter without letting them hear the break in his usually hearty and cheery voice. Half-an-hour later he was gone. It was six months now since the arrival at the house in Market Square Place.
'Did we really go inside Uncle Marmy's gates, and see? 'Of course we did, said Frances, 'and I've got such a good thought. Don't you think we might go that way again to-day and take mamma's last photograph with us? Lady Myrtle would be sure to like to see it, and we needn't ask for her, you know.
And we always pass by this way when we can, because of the gates. We call them 'Uncle Marmy's gates, for it was here we said good-bye to him good-bye properly, I mean. 'Kissing, and trying not to cry, added Eugene, by way of explanation. Lady Myrtle seemed a little startled. 'Uncle Marmy! she repeated, 'that was your grandfather's name. I thought your mother was an only child.
'We've always wanted to go along the Aldersmere road, said Frances. 'You remember, Jass, we went a tiny bit up it that morning that first morning with dear old Marmy. 'Yes, said Jacinth, with a sigh, 'that first and last day. 'Is it the way along by Uncle Marmy's gates? asked Eugene. Phebe did not understand him, but Jacinth explained.
'And here's Robin Redbreast, exclaimed Jacinth, as they turned the corner of the lane, 'and "Uncle Marmy's gates" wide open in your honour. Generally we drive in at the side. Now, mamma, take a good look. First impressions are everything, you know. Isn't this perfect? She seemed full of enthusiasm, which her mother was glad to see and quick to respond to.
Only, in that case, they would have returned the cheque. 'It is very absurd, she said one evening to Frances. 'I don't generally "worry" about things at all, and I am quite sure I have never worried about any matter of our own as much. Except, perhaps, that time you all had scarlet fever at Stannesley, and somehow Marmy's letter missed the mail, and we were out of reach of telegraphing.
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