Pack Up Your Troubles by Pam Weaver Page B

walked away, the door banging against the wood as he left.
    ‘Pay no attention, dear,’ said Aggie when she saw the crestfallen look on her friend’s face.
    ‘Some people just can’t take a joke,’ said Ga.
    As Connie walked with Mandy to the gypsy camp the day after her mother and Clifford had gone away, she already felt more relaxed. She might not have met anyone at the dance, but each week she’d had a bit of fun, something singularly lacking in her life up to now. It was incredible that Kez and her family had spent so long in the lane and there was always that sinking feeling that they might be gone when she turned the corner.
    ‘Susan Revel says gypsies are smelly and shouldn’t be allowed here,’ said Mandy, taking Connie’s hand as they came to the lane. Pip came bounding along to join them. ‘She said they steal people’s babies and turn them to stone.’
    ‘Does she now?’ said Connie.
    ‘And Gary Philips says they are short in the arm and thick in the head.’
    Connie suppressed a smile. ‘If I were you, I wouldn’t repeat what someone else says,’ she said gently. ‘I’ll tell you what, after we’ve been there, you tell me what you think.’
    Mandy nodded gravely. ‘Can I share my sweeties with Sam?’
    So that was why Connie had seen her squirrelling away a couple of farthing chews from her sweetie box. Mandy hadn’t asked if she could have one but Connie hadn’t said anything. Why not let her have them? They were her sweets after all. She had no idea Mandy was planning to share them with Kezia’s son. ‘I’m sure he’d love that,’ said Connie, ‘but ask his mummy first.’
    Somewhere along the lane, Pip joined them again. ‘Where have you been?’ said Connie, patting his side.
    The two sisters were very close. Connie adored Mandy and it was plain to see that Mandy enjoyed being with her. Kez took to her straight away especially when Mandy began to mother little Samuel.
    The women spent the rest of the afternoon rubbing down handmade clothes pegs and putting them into bundles. On Monday, Kez and some of the other women would take them around the big houses in Goring and sell them. As they worked, Pen told them tales about the old days … ‘Little Mac took the tattooed lady’s mare then Abe gave Little Mac a piece of bread and a quart of ale but there was none for ’e so he died …’ Mandy listened spellbound and for Connie it felt just like old times. Peninnah always used the same form of words and if anyone interrupted her, she’d go back a bit and start again.
    While Connie helped Kez with the meal, Reuben let Mandy feed the horse tethered in the field. By the end of the afternoon, they’d both had a wonderful time and it was time to go home.
    ‘Where’s Isaac?’ said Connie, suddenly missing him.
    ‘He’s with Simeon and the Frenchie,’ said Kez. She was putting Blossom to the breast.
    ‘What are they doing?’ Connie frowned.
    ‘Go and see for yourself,’ said Kez mysteriously. ‘It’s on your way home.’
    Connie was curious. It was unusual for a gypsy to be working with a non-Romani. She wondered how the Frenchie got on with someone like Isaac who was so surly. They said their goodbyes and Connie and Mandy set off for home with Pip.
    ‘I like Auntie Kez and Sam,’ said Mandy as they walked towards Goring Street. ‘And Uncle Reuben.’
    ‘So what do you think about gypsies then?’ Connie asked.
    Mandy thought for a bit and then said, ‘Just because you are different, doesn’t mean you’re bad, does it?’
    Connie squeezed her hand. ‘I think you’ve got the right idea, darling.’
    ‘Can we sing my song?’ Mandy asked.
    Connie smiled. ‘I’m amazed that you still like it so much.’
    Mandy nodded and holding her sister’s hand, they swung their arms as they sang ‘ You are my sunshine …’
    The dog had run on ahead and was surprised to see them turn away from Goring Street and towards Jupp’s barn. As Connie approached Sam Haffenden’s