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“
A
present
!
”
exclaimed
Mistress
Mary
.
How
could
a
cottage
full
of
fourteen
hungry
people
give
anyone
a
present
!
“
A
man
was
drivin
’
across
the
moor
peddlin
’
,
”
Martha
explained
.
“
An
’
he
stopped
his
cart
at
our
door
.
He
had
pots
an
’
pans
an
’
odds
an
’
ends
,
but
mother
had
no
money
to
buy
anythin
’
.
Just
as
he
was
goin
’
away
our
’
Lizabeth
Ellen
called
out
,
‘
Mother
,
he
’
s
got
skippin
’
-
ropes
with
red
an
’
blue
handles
.
’
An
’
mother
she
calls
out
quite
sudden
,
‘
Here
,
stop
,
mister
!
How
much
are
they
?
’
An
’
he
says
‘
Tuppence
’
,
an
’
mother
she
began
fumblin
’
in
her
pocket
an
’
she
says
to
me
,
‘
Martha
,
tha
’
s
brought
me
thy
wages
like
a
good
lass
,
an
’
I
’
ve
got
four
places
to
put
every
penny
,
but
I
’
m
just
goin
’
to
take
tuppence
out
of
it
to
buy
that
child
a
skippin
’
-
rope
,
’
an
’
she
bought
one
an
’
here
it
is
.
”
She
brought
it
out
from
under
her
apron
and
exhibited
it
quite
proudly
.
It
was
a
strong
,
slender
rope
with
a
striped
red
and
blue
handle
at
each
end
,
but
Mary
Lennox
had
never
seen
a
skipping
-
rope
before
.
She
gazed
at
it
with
a
mystified
expression
.
“
What
is
it
for
?
”
she
asked
curiously
.
“
For
!
”
cried
out
Martha
.
“
Does
tha
’
mean
that
they
’
ve
not
got
skippin
’
-
ropes
in
India
,
for
all
they
’
ve
got
elephants
and
tigers
and
camels
!
No
wonder
most
of
’
em
’
s
black
.
This
is
what
it
’
s
for
;
just
watch
me
.
”
And
she
ran
into
the
middle
of
the
room
and
,
taking
a
handle
in
each
hand
,
began
to
skip
,
and
skip
,
and
skip
,
while
Mary
turned
in
her
chair
to
stare
at
her
,
and
the
queer
faces
in
the
old
portraits
seemed
to
stare
at
her
,
too
,
and
wonder
what
on
earth
this
common
little
cottager
had
the
impudence
to
be
doing
under
their
very
noses
.
But
Martha
did
not
even
see
them
.
The
interest
and
curiosity
in
Mistress
Mary
’
s
face
delighted
her
,
and
she
went
on
skipping
and
counted
as
she
skipped
until
she
had
reached
a
hundred
.
“
I
could
skip
longer
than
that
,
”
she
said
when
she
stopped
.
“
I
’
ve
skipped
as
much
as
five
hundred
when
I
was
twelve
,
but
I
wasn
’
t
as
fat
then
as
I
am
now
,
an
’
I
was
in
practice
.
”
Mary
got
up
from
her
chair
beginning
to
feel
excited
herself
.
“
It
looks
nice
,
”
she
said
.
“
Your
mother
is
a
kind
woman
.
Do
you
think
I
could
ever
skip
like
that
?
”
