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Chapters (100)
  1. Half Title
  2. Also By Natalie Fergie
  3. Title Page
  4. Copyright
  5. Dedication
  6. Contents
  7. 2011
  8. Chapter 1
  9. Chapter 2
  10. 1908
  11. Chapter 3
  12. 1910
  13. Chapter 4
  14. Chapter 5
  15. Chapter 6
  16. Chapter 7
  17. Chapter 8
  18. Chapter 9
  19. Chapter 10
  20. Chapter 11
  21. Chapter 12
  22. Chapter 13
  23. Chapter 14
  24. Chapter 15
  25. Chapter 16
  26. Chapter 17
  27. Chapter 18
  28. Chapter 19
  29. Chapter 20
  30. Chapter 21
  31. Chapter 22
  32. Chapter 23
  33. Chapter 24
  34. Chapter 25
  35. Chapter 26
  36. Chapter 27
  37. Chapter 28
  38. Chapter 29
  39. Chapter 30
  40. 1921
  41. Chapter 31
  42. 1931
  43. Chapter 32
  44. Chapter 33
  45. Chapter 34
  46. Chapter 35
  47. Chapter 36
  48. Chapter 37
  49. Chapter 38
  50. Chapter 39
  51. Chapter 40
  52. Chapter 41
  53. Chapter 42
  54. Chapter 43
  55. Chapter 44
  56. Chapter 45
  57. Chapter 46
  58. Chapter 47
  59. Chapter 48
  60. Chapter 49
  61. 1951
  62. Chapter 50
  63. 2011
  64. Chapter 51
  65. Chapter 52
  66. Chapter 53
  67. Chapter 54
  68. Chapter 55
  69. Chapter 56
  70. Chapter 57
  71. Chapter 58
  72. Chapter 59
  73. Chapter 60
  74. Chapter 61
  75. Chapter 62
  76. Chapter 63
  77. Chapter 64
  78. Chapter 65
  79. Chapter 66
  80. Chapter 67
  81. Chapter 68
  82. Chapter 69
  83. Chapter 70
  84. Chapter 71
  85. Chapter 72
  86. Chapter 73
  87. Chapter 74
  88. Chapter 75
  89. Chapter 76
  90. Chapter 77
  91. 2021
  92. Chapter 78
  93. Chapter 79
  94. Chapter 80
  95. 2022
  96. Chapter 81
  97. Parkin
  98. Acknowledgements
  99. About the Author
  100. About Embla Books

There was a nod. ‘He works on improving the railway systems. Three years ago, he was invited by the Canadian Pacific Railway to travel there and advise them on a particular project, and he jumped at the opportunity. He was away for six months and Olivia and I stayed here because I didn’t want to interrupt her education. When he came back all the talk was of how good the life in Canada was and he persuaded me that all three of us should visit for a month, over Christmas. And then a year ago he was offered a position, in Calgary. After much thought we decided that we would go, but we discovered that it would mean we had to emigrate. We did our research and discovered we had sufficient funds to support ourselves and that in turn meant we fulfilled the criteria of the Canadian government. Olivia was not keen to leave Scotland, but we got all the paperwork ready anyway.’ She took another sip of tea. ‘We were due to leave in April this year. Daniel sailed for Calgary and the plan was that I would follow with Olivia after she had completed her final school examinations. Unfortunately, because of the Great Depression, which is reportedly as bad there as it is here, the Canadians have changed the rules. Daniel has a job, and is needed by the railway company, so he can immigrate. And as his wife, I can go to be with him. But Olivia is now seventeen and not at school so we think she may no longer be regarded as a dependent minor. It might be that they allow her to enter the country, but it has been impossible to get a firm answer to the question. While all this has been happening, Olivia has now decided that she does not want to travel with us. She hopes to enrol at university here in Edinburgh next year. Her friends and her life are here. And when we were in Canada for that holiday I mentioned, it was winter; Olivia is not enamoured with the severe cold weather and the large amounts of snow. In short, she is now refusing to go with me. I must therefore choose between my husband and my child.’ She looked down at her hands and twisted her wedding ring around her finger again. ‘Daniel does not understand and is somewhat annoyed; he forgets that Olivia is almost a grown woman. I have tried everything I can to persuade her but she is unmoved by my opinions and is becoming more determined in her position. I am turning to you, therefore, in the hope that you may be able to help.’

‘How?’ Ann was disinclined to be anything but direct.