As we
continued our journey, I dried my tears and looked at what she had given me. The
bag was full of Peggotty’s special cakes, and in the purse were eight bright
shilling coins. Thinking of my mother
and Peggotty made me start crying again, but just then the driver, Mr Barkis,
began to talk to me. He was a large,
red-faced man, who clearly found conversation difficult.
In
Yarmounth I was put on the long-distance coach to London, and travelled all
through the night. At the coach station
in London I was collected by a teacher, Mr Mell, and taken to Salem House, the
school which the Mudstones had chosen for me.
The
school was a large old building with a dusty playground, surrounded by a high
brick wall. It looked strangely deserted. I was very surprised to find the none of the
boys were there, and was told that they were all on holiday, and that I had
been sent there during the holidays as a punishment for my wickedness. The headmaster and teachers were on holiday
too, all except for Mr Mell, who had to look after me.
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