Chapters (100)
- Half Title
- Also By Natalie Fergie
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Contents
- 2011
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- 1908
- Chapter 3
- 1910
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- 1921
- Chapter 31
- 1931
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- 1951
- Chapter 50
- 2011
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Chapter 68
- Chapter 69
- Chapter 70
- Chapter 71
- Chapter 72
- Chapter 73
- Chapter 74
- Chapter 75
- Chapter 76
- Chapter 77
- 2021
- Chapter 78
- Chapter 79
- Chapter 80
- 2022
- Chapter 81
- Parkin
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- About Embla Books
He felt the texture of the suede, not wanting to leave any marks on its softness. ‘Very nice. I’m sure you will look extremely elegant carrying that.’
‘And this is Ann’s.’ She passed the second box over to him. ‘Green, as we agreed, to match her eyes. Each bag has an additional pocket inside in cream which makes it easier to see your things in poor light.’
He examined the bag, opened the clasp with care and ran his fingers over the purple silk lining. ‘I’m sure she’ll be delighted.’
‘Thank you.’
‘For approving of your choice of gifts?’
‘Yes, for that . . .’
‘Is there something else?’
Ursula sighed. ‘I suppose I’m finding things a little more difficult than I expected.’ She was unsure how to continue. ‘I want to thank you for your reassurances about my position in the family.’ She rewrapped the bags in their tissue paper slowly and slipped them back into the presentation boxes. ‘I am a bit worried about Ann.’ She searched for the right words. ‘Finlay is brusque with her sometimes. Do you remember how he teased her about the encyclopaedias last week? I don’t think he means it badly but I can see that she has noticed. Young girls can be easily hurt.’
‘That young man is trying my patience at the moment. He gets these new ideas from his friends at school and I’m sure he copies their behaviour. They did not allow such free thinking when I was a pupil.’
Ursula was beginning to regret having raised the matter and found herself unexpectedly defending Finlay. ‘I expect it will pass. He is probably testing out what it is to be a man. And he’s itching to be independent.’ She stood up and put the boxes back in their hiding place in the oak chest beneath the window.
‘Well, he is certainly testing me on occasion and I don’t mind admitting it. And too much independence won’t help him in life. I had to have a talk with him before Christmas about taking care. I’m not sure he took much notice of me, though.’ He waited until she was seated beside him again and took her hand. ‘You were right about the bag. Now that I’ve seen it, I understand. I was wrong to suggest the encyclopaedias.’
‘You weren’t wrong at all, and I’m sure if she wants encyclopaedias in the future then they can be provided. I do find it so interesting to observe how different they are. Ann is less impetuous and far more cautious for a start. So far, anyway.’