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    <title>Lingard127</title>
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    <collections>Chapter 13</collections>
    <contributor>Lingard Estate</contributor>
    <coverage>1972</coverage>
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    <date>Thursday, March 10, 2016</date>
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”I expect you get that from your painting?&quot;

Mira nodded. &quot;AndThat&#039;s why I miss it nowso much.&quot;

&quot;I was thinking about it on the way home on the bus last night,&quot; said
Sadie. &quot;And I thought I could look after your kids in the afternoons
until I got another job and you could paint.&quot;

&quot;Sadie, what a great idea! But I&#039;d pay you of course.&quot;

&quot;Oh no.&quot;

&quot;Oh yes! I&#039;ve been vaguely thinking of getting someone to look
after the kids. Mike&#039;s always gibing on to me about it and I never
do anything. He&#039;s keen for me to start painting again.&quot;

They shook hands on the bargain over the top of the gate. Sadie
began at the Hendersons after lunch the same day. At tea-time she announced
that she now had two jobs.

&quot;I&#039;m working as a nanny in the afternoons,&quot; she said loftily.

&quot;Minding kids?&quot; said her mother.&quot;You?&quot;

&quot;Why not?&quot; I&#039;ve\been a kidx myself, haven&#039;t I?&quot;

&quot;And never out of troublemischief,&quot; groaned her mother. If there was any trouble going in the neighbourhood I could be sure you were there.&quot;

&quot;That helps me to know whatBest expereince there is for looking after kids&quot;, said Sadie. &quot; I know what they&#039;re going to do before they do it.&quot;

&quot;I should think Sadie would keep them in line all right,&quot; said
Tommy.

Mrs Jackson scratched the scalp between her rollsers. &quot;Honest,
Sadie Jackson, I never know what you&#039;re at from one day to the
next.&quot;

Just as well, thought Sadie, thinking of Kevin, and unconsciously
smiling. He mother, noticing her smile, frowned suspiciously.
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