Jun. 5, 2008 - I have a daddy that will never leave me
Pages 44, 45, and 46 of The Baker Street Mysteries The Mystery of the Yellow Hands
“Are you asleep, Peachy?” Danny whispered, hoping his friend was awake.
“What’s that?” Peachy asked.
“It’s Billy Little,” Danny replied. “He’s sniveling again.”
“What’s it about?” Peachy propped himself up on one elbow and peered through the darkness at the curtain that separated the big boys form the little ones.
Duff coughed and sniffed and said in a very sad voice, “It’s about his muhver.”
“His mother.” Peachy corrected.
“That’s what I said.” Duff sat up in bed. He made a big shadow on the brick wall. “I said muhver.”
“He’ll get used to being here,” Danny punched his pillow. “Then he’ll quit crying at night.”
“Maybe it’s about his Fahver,” Duff went on.
“Father,” Peachy corrected his big friend once more.
“Uh-huh,” Duff agreed. “Billy wants to see his fahver.”
“Duff! It’s father. Ah, well, never mind! I just want him to gorget about it and go to sleep.” Peachy sounded angry.
Duff continued. “We all want Muhver and Fahver. Don’t matter if we don’t cry no more. We all want.”
He was right. There were boys in Ragged School who pretended they did not care, but everyone knew the ruth. Each child was lonely after the alms were turned down and just before the sleep closed in. There was not one boy in the school who would not have done anything yo have a real father and a real family.
“Well, wishing for a father won’t make it happen,” Peachy snapped
“Nothing will make it happen,” Danny agreed.
He covered his head with his pillow, but he could still hear the sound of Billy’s crying
Duff coughed again. “I got a fahver.”
From the darkness someone said loudly, “You was left at the back door of Black Friars Pub when you was a baby. All of us was left someplace. Or parents died. You ain’t no different then the rest of us! You got no father, Duff Bernard!”
“I do,” Duff insisted.
“Well,” the voice challenged, “why ain’t you with him then?”
“Duff swung his legs over the side of the cot and stood up. His words were very loud.
“Miss. Chelsea . . .”
A loud mocking laugh roes up form the far corners of the dormitory. “Did you hear that? Duff says Miss Chelsea is his dad!”
“No!” Duff shouted angrily. By now Billy’s crying had stopped, and every boy in the room was awake. “Miss Chelsea says . . . I got a dad! She tells me he is right ere with me all the time.”
“I can’t see him!” someone howled
“Right here!” Duff thumped his chest.
“What’s his name?”
Danny jumped out of bed and shouted for everyone to shut up. He put his arm around Duff’s shoulders. “Come on, Duff. You’re dreaming, mate.”
Duff shook his head. “God,” he said quietly and tapped his chest again, just aboce his heart. “Dad. Loves me . . . sees us here . . . you my brothers. Dad . . . Miss Chelsea says . . . he loves us and never will leave us no more.” He turned toward the curtain and cupped his hands to call to Billy Little. “Don’t you cry no more, Billy! Dad’ll hold your heart while you sleep. Don’t be
lonely no more, Billy! He sees you! Even in dark night. He sees everything!”
Now there was silence in the dormitory. So that was what Duff meant. He had a father. Each of them had a father. Life was not east and the nights were long sometimes, but they were family and they were loved by someone who would never abandon them or run away.
This is true for me I have a father that will never leave me he sees things that I don’t even see about myself and he loves me more then any one every could
“Are you asleep, Peachy?” Danny whispered, hoping his friend was awake.
“What’s that?” Peachy asked.
“It’s Billy Little,” Danny replied. “He’s sniveling again.”
“What’s it about?” Peachy propped himself up on one elbow and peered through the darkness at the curtain that separated the big boys form the little ones.
Duff coughed and sniffed and said in a very sad voice, “It’s about his muhver.”
“His mother.” Peachy corrected.
“That’s what I said.” Duff sat up in bed. He made a big shadow on the brick wall. “I said muhver.”
“He’ll get used to being here,” Danny punched his pillow. “Then he’ll quit crying at night.”
“Maybe it’s about his Fahver,” Duff went on.
“Father,” Peachy corrected his big friend once more.
“Uh-huh,” Duff agreed. “Billy wants to see his fahver.”
“Duff! It’s father. Ah, well, never mind! I just want him to gorget about it and go to sleep.” Peachy sounded angry.
Duff continued. “We all want Muhver and Fahver. Don’t matter if we don’t cry no more. We all want.”
He was right. There were boys in Ragged School who pretended they did not care, but everyone knew the ruth. Each child was lonely after the alms were turned down and just before the sleep closed in. There was not one boy in the school who would not have done anything yo have a real father and a real family.
“Well, wishing for a father won’t make it happen,” Peachy snapped
“Nothing will make it happen,” Danny agreed.
He covered his head with his pillow, but he could still hear the sound of Billy’s crying
Duff coughed again. “I got a fahver.”
From the darkness someone said loudly, “You was left at the back door of Black Friars Pub when you was a baby. All of us was left someplace. Or parents died. You ain’t no different then the rest of us! You got no father, Duff Bernard!”
“I do,” Duff insisted.
“Well,” the voice challenged, “why ain’t you with him then?”
“Duff swung his legs over the side of the cot and stood up. His words were very loud.
“Miss. Chelsea . . .”
A loud mocking laugh roes up form the far corners of the dormitory. “Did you hear that? Duff says Miss Chelsea is his dad!”
“No!” Duff shouted angrily. By now Billy’s crying had stopped, and every boy in the room was awake. “Miss Chelsea says . . . I got a dad! She tells me he is right ere with me all the time.”
“I can’t see him!” someone howled
“Right here!” Duff thumped his chest.
“What’s his name?”
Danny jumped out of bed and shouted for everyone to shut up. He put his arm around Duff’s shoulders. “Come on, Duff. You’re dreaming, mate.”
Duff shook his head. “God,” he said quietly and tapped his chest again, just aboce his heart. “Dad. Loves me . . . sees us here . . . you my brothers. Dad . . . Miss Chelsea says . . . he loves us and never will leave us no more.” He turned toward the curtain and cupped his hands to call to Billy Little. “Don’t you cry no more, Billy! Dad’ll hold your heart while you sleep. Don’t be
lonely no more, Billy! He sees you! Even in dark night. He sees everything!”
Now there was silence in the dormitory. So that was what Duff meant. He had a father. Each of them had a father. Life was not east and the nights were long sometimes, but they were family and they were loved by someone who would never abandon them or run away.
This is true for me I have a father that will never leave me he sees things that I don’t even see about myself and he loves me more then any one every could
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