he's called. Never said much to him at the cemetery but the girls talk about him all the time. He's the brother Maude never had, I always think.
I seen him creeping behind graves to have a look when I been busy with that gardener. He thought he were hidden, but I seen him. Wanted to see the business. I didn't care--I thought it was funny. Not now, though. Gardener don't want no more to do with me. Bastard.
"I never thought much of him," Simon said now like he knew exactly what I was thinking. "You're well clear of him, I'd say."
"Shut it," I said. "No one asked you." But I weren't really mad at the boy. Talking to him gave me a chance to rest my back--these days beating rugs is a killer. "Anyways, what you come here for?"
"Want to see where the girls live."
"How'd you find it?"
"Ran after their cab. Lost it for a bit, so I just walked round till I saw it again, leaving Maude and her mum here. Must've already let out Livy."
"Sure, she lives right there, Miss Livy and her sister." I pointed at the house across the way.
Simon had a good look at it. He's a scrawny boy, for all his digging. His face is pinched round the eyes and his wrists are all red and knobbly, busting out of a jacket too small for him.
"Wait here a minute," I said. I went into the kitchen, where Mrs. Baker was cutting up a chicken. "Who's that boy?" she said right away. She don't miss nothing round here. Can't keep a thing from her. I seen how she looks at me sideways these days, though she don't say nothing.
I ignored her, cut a slice of bread and spread it with butter. Then I took it out to Simon, who looked glad to see it. He ate it fast. I shook my head and went in to get some more. As I was spreading the butter, thicker this time, Mrs. Baker said, "If you give a stray scraps, it'll never leave you alone."
"Mind your business," I snapped.
"That bread is my business. I baked it this morning and I'm not baking more today."
"Then I'll go without."
"No, you won't," she said. "If I let you, you'd eat the entire kitchen these days. You watch yourself, Jenny Whitby."
"Leave me alone," I said, and ran out before she could say more.
While Simon ate the bread I started to beat the rugs again.
"Look," he said after a bit, "there's Livy in the window. What's she doing?"
I looked up. "They do that all the time, them two. Stand in the windows of their nurseries and make signs at each other. Got their own language no one understands but them."
"Bet I'd understand it."
I snorted. "What's she saying, then?" Miss Livy was pointing up and bowing her head. Then she pulled a finger across her throat and pouted.
" She's talking about the cemetery," Simon said.
" How'd you know that?"
"That's what the angel on her grave looks like." Simon bowed his head and pointed. "Or did, anyway. The head come off--that's why she did that with her throat."
Then he told me about what happened to the angel and how his pa saved the guv's life. It were thrilling stuff.
" Look, " Simon said then. "Livy's seen me."
Miss Livy was pointing at Simon.
I heard a window open above us and when I looked up Miss Maude was poking her head out to look down.
"I should go," Simon said. "I got to help our pa with the grave."
"Nah, stay. Miss Maude'll be down to see you."
"Thanks for the bread," Simon said, getting up anyway.
"If ever you come there's always bread for you here," I said, looking out over the garden and not at him. "And you don't need to climb the fence to get back here. If the gate's locked the key's hid under the loose stone by the coal chute."
Simon nodded and went out of the gate.
I should've given him something to take with him. I hate to see a boy go hungry like that. Made me hungry just thinking of it. I went inside to get some of that bread for me. To hell with Mrs. Baker.
Lavinia Waterhouse
I went stargazing on the heath with Maude and her father tonight. I wasn't sure I ought to do such a thing on the night of the very day of dear Auntie's funeral, but
I seen him creeping behind graves to have a look when I been busy with that gardener. He thought he were hidden, but I seen him. Wanted to see the business. I didn't care--I thought it was funny. Not now, though. Gardener don't want no more to do with me. Bastard.
"I never thought much of him," Simon said now like he knew exactly what I was thinking. "You're well clear of him, I'd say."
"Shut it," I said. "No one asked you." But I weren't really mad at the boy. Talking to him gave me a chance to rest my back--these days beating rugs is a killer. "Anyways, what you come here for?"
"Want to see where the girls live."
"How'd you find it?"
"Ran after their cab. Lost it for a bit, so I just walked round till I saw it again, leaving Maude and her mum here. Must've already let out Livy."
"Sure, she lives right there, Miss Livy and her sister." I pointed at the house across the way.
Simon had a good look at it. He's a scrawny boy, for all his digging. His face is pinched round the eyes and his wrists are all red and knobbly, busting out of a jacket too small for him.
"Wait here a minute," I said. I went into the kitchen, where Mrs. Baker was cutting up a chicken. "Who's that boy?" she said right away. She don't miss nothing round here. Can't keep a thing from her. I seen how she looks at me sideways these days, though she don't say nothing.
I ignored her, cut a slice of bread and spread it with butter. Then I took it out to Simon, who looked glad to see it. He ate it fast. I shook my head and went in to get some more. As I was spreading the butter, thicker this time, Mrs. Baker said, "If you give a stray scraps, it'll never leave you alone."
"Mind your business," I snapped.
"That bread is my business. I baked it this morning and I'm not baking more today."
"Then I'll go without."
"No, you won't," she said. "If I let you, you'd eat the entire kitchen these days. You watch yourself, Jenny Whitby."
"Leave me alone," I said, and ran out before she could say more.
While Simon ate the bread I started to beat the rugs again.
"Look," he said after a bit, "there's Livy in the window. What's she doing?"
I looked up. "They do that all the time, them two. Stand in the windows of their nurseries and make signs at each other. Got their own language no one understands but them."
"Bet I'd understand it."
I snorted. "What's she saying, then?" Miss Livy was pointing up and bowing her head. Then she pulled a finger across her throat and pouted.
" She's talking about the cemetery," Simon said.
" How'd you know that?"
"That's what the angel on her grave looks like." Simon bowed his head and pointed. "Or did, anyway. The head come off--that's why she did that with her throat."
Then he told me about what happened to the angel and how his pa saved the guv's life. It were thrilling stuff.
" Look, " Simon said then. "Livy's seen me."
Miss Livy was pointing at Simon.
I heard a window open above us and when I looked up Miss Maude was poking her head out to look down.
"I should go," Simon said. "I got to help our pa with the grave."
"Nah, stay. Miss Maude'll be down to see you."
"Thanks for the bread," Simon said, getting up anyway.
"If ever you come there's always bread for you here," I said, looking out over the garden and not at him. "And you don't need to climb the fence to get back here. If the gate's locked the key's hid under the loose stone by the coal chute."
Simon nodded and went out of the gate.
I should've given him something to take with him. I hate to see a boy go hungry like that. Made me hungry just thinking of it. I went inside to get some of that bread for me. To hell with Mrs. Baker.
Lavinia Waterhouse
I went stargazing on the heath with Maude and her father tonight. I wasn't sure I ought to do such a thing on the night of the very day of dear Auntie's funeral, but
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