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Updated: May 28, 2025
I'll be bound he can make 'em do anything. We might just as well shut up, if we hadn't Jinx; it's a deal more popular than Lord Fatimore is folks say they never saw such a sight as when Jeremiah and Skirrywinks dance the polka together; and it's all Jinx that has taught them. In about half an hour the caravans were stopped, and the wonderful Jinx arrived.
When the woman put her head into the caravan she began to talk to Rosalie, to ask her where she had come from, and where she was going, and what she was going to do. She seemed a friendly woman, though she spoke in a rough voice. All the time she was talking, Skirrywinks was sitting on her shoulder and the pigeon on her head.
'Most happy, miss, said Jinx, with a bow. The moment that he came into the caravan, Skirrywinks and the dog sat on their hind legs, and the pigeon alighted on his head. As soon as he spoke, Rosalie heard a noise in a basket behind her as of something struggling to get out. 'I hear you, Jeremiah, said Jinx; 'you shall come, you shall. He took the basket, and put his hand inside.
'No, said the child; 'but she's a very dear little kit, though she doesn't jump through rings nor dance polkas. 'Well, tastes differ, said Jinx; 'I prefer Skirrywinks. 'You've got a picture like mine, said Rosalie, after a time, when she saw that Jinx seemed inclined to talk. 'Yes, he said; 'have you one like it? I got it at Pendleton fair.
But Skirrywinks seemed to be Jinx's favourite; long after the others were dismissed she sat on his shoulders, watching his every movement. 'Well, what do you think of them? he said, turning to Rosalie when he had finished. 'They're very clever, said the child 'very clever indeed! 'That kit of yours couldn't do as much, said Jinx, looking scornfully at the kitten which lay in Rosalie's lap.
'Come, Skirrywinks, said the woman, addressing herself to the kitten; 'come to me. As soon as she said 'Skirrywinks, the kitten, which had appeared to be asleep before, lifted up its head and jumped on her knee. The great black dog was ordered to the other end of the caravan, and the pigeon perched upon the dog's head.
He nailed it up that very Sunday, and there it's been ever since. 'Who's Jinx? asked Rosalie. 'He's our boy; at least he lives with us. Me and John Thomas haven't got any children of our own, so we keeps a few. There's Jinx, he's chief of them; and then there's Skirrywinks, and Tozer, and Spanco, and then there's Jeremiah you haven't seen Jeremiah; he's in bed you'll see him when Jinx comes.
But she was so tired and worn out, that after a little time the picture on the wall, John Thomas, the woman, Skirrywinks, Tozer, and Spanco faded from her sight, and she fell fast asleep. When Rosalie awoke it was almost dark. The woman was lighting the little oil-lamp, and filling the kettle from a large can of water, which stood in the corner of the caravan.
When Rosalie returned to the caravan, the woman was alone, stroking Skirrywinks, who was lying on her knee, but looking as if her thoughts were far away. 'Child, she said to Rosalie, 'I'm not one of the ninety and-nine; I do need repentance; I'm one of the lost sheep. 'I'm so glad, said Rosalie; 'because then the Good Shepherd is seeking you: won't you ask Him to find you?
'Young 'un, said Jinx, 'I haven't forgot what you told me about that there picture. I like my picture a deal more than I did afore. Then Rosalie went up to the woman, who did not see her till she was close to the caravan steps. The woman was hard at work at her washing, with Skirrywinks sitting on her shoulder, and Spanco, the pigeon, on her head.
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