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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

‘I don’t think either one of us will win that battle. I asked him about it once when there was no one else in the office and he told me it meant he didn’t have to make a decision about something as straightforward as lunch, and he could think about more important things instead.’

Isobel glanced up at the clock, calculating the time needed for the work she hadn’t yet done and mentally reshuffling her tasks for the rest of the day.

‘Puddings?’

‘I sometimes make crumble if there’s fruit. Master Finlay’s little plum tree at the end of the garden gave us a small harvest last September, even though it’s only been planted since they moved here. He asked for a plum tree and Miss Ann asked for the cherry tree in the front garden.’ She pointed to the lower shelf in the open larder where crimson-filled glass jars were arranged in a line, labelled neatly. ‘Those are spiced plums. I added some from the greengrocer so there were enough. My aunt gave me the recipe for them. Sometimes I make Eve’s pudding, and there’s custard. Or I make rice pudding, or blancmange, or junket. And there were raspberries and blackcurrants in the garden last year so I made summer pudding a few times when the berries were ripe.’

‘And you have been with the family how long, Isobel?’

‘Since they moved here, after the house was built. Before that they were in a big tenement flat in Bruntsfield and there was another maid who didn’t come with them. She said it was too much for her.’

‘So that’s just over two years?’

‘More or less, miss. The late Mrs Black felt that a routine for the meals was important. But this house hasn’t really been run in the same way as the others in the street.’

‘Oh?’

Isobel looked down at her shoes. ‘Some of the other maids, we talk, you know. They tell me that the ladies in their houses are interested in the food and how it’s prepared, so they do it together. They try new things.’

‘And you’ve never done that?’

‘Mrs Black, sorry, the late—’

Ursula shook her head. ‘There is no need to correct yourself all the time, I understand what you mean.’