The Story of Jessie
Quiller-Couch, Mabel, 1866-1924
English
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THE STORY OF JESSIE.
BY MABEL QUILLER-COUCH.
CONTENTS
Chap.
I A LETTER FOR SUNNYSIDE COTTAGE.
II JESSIE ARRIVES.
III SHOPPING AND TEAING.
IV A GARDEN SUNDAY-SCHOOL.
V HAPPY DAYS.
VI TAKEN BY SURPRISE.
VII THE JOURNEY AND THE ARRIVAL.
VIII THE NEW HOME.
IX MISS PATCH.
X CHARLIE REACHES HOME.
XI TOO LATE.
XII SPRINGBROOK AGAIN.
THE STORY OF JESSIE.
CHAPTER I.
A LETTER FOR SUNNYSIDE COTTAGE.
Thomas Dawson was busy in the kitchen trying to make the kettle boil,
and to get the fire clear that he might do a piece of toast. He had
already tidied up the grate and swept the floor, and as he stood by
the table with the loaf in his hand, about to cut a slice, his eye
wandered down through the dewy, sunny garden, where every tree and
bush was beginning to show a little film of green over its brown
branches.
But before he could notice anything in the garden, his attention was
attracted by the sight of Daniel Magor, the postman, standing at the
gate and fumbling with the latch. Thomas dropped the loaf and the
knife, and went out to meet him, leaving the house-door wide open to
the beautiful morning sunshine, which poured in in a wide stream
right across the kitchen, lighting up with golden radiance the
flowers in the window, the old-fashioned photographs on the wall, the
china on the dressers, and the cat lying asleep on the scarlet
cushion in the arm-chair by the fire.
When he saw Thomas coming the postman ceased fumbling with the latch
and waited, holding two letters in his hand.
"Lovely weather, Mr. Dawson. You ain't to work this morning!" he
remarked in a tone of surprise.
Thomas shook his head slowly. "No, my wife is bad, she've been bad
all night with a sick headache. She's better this morning, but I
stayed home to get her some breakfast, and tidy up a bit.
When anybody's sick they don't feel they want to do much."
"You'm right," agreed the postman feelingly. "I gets sick headaches
very bad myself, and when I wakes with one it seems to me I don't
care whether folk gets their letters or not. I am glad I didn't feel
like that this morning, Mr. Dawson, for it's good to be alive on such
a day, and I've got two letters for you."
"Both of 'em for me!" said Thomas in surprise, and holding out his
hand to take them. "I don't think I've had two to once in my life
before."
The postman laughed. "If folks didn't get more than you do we
postmen would soon be out of a job, I reckon!" But Thomas was gazing
at his letters with such a perplexed, preoccupied air, that he did
not reply, and Daniel, with a long, inquiring look at him, said
"Good-morning," and went on his way.
"One is the seed-list," muttered Thomas to himself, as he retraced
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