Part III
Chapter 45: Jerry's New Year
 (continued)
"Who lives at Fairstowe, Harry?  Mother has got a letter from Fairstowe;
 she seemed so glad, and ran upstairs to father with it." 
"Don't you know?  Why, it is the name of Mrs. Fowler's place --
 mother's old mistress, you know -- the lady that father met last summer,
 who sent you and me five shillings each." 
"Oh! Mrs. Fowler.  Of course, I know all about her.  I wonder what
 she is writing to mother about." 
"Mother wrote to her last week," said Harry; "you know she told father
 if ever he gave up the cab work she would like to know.
 I wonder what she says; run in and see, Dolly." 
Harry scrubbed away at Hotspur with a huish! huish! like any old hostler.
 In a few minutes Dolly came dancing into the stable. 
"Oh! Harry, there never was anything so beautiful; Mrs. Fowler says
 we are all to go and live near her.  There is a cottage now empty
 that will just suit us, with a garden and a henhouse, and apple-trees,
 and everything! and her coachman is going away in the spring, and then
 she will want father in his place; and there are good families round,
 where you can get a place in the garden or the stable, or as a page-boy;
 and there's a good school for me; and mother is laughing and crying by turns,
 and father does look so happy!" 
"That's uncommon jolly," said Harry, "and just the right thing, I should say;
 it will suit father and mother both; but I don't intend to be a page-boy
 with tight clothes and rows of buttons.  I'll be a groom or a gardener." 
It was quickly settled that as soon as Jerry was well enough
 they should remove to the country, and that the cab and horses
 should be sold as soon as possible. 
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