Jassy Page #2

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Can't be truer my dear.

So miserably small.

All the better if you have to

look after it single handed.

Meggie.

I am sure I do not know why you are crying.

Meggie, and I thought you'd run away.

You ought to have stayed at Moderlaine.

Dear, Mum, you know me better than that.

I don't belong to Moderlaine,

I belong to you.

You'd better get the rest of the stuff

out of the cart, Barney

and put the horse and cart away.

Oh, and feed the horse.

Oh, go on my dear boy,

it's great deal to be done.

How is Green Farm these days?

What's that got to do with you?

Nothing wrong with Green farm is there?

And a roof over your head

and food in your belly.

There's lots these days has neither

I know that.

Of course you only been

had it for six months.

Reckon it takes ten years to make a farmer.

How long does it take you to shoe a horse?

Depends whom I'm doing it for.

For a farmers boy I take my time.

What took you so long?

I'd wait to be served, Father.

- Then they just for me they make.

- Yes, Father

Lindy.

Go on and get me another.

This time don't make ordeal about it.

No, Father.

Well here he is, get on.

I will say he's not what you're used to.

He is not mine, he's my father's, come on.

Dear boy.

I don't do this for nothing.

All right, I forgot.

It's only gentry that can afford forget.

You remember that, Master Barney,

your Green farm.

Come on boy, come on.

No you don't Jim.

You know my role, Master Barney.

- Why?

- We want her.

- What has she done?

- Really in drab she should be.

She's got a spell on you like at night.

Her mother is a gypsy witch.

Come on, Master Barney, get away.

What are you trying to do?

Put her in the pond.

And see if she can get the

devil to hold her out.

Ten of you to duck one girl, get up behind.

Good heavens you ought to

be ashamed, hold tight.

Here use this - Oh, thank you

I don't know what would have

happened if you hadn't come along.

Why were they chasing you?

They think my mother is a witch.

Oh it's all right, she's not really.

She is just a gypsy.

Oh, would she be upset

when you tell her about this?

She's left us, she's gone back

to her own people.

But in that case I don't see why

they should torment you.

Well, it's my fault really.

I told Fanny Moy this morning

that her mother had fallen down in the

market place and broken her arm.

And had she?

Oh, yes.

And where you there?

No.

But how did you know?

I saw it happen.

You often see things like that?

No, not often.

Just sometimes.

Yes but,..but how?

I don't know.

I just do.

What's your name?

Jassy Woodroofe.

Jassy.

Short for Jacinth, it's from

the Bible, father chose it.

Do I look better now?

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