We had an unfortunate incident in the house today
One of the Dickens' Village people (can't say that without thinking sailor, Native American, laborer.....) attempted suicide.
He leaped from the second story.
Jackie and I were in the kitchen when the incident occurred. We heard his tiny porcelain body hit the ground.
We found his body intact, and although the lantern he was carrying was fine, the staff on which it hung is broken.
The witnesses to this attempt have taken a vow of silence. The man and woman in the carriage following him have not spoken about the incident. Perhaps a word or two from them was the cause for this unfortunate incident.
The lad's job was to walk in front of the carriage with the lantern, lighting the way through the foggy London night. Maybe he led them into a hole, or over a bump, causing some words of anger.
No one is talking.
We are keeping him away from the ledge tonight and moved him to a location where we can better keep an eye on him.
He will have to find a new job, however, as he can no longer light the way.
If he had asked, I would have given him the following advice:
Young man, there's no need to feel down
I said, young man, pick yourself off the ground
I said, young man, 'cause you're in a new town
There's no need to be unhappy
bum bum bum bum bum
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