Jennospot 127 "Dummy’s Birthday Party"
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That noice Helen Hollick, wot writes real excitin’ books about pirates
an’ ovver ‘istorical stuff, loike wot ‘appened a long toime ago in 1066
f’rinstance, ‘as asked us ter write somefink about parties. Any’ow, in Widdlin’ton
we ‘ave lots o’ ordin’ry parties, wiv cake an’ jelly an’ games an’ such, but
there were one wot we ‘ad fer Mr Pierce, wot everybody calls “Dummy”, wot got
stuck in moi mem’ry special loike. But Oi ain’t all that good about writin’
stuff down, so Oi asked moi friend Peter ter put down a few words about it. So
‘ere it is. ‘Ope yew loike it:
I
was the last to arrive at Dummy's birthday party. Everyone was sitting stiffly
around the table in the school shelter. Nobody was speaking.
I went straight up to
Mr Pearce. His much-worn clothes were too tight round the waist and under the
arms. He seemed ill at ease.
‘Happy birthday,
Daniel,’ I said.
‘Arrgh, thank'ee
kindly,’ he replied. He showed his misshapen teeth through a matted beard in
what was more a grimace than a smile.
‘What's the matter
Daniel? Aren't they looking after you properly?’
‘Reckon as 'ow it's
more'n a little whiles since ol' Dan'l 'ad a party fer 'is birthday. Reckon as
'ow 'ee's roight thankful. There be a fine cake with candles wot Miss Winnifred
gave and Miss Molly's biscuits an' all.’
‘You could look a bit
happier about it,’ I said.
‘Reckon ol' Dan'l's
leavin' Widdlington afore soon. 'Ee'll be roight sad ter be leavin' 'is
friends.’
‘You're not leaving
today at any rate, and you're not in the lockup,’ said Molly.
‘So cheer up,’ said
Winnifred.
‘Have some beer,’
said Miss Hangar.
‘Don't moind if'n Oi
do,’ said Daniel.
‘Everyone's saying it
was Daniel who sabotaged the survey of the allotments,’ said Leta.
‘But it wasn't him!’
exclaimed Winnifred. ‘And Mr Trundle knows it.’
‘Unfortunately,
people will gossip,’ said Miss
Hangar.
‘We know it wasn't
you, Daniel,’ I said. ‘And we're going to prove it absolutely, so that it
doesn't depend just on the word of Winnifred. We've already got some clues.’
‘That's right,’ said Roy. ‘But we
need you to help us.’
Dummy looked
bewildered. ‘Clues?’ he said. ‘'Ow can ol' Daniel 'elp when the Parish is
puttin' 'im off'n the allotments and sendin' 'im into a home?’
‘It hasn't happened
yet,’ said Roy.
‘And we're going to
make sure it doesn't happen,’ said
Molly. ‘Miss Hangar's going to help us.’
‘Of course she's going to help us,’ said Jenno
in her best BBC voice, ‘Aren't you Miss Hangar?’
‘I, er—’ said Miss Hangar.
‘She's on the Parish
Council,’ I said. ‘And she and Mr Trundle will tell the others what the truth
is. Won't you Miss Hangar?’
‘I er— that is— yes.
I'll certainly tell them the truth about the sabotage when I know myself what
the truth is.’
‘See Daniel?’ said Roy. ‘But
there are some things we need to know. And only you can tell us.’
‘Ar—?’ questioned
Daniel.
‘For instance,’ I
said. ‘Did you buy those Wellington boots you
promised yourself for your birthday?
‘Mr Hibberd were
roight put out when ol' Dan'l asked 'im. 'Ee din't roightly know 'ow ter come
out wi' it. It's the war, 'ee said. Anything wot were rubber was next ter
impossible ter come by. 'Ee said as 'ow 'ee'd be roight pleased ter favour me,
but that it weren't fer termorrer nor the day after. When 'ee 'ad some Wellingtons in 'ee'd
be rememberin' a pair fer ol' Dan'l.’
‘You didn't buy any
then?’ asked Roy.
‘Arrgh— just so.’
‘You don't possess
any other rubber boots?’ asked Jenno primly.
‘Where would ol'
Dan'l be findin’ a shillin' or two fer rubber boots wot 'ee don't roightly
need?’ replied Daniel.
‘The footprints
aren't Daniel's,’ said Roy.
‘I never thought they
were,’ said Winnifred.
‘Me neither,’ said
Katy.
‘You are
going to help then, Miss Hangar?’ said Jenno.
‘Yes Jenno, er—
Jean,’ said Miss Hangar. ‘I'll do what I can; but you know, there's really very
little I can do now concerning the
allotments. The project is already approved and far advanced.
‘As for The Old
Vicarage, it's a decision for the Church and the vicar. Any interference by the
school would only arouse resentment. But I can certainly help Mr Pearce to
learn to read and write. That way he could become independent of support from
the Parish.’
‘And not go into a
home!’ exclaimed Molly. She stuffed her knuckles into her mouth and looked
horrified towards Daniel.
‘Don't ye be a-fazed
none, Miss Molly,’ said Daniel gently. ‘Ol' Dan'l baint be deaf; 'ee knows
roight well wot people say. 'Ee bain't be such a dummy as 'ow they think.’
An embarrassed
silence fell. It was broken by Winnifred: ‘I think it's about time we lit the
candles. Who's got some matches?’
‘I'll ask my mum,’
said Leta. ‘Wait a tic and I'll nip indoors and get some.’ She ran into the
school caretaker's house and emerged a moment later rattling a box of matches. ‘We didn't know how
many candles to put on, but in any case, Hibberd's store only had one box—it's
the war you know—so we put them all on. There are twenty.’
‘Heh, heh,’ chuckled
Daniel. ‘Roight kind ye be. Arrgh— but two-and-a-half boxes 'uld 'ave been more
loike.’
‘Blow them all out in
one go and you can make a wish,’ said Katy.
Daniel took a deep
breath and blew. Twenty tiny flames disappeared to be replaced by twenty
slender columns of smoke.
‘Make a wish,’ cried
everyone.
‘But don't tell
anyone until it comes true,’ cautioned Jenno.
Daniel shut his eyes;
held them screwed tight and then opened them again.
‘Have you made a
wish?’ asked Molly.
‘Aye,’ said Daniel.
‘And so have I,’ said
Molly.
From "Gang
Petition" Chapter 7 http://www.peterstjohn.net/index_6.htm
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