Jeremy by Hugh Walpole Page 1 of 272
CHAPTER I. THE BIRTHDAY
CHAPTER II. THE FAMILY DOG
CHAPTER III. CHRISTMAS PANTOMIME
CHAPTER IV. MISS JONES
CHAPTER V. THE SEA-CAPTAIN
CHAPTER VI. FAMILY PRIDE
CHAPTER VII. RELIGION
CHAPTER VIII. TO COW FARM!
CHAPTER IX. THE AWAKENING OF CHARLOTTE
CHAPTER X. MARY
CHAPTER XI. THE MERRY-GO-ROUND
CHAPTER XII. HAMLET WAITS
"It is due to him to say that he was
an obedient boy and a boy whose word
could be depended on..."
About thirty years ago there was at the top of the right-hand side of Orange Street, in Polchester, a large stone house. I say "was"; the shell of it is still there, and the people who now live in it are quite unaware, I suppose, that anything has happened to the inside of it, except that they are certainly assured that their furniture is vastly superior to the furniture of their predecessors.
They have a gramophone, a pianola, and a lift to bring the plates from the kitchen into the dining-room, and a small motor garage at the back where the old pump used to be, and a very modern rock garden where once was the pond with the fountain that never worked. Let them cherish their satisfaction. No one grudges it to them.
The Coles were, by modern standards, old-fashioned people, and the Stone House was an old-fashioned house.