Whistle Down the Wind

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Come on, then.

That's it.

Come on, where are you?

But He did come to me

and He did comfort me.

I was alone. I needed help.

In His infinite goodness,

He reached out and gave me help,

even though I'd sinned,

even though I'd turned my back on Him

and renounced His word.

Friends, He came to me, not I to Him.

And He is with me forever.

And I will dwell in His house forever.

- 'Ey up, want a kitten, Jackie?

- No, I've got one.

- Want another?

- No.

# All our sins and griefs to bear

# What a privilege to carry

# Everything to God in prayer

# Oh what peace we often forfeit... #

- Do you want a kitten?

- Do I want what, love?

A kitten, it's not dead.

That's very kind but I don't think

I can take your kitten.

We can't have 'em at home

and Eddie keeps trying to drown them

and she keeps having more, you see.

Oh dear. I am sorry.

Me dad doesn't want 'em

so Eddie keeps putting them in a sack.

Oh dear.

Jackie doesn't want it either,

so do you want it or don't you?

Charlie!

Do you see? So, if you believe in Jesus,

He'll take care of it.

Come on, our Charles!

- Now shut that!

- Our Charles is coming, Dad.

I don't care who's coming,

go back and shut it.

Shut the gate.

Shut it.

I shut it. I shut the gate, Dad.

He shut it, Dad.

- What have you been up to, then?

- Nothing.

- Do you want any help, Dad?

- No, I don't need your help.

Come here.

What have you got under your coat?

- Me pully.

- I don't mean that.

You know what I mean and don't

be so clever. What is it?

Something I found.

Are you sure I can't help you, Dad?

Go on, get on.

You don't go far, I've your tea ready.

Yes, Auntie.

Did he ask you? What d'you tell him?

- Nothing.

- Did you tell him a lie?

- I told him nothing.

- Come on, then, quick.

- Have you been at my traps again?

- No, we haven't, see.

No, well you'd better not

else I'll tell your dad, then you'll cop it.

- Cost me good money, them traps.

- We haven't been near your rotten traps.

And I'll tell me dad

that you pinch his paraffin.

Close it.

Hurry up or we'll get old trap face in here.

Let's find a place to put them.

Over there.

We'll find you a place.

Ooh, the box.

Put some stuffing in.

Right, come on, then.

There, that's a good... Come on.

Yours looks poorly.

I think it wants its mother.

- Do you want your mother?

- Shut up, yours wants...

Yours... Yours wants its mother.

What shall we call them, Kathy?

I don't know.

We'll have to think.

I'm gonna call mine Spider.

You can't call a cat Spider.

I can call it anything I like.

You're daft. You're soft in your head.

When mine grows up, I'll teach it

to hate yours and it'll eat it all up.

- Don't.

- Oh, shut up, you two.

And listen, you're not to say nowt.

You're not to breathe it to our Aunt Dolly

or she'll tell me dad.

That's it. Let's put 'em in, then.

That's it. Come on, then.

And don't keep running in

and out of here, else they'll know.

Who's going to look after them, then?

Jesus.

Don't talk wet.

Yes He will, then,

because that woman told me.

- What woman?

- The woman in the Sally Army.

I asked her to look after it

and she said Jesus'd look after it for me.

- What does she know about it?

- She knows cos she lives in His house.

How can she when He's dead?

Ooh, our Kathy.

Well, what's up? He is, isn't He?

Well fancy saying. You'll have

something terrible happening now.

Yes, you just wait till Jesus

comes and gets you.

I'm not bothered. It's only talk.

Well, come on, then.

Didn't say nothing, did I?

Only said what's true.

Can't hurt you for that.

I can't fix this any road.

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