Part III
Chapter 45: Jerry's New Year
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"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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