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As Alma and Mariana walked through the hall, the blonde woman said that she will quickly check on Emma and join Alma in kitchen in few minutes.
Mariana sofly knocked on Emma's door. She could hear sniffling from behind. ''Who's there?'' Emma asked.
''It's just me, dear. May I come in?'' Mariana questioned.
''Mhm,'' she faintly heard. Mariana entered Emma's room.
She saw Emma sitting on the floor with photographs and letters in her hand and all around her. The photographs she took while Abraham was still in the loop and all letters they used to send to each other when he left. The Ymbryne closed the door behind her and quietly walked to the poor girl. Both of them didn't say anything. Miss Gyrfalcon sat next to Emma and embraced the girl while she mourned.
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The dinner had a peculiar atmosphere even for peculiars. Probably because of the secret a few members of the house shared.
When Jacob came into the dining room, the kids, who'd been clamoring noisily for seats around the long table, froze and stared at him. Miss Peregrine, already seated at the head of the table, stood up and used the sudden quiet as an opportunity to introduce him. Miss Gyrfalcon, who sat on the other head of the table, send him an encouraging smile
''For those of you who haven't already had the pleasure of meeting him," she announced, "this is Abraham's grandson, Jacob. He is our honored guest and has come a very long way to be here. I hope you will treat him accordingly.'' Then she pointed to each person in the room and recited their names. The introductions were followed by a barrage of questions, which Miss Peregrine with Miss Gyrfalcon batted away with rapid-fire efficiency.
''Is Jacob going to stay with us?''
"Not to my knowledge."
"Where's Abe?"
"Abe is busy in America."
"Why does Jacob got Victor's trousers on?"
"Victor doesn't need them anymore, and Mr. Portman's are being washed."
"What's Abe doing in America?"
At this question Emma, who had been glowering in a corner, rise from her chair and stalk out of the room. As she walked she look at Miss Gyrfalcon and shook her head in gesture that she doesn't have to worry. The others, used to her volatile moods, paid no attention.
"Never mind what Abe's doing," Miss Peregrine snapped.
"When's he coming back?"
"Never mind that, too. Now let's eat!" Everyone stampeded to their seats. Jacob went to sit on an occupainted chair.
