When I was a little girl, we used to go down to Kent every summer.
To pick hops. Everyone went.
It was like a great big picnic.
Can you see your dog, Jenny?
Yes, there he is!
Oh, Mr Andrews, he looks as good as new now you've mended him!
Gently now. Gently.
Wait a minute.
Ah, there it is.
That's a nice piece of china.
Your mother should be very proud of this dog, Jenny.
Ooh, she is. It was a wedding present.
She almost cried when it got broken.
You carry it carefully, then.
We don't want anything else to happen, do we?
All right?
Bye, Mr Andrews.
Take your time, now.
Mind how you go.
Oi!
Bye Jenny! We're goin' 'opping.
Jenny!
Jenny Quin, did you ask your mum if you could come hop picking?
- Yeah. - What'd she say?
I've gotta wait till next year. Dad can't get away.
Oh, why? You'd be all right with Ma and me.
Ask her again, Jenny.
Look...
This is Kent. This is where we're going.
"Make money on your holiday. Come hop-picking in Kent."
Isn't it lovely? You get paid, too, for picking hops.
Last year, my mum made twelve pounds
Susie, where's Frankie? He's disappeared.
He's in the 'W'.
Well go and get him or we'll miss that train, drat it!
Jenny, I'll call round before we go. Perhaps your mum'll change her mind.
Okay.
Look Da, he's all right again now.
Oh, he's back!
Let's see, Tom.
Oh, he did do a good job.
Well, you can hardly see where the crack was.
Oh!
I'm pleased with that.
We'll put him back in his old place.
There.
Let's hope there won't be any more accidents.
Good gracious, you'd think that dog was alive.
Well, I must be off to work. Bye, Jenny.
Bye, Dad.
And I've some shopping to do.
- Bye, darling. - Bye, dear.
Jenny, I'll be back a bit late as I'm calling on Gran.
All right, Mum.
When I get back, we'll have a quick lunch and go to the pictures.
All right?
Bye, love.
We're just going, Jenny. Did you ask your mum if you could...?
What's up?
Susie, come and look what I've done.
Cor!
The dog.
You won't half cop it when your Ma gets home.
Mum won't be angry. Not when I tell her it was an accident.
But she'll be awfully upset.
Perhaps Mr Andrews can mend it again.
I'll go and get my moneybox.
Frankie!
Frankie, where's Susie? She's disappeared.
She's gone to Jenny Quin's.
Well go and get her or we'll miss the train.
Tell her if she don't come at once we'll leave her behind.
Here we are.
Thanks.
One...
two...
three...
four pence...
four pence, ha'penny.
Not enough for anything.
Susie, Ma says you gotta come now, or we'll leave you behind.
I've gotta go.
Susie, your Mum, how much is it she made hop-picking?
About twelve pounds, why?
Susie, Ma says you gotta come now, or we'll leave you behind.
I could buy Mum a dog for less than that.
I'm coming with you.
But what will your ma and dad say?
I'll pack a few things and leave them a note.
All right, I'll tell Ma to wait for you, but don't be long.
- Ma says we'll miss the train. - Ah, shuddup.
Come on, Susie!
Running off like that!
Jenny's coming, Ma.
Jenny's not coming. You know very well.
But she is!
Now, are you all here? 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, that's right.
- Mum, we've gotta wait for Jenny! - Don't tell lies.
Frankie, stop that blowing!
Susie, come on, we'll never catch that train!
"Dear Mum, I have gone with Mrs Harris
"to make some money for a new dog because I am sorry I knocked him over.
"Love, Jenny."
- Has Mrs Harris gone? - Yes, you've only just missed her.
She only went a minute ago.
Go on, hurry up.
Hold that, Frankie.
Come on, all of ya.
Careful, dear, you'll get run over!
But I've gotta catch 'em up!
What's the matter, love, lost your mum?
Never mind, we'll all going to the station.
You come along with us.
You'll find your mum all right on the platform.
That's right.
Here we go.
Hoppers this way. Come on, get your tickets ready.
Here, this'll do nicely.
- I'm gonna go and find them now. - All right, love.
Hope your mum hasn't been worrying about you.
Susie, stop fiddling about with that blind!
Here, you'll break it. Stop that row and help me. Give me a hand, will you?
Ooh...
We're off, Mum! We're off!
- What's up, can't ya find her? - I've been right to the top of the train.
They must be somewhere, dear. Have another look.
Can I come in with you, Mrs McBain?
All right, dear, hop in.
Come and sit her.
We're leaving the station, Ma. We're really moving!
No good thinking about now of what we've forgotten to bring.
I wonder how Bert's getting along. Hope the train don't make him sick.
Well, I'm glad to see somebody's amused.
As far as I'm concerned, the only place for a rabbit is the stew pot.
Look, George, we're going over the bridge.
Bye, London! Bye!
Jenny.
Jenny!
Oh!
This is where we all go off, isn't it?
Yes, this is Goudhurst.
You'll soon find your family now, dear. They'll be looking for you.
Laura, you look after Jenny, I must go and sort out the luggage.
Lucy, you look after Caroline.
Well, goodbye ducks, and thanks for helping.
May see you if we're picking the same farm.
Come on, Jenny.
Tickets, please.
Now, you stay here and you're bound to see them.
Bye for now, love.
Tickets, please.
Ma, everyone's getting out here! Come on!
We're not getting out, this is Goudhurst. We're going on to Barden, silly.
Are there still people on the train?
Course there are. It goes on to Barden from here.
Here, hand us that squeezebox, will ya, love?
Oh dear, what's up? Something wrong?
I've lost Mrs Harris.
You mean Mrs Harris has lost you, don't ya?
Here, you're hopping, ain't ya? So am I.
Well, you come with me.
I bet you'll find Mrs Harris is waiting for you outside here.
You'll be all right with me, love.
I used to work at the Lost Children's Bureau.
Here, look after these for me, will ya, Percy?
Hello Reenie, how are ya? Bless ya.
Hello Ted!
Look at the place you got yourself, it's like the cornerhouse, ain't it?
Here, Jenny...
if you can't find 'em, come back and tell your Uncle Sam, eh?
Why, hello Jenny!
Find your mum all right, dear?
Oh, but she must be here somewhere.
Mum doesn't know I'm here.
What?
Why, you naughty kid. She'll be worried sick about you.
You're going home, my girl. At once!
But I can't.
I've got to earn enough to buy a new dog.
A new dog?
Yes, Mum's favourite china dog.
I broke it.
I can't help that, Jenny.
I'll get Laura to take you back to the station. Laura!
Laura?
You wait here, Jenny.
Laura...
Why, she's gone.
Mr Hines?
Hello, Jenny. Did you find them all right?
I couldn't find the Harrises, but I saw the lady who was with me in the train.
Oh, well, that's fine. You'll be staying with her, I suppose.
What's the matter?
You scared your Ma'll be worried?
I've got to let her know I'm not with the Harrises.
Well, why don't you write her a letter?
She'll get it by tomorrow morning.
Yes! Yes, I'll do that.
Come on then, inside. We'll soon fix you up.
There we are. Now just sit yourself down.
I'll hunt out the old pen and ink,
while you think what you're gonna say to your Ma.
Here they are.
You write the letter,
and I'll go off and scrounge an envelope for ya.
- Hello, Mr Hines. - Hello, Alf.
All right, George. You down a game this year?
That's right.
How's Benny enjoying this country air?
Oh, he's fine.
- Hey, is your Ma inside? - Yes, she's putting Caroline to bed.
"Dear Mum, I hope you are well.
"I am here, but not with Mrs Harris because I lost her.
"I am all right. Please let me stay. Please, Mum.
"Love, Jenny."
There we are, stamp and all.
Mrs McBain coughed those up.
Thanks, Mr Hines.
Jenny!
Here, buck up, Jenny, the postman's just collecting.
Already?
Look, never mind. Go on, you nip on out. I'll mop this up.
Postman!
I shouldn't do this, you know.
Jenny!
Come along!
I've just seen Jenny.
Coo! We'd better tell Ma.
Don't be such a sneak!
I know! We'll follow her, see what she's up to.
Come on!
One of the hopper kids.
Ranger!
Caught ya pinching, have I?
I wasn't pinching, I only took it because I was hungry.
We'll see about that.
Cracked through the middle. She came along here all right.
Course she did! We saw her going into the orchard, soppy.
Oh, shuddup! Come on!
Blimey, the Reilly boys! Come on, hoppers!
Get back!
Fire!
Duck!
Come on, we've got 'em!
Come on, Pat. We'll murder 'em!
Ned!
Pat!
All of you!
What's going on here?
They were the Reilly boys.
They were down here last year, too. Always making trouble.
But Jenny, how did you get mixed up with them?
Well, I was hungry, so I took an apple.
But Jenny, why are you still here? Mrs McBain said you had to go home.
Well I'm not going. I've come out here to earn some money.
So I've got to stay.
But what for?
To buy my mum a new wedding-present dog.
But where are you going to stay the night, Jenny?
Oh, well, I'll be all right.
Anyway, I gotta get home, or else my Ma'll tan my hide off.
Same here. Come on Snippy, up you go.
Come on, I'll catch ya. There you go.
- Bye, Jenny. Good luck. - Goodbye, Jenny.
- Bye, Jenny. - Goodbye.
"Danger. Keep off.
"This structure is unsafe."
Where's Ranger?
Upstairs, I expect. He's always sniffing about.
You know, Ned, we oughta clean this place up a bit.
After all, it is our secret camp.
Ah, don't be wet. It's fine like it is.
What was that?
Oh, it's only Ranger.
We oughta get back, Ned. It's getting dark.
All right, all right.
Ranger, come here!
I'll go up and get him. Take this.
There's a good dog. Always was obedient.
Don't be angry with her, Tom.
She must have been really upset to leave home like this.
I know my Jenny.
What camp did the Harrises go to?
Mrs Harris said Barden.
I'll go down tomorrow and bring her back.
Coo, there's Jenny!
Jenny, you come back here! I want a word with you.
Let her alone, Mrs Bligh.
I thought I told you to go home.
I can't go home.
Well, you're going, Jenny, if I have to put you on the train myself.
And good riddance. You kids cause nothing but trouble round here.
I'm going to find a bin where I can pick in peace.
Little scamp! How do you think your mum feels?
Doesn't even know you're here, does she?
Yes, she does. I wrote her a letter.
Now, I don't like lies.
I'm not lying.
No, she's right, Jess. I came to you for the envelope.
Don't you remember?
Oh.
And now I suppose you can't find a bin?
No, but I'm going to find one.
Oh, don't be hard on her, Jess. Look, she's a game little kid.
- Mmm. - She could pick at our bin, Mum.
Well, all right then, Jenny. But, mind, you'll have to work.
I'm going to work! Thank you, Mrs McBain!
How much do you get if you fill this?
That's the spirit. Laura, show her what to do.
Now these are the hops, see? You pick them off clean.
Now, don't break them or drop them on the ground.
They've all got to be picked up before the tallies take them.
When d'ya send that letter, Jenny?
Last night.
Stop that, George.
Your mum should get it this morning, then.
Yeah.
Well, you can work with us today,
but if we don't hear from your mum by tomorrow, then home you go.
- Is that clear? - Yes, Mrs McBain.
Mum'll get it all right.
"Not known.
"Return to sender."
Is Mrs Harris along here?
Yes. Number 23, on the left.
Oh, thank you.
Ma, it's Mr Quin.
Well I never. Whatever brings you down here?
I've come to take Jenny home, Mrs Harris.
Jenny? Jenny's not with us, Mr Quin.
But she left a note saying she'd gone hop-picking with you.
There you are, Mum. I told you so.
Oh, be quiet, Susie.
Here, Frankie, John, give us a bit of peace.
Jenny never come with us, Mr Quin, I assure you.
Then, where can she have got to?
Did she say anything to you, Susie?
She said she was coming on the train with us.
But I haven't seen her since we left our street.
Well, it's the first I've heard of it. Perhaps she is down here, then.
Perhaps she went to another camp.
Yes, that's quite possible.
Well, I'd better start looking. Thank you, Mrs Harris.
Mind out.
Excuse me. I'm looking for a little girl, the name of Quin. Jenny Quin.
Jenny Quin? She was put on the train home this morning. And good riddance.
She's been living here? But who was she with?
Well, how should I know? I wish they were all sent home. Litte brats.
There's a train leaving for London in ten minutes. You might just get it.
Oh. Thank you.
- Can I have a pear, Mum? - Mmm, help yourself.
Bill! How long have you been there?
Not long.
Haven't changed your mind about Saturday,
- have you Bill? - Not me.
- And I hope you haven't, Laura. - No.
He's going to marry Laura and have babies.
Is Laura getting married?
Course, didn't you know? On Saturday.
There's Ranger.
Cor, the Reilly dog! Don't want him in here.
- Come here. - George!
Ranger?
Ranger!
There he is. Blimey, what d'ya think of that?
Lousy hoppers. Trying to pinch our dog now.
No they're not. They're only giving him a bite to eat.
I said they're trying to pinch him.
We'll get him back. Wait and see if we don't.
Come on.
Come on!
The geese!
Now then, now then. Don't waste no time on them Reilly boys.
- We wanna get them. - Out the way, come on.
Look, all our hops have gone!
So they have.
Somebody's taken them.
Got trodden into the ground, I expect.
I know what oughta be trodden into the ground.
No trouble now. There's been enough damage already.
Won't we get paid for them?
You'll get paid for what's in the bin.
It isn't fair.
Oh, well. We'll all have to work all the harder, that's all. Come on.
How much money have I made, Mrs McBain?
He hasn't finished measuring yet, dear.
Five.
Thank you.
You've made about, erm...
You've made about three bob today, Jenny.
Is that all?
Oh Jenny, you're always worrying about money.
I'm not, but I've gotta get Mum's dog.
No Jenny?!
But she was sent home. She should have been here an hour ago.
I've been here ever since you left, Tom. There's been no sign of her.
I'd better report this. I shan't be long.
- I'm coming with you. - All right, come on.
It's our Jenny, she left home yesterday to go hop picking and we haven't heard...
I've just come back from the hop fields and they told me she'd been sent home,
but there's still no sign of her.
If anything should happen to her...
It's all right, Mrs Quin. We'll notify all stations,
and a general alarm will be sent out for her.
Now then, let's have all the details.
"Hair, dark.
"Eyes, dark.
"Jenny Quin."
Postman's here.
Here's your letters.
- Alexander? - Here.
- O'Hara? - Here.
- Jones? - Here.
- Pollard? - Here.
- Beckett? - Here.
- Robertson? - Here.
- Hunt? - That's me.
- Zimbrowski? - Over here.
- Canning? - All right.
Canning.
That's the lot.
Well, Jenny, you promised.
You'd better go and pack now, dear.
I'm sorry.
- Don't be afraid of water, Alf. - Oh!
You...!
Er, anyone seen the bathroom around here?
Up the stairs, first on the right!
Hello, hello, what's up with Jenny?
Mrs McBain's sending me home.
There's no letter from her mum, that's why.
- Oh, but Jess! - It's all right you talking, Sam,
but I can't keep her here with her mum not knowing.
Well, there's another post this afternoon.
The letter may come then.
- Well, what if it doesn't? - I'll take her home myself.
All the way to London.
All right, Jenny, you can wait till the next post.
Thanks, Mrs McBain!
Goudhurst Police Station.
Southwark Police here, Inspector Reilly.
Any news of Jenny Quin?
Not yet, sir.
I've covered nearly all the camps in the district.
I'm just off to Longrope camp.
All right, Jennings, keep slogging.
Very good, sir.
- Come with us, Jenny. - I can't.
Oh, blow!
Now then, Jenny, no use worrying about that postman.
You go along with Sam.
Here, Jenny, not a word to Laura,
but you and me are gonna choose her wedding present, see?
What about Mum's letter?
It'll still be here when you get back.
Now, off you go. You've worked hard today.
All right, Mrs McBain.
That looks a likely article.
What, that old, black teapot?
Silver, that is.
Shh. Come on.
Here, how much do you want for that old, tin teapot in the window?
Tin?
Silver, sir.
Real silver, I do assure you.
Get out of it.
Well, let's have a look at it, anyway.
Tin...?
Sam, look! Come and look!
It's the dog just the same as the one I broke.
Is it?
Hmmm...
Forty-five bob!
Here, don't you say anything, now.
Oh, I reckon he'd be glad to take about, erm, five bob for this.
Forty-five bob, if you please, sir.
Oh, Sam, do you think someone'll buy him before I've earned enough?
You want the dog?
All right, you have him.
But, Sam, I can't.
Don't be silly, I'm just lending you the money
till you've earned it hop-picking, see?
Oh, Sam, is it all right?
Of course it's all right.
Here now, what about this old, tin teapot? That's a very different cup of tea.
Mrs McBain!
Mrs McBain?!
I've got the dog! Mum's dog!
Oh, lovely.
The postman's just arrived, Jenny.
- The letter from Mum. - Mmm-hmm.
Have you got Mum's letter?
Well, it might help if you told me your name.
Jenny. Jenny Quin.
Quin?
Yes, I think I have got one. Ah, there we are.
But this is my letter. The one I sent to Mum.
Well, what's it say on the back?
"Not known. Return to sender."
Here, let me see.
Ah, no wonder, neither.
We can't work miracles, you know. Look at the address!
Covered in ink.
Your Mum'll be worried silly about you.
I knew you shouldn't have stayed here, Jenny.
I'd better go home, then.
But I can't go home.
I can't take the dog, 'cause Sam paid for him.
Come on, now. Jenny Quin's the name.
Jenny? Erm, well, she lives down there.
George, Jenny's got the police after her!
- What? - Come on, everybody!
Joe, Lynn, Jenny's been arrested!
No!
Now we're in for it.
Anything wrong, Officer?
Are you Jenny Quin?
You've got half the police force looking for you.
Well, speak up, Jenny.
I haven't done anything wrong.
I came here to earn money for Mum's new dog.
Your parents are very worried about you, do you know that?
Right-o.
I'll let them know you're here. They'll be down to pick you up.
You be sure you're here to meet them, all right?
That's fine.
Get me Southwark Police Station.
I'll let you know the minute I hear something.
Southwark Police Station here.
You have? Good work.
They've just found your daughter at Longrope camp.
Oh Tom, thank God. We must go down now.
The last train to Goudhurst left half an hour ago.
- They're expecting you tomorrow. - Thank you very much.
Yes, yes, I see.
Oh...
Give me a look-in, dear, I shall be late for church!
Sorry, Mum.
Ooh, this hut's like an oven.
I think there's gonna be a storm, Mum.
Well it can keep off till after the wedding.
What're you putting it here for, Jenny?
I want Mum to see it the minute she gets here.
Well, how do I look?
You look lovely, Mum. Just lovely.
Time we were leaving. Come on.
Jenny, you can come with us as far as the road.
Thanks, Mrs McBain.
Ahhh!
You look smashing, Laura!
Crikey, Jess, what've you been doing? Robbing the orchard?
Good old Laura!
The Reilly boys.
Give it to me, it's mine.
Here y'are.
Come on, come and get it.
Pat, throw it back to me!
Here you are.
Hurray!
Give it to me, it's mine.
You asked for it!
We gotta get help! We gotta get help!
Ned!
- I say... - Woah, woah, woah!
- ...are we all right for the camp? - Ye...
Hey, you're not Jenny's mum and dad, by any chance?
Yes, I'm Mr Quin.
Pleased to meet you. My name's Sam Hines.
Your Jenny's waiting for you, back at the camp.
- Jenny's not here! - And the dog's gone, too.
Oh, well, she can't be far.
But where would she go?
Jenny!
Your mum and dad's here!
Jenny!
Help!
What's he doing here?
The mill's on fire, and there's a girl trapped inside.
Tom,
it must be Jenny.
- I've left your dog in the mill. - Hey, hopper!
Here y'are.
- Get 'em! - Come on!
You will let me stay so that I can pay Sam back, won't you?
Yes, dear.
Oh, good!
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