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Chapters (73)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. PART ONE
  4. ONE
  5. TWO
  6. THREE
  7. FOUR
  8. FIVE
  9. SIX
  10. SEVEN
  11. EIGHT
  12. NINE
  13. TEN
  14. ELEVEN
  15. PART TWO
  16. TWELVE
  17. THIRTEEN
  18. FOURTEEN
  19. FIFTEEN
  20. SIXTEEN
  21. SEVENTEEN
  22. EIGHTEEN
  23. NINETEEN
  24. TWENTY
  25. TWENTY-ONE
  26. TWENTY-TWO
  27. TWENTY-THREE
  28. TWENTY-FOUR
  29. TWENTY-FIVE
  30. TWENTY-SIX
  31. TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. TWENTY-NINE
  34. THIRTY
  35. THIRTY-ONE
  36. THIRTY-TWO
  37. PART THREE
  38. THIRTY-THREE
  39. THIRTY-FOUR
  40. THIRTY-FIVE
  41. THIRTY-SIX
  42. THIRTY-SEVEN
  43. THIRTY-EIGHT
  44. THIRTY-NINE
  45. FORTY
  46. FORTY-ONE
  47. FORTY-TWO
  48. FORTY-THREE
  49. FORTY-FOUR
  50. PART FOUR
  51. FORTY-FIVE
  52. FORTY-SIX
  53. FORTY-SEVEN
  54. FORTY-EIGHT
  55. FORTY-NINE
  56. FIFTY
  57. FIFTY-ONE
  58. FIFTY-TWO
  59. FIFTY-THREE
  60. PART FIVE
  61. FIFTY-FOUR
  62. FIFTY-FIVE
  63. FIFTY-SIX
  64. FIFTY-SEVEN
  65. FIFTY-EIGHT
  66. FIFTY-NINE
  67. SIXTY
  68. SIXTY-ONE
  69. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  70. Keep Reading …
  71. About the Author
  72. Also by Barbara Taylor Bradford
  73. About the Publisher

‘Hello! Hello! Anybody home?’ The loud voice and knocking on the door made Emma sit up with a start. She had been dozing.

Blackie came marching in, his hair looking blown about by the wind, a giant smile on his face.

‘Here I am, me darlin’ Emma, bearing a few gifts for the wee bairn.’

It was true. His arms were full of packages which he put down on the kitchen table, before taking off his topcoat.

‘Blackie! You’re early. I didn’t expect to see you so soon!’ she exclaimed.

‘Well, ye knows I can’t resist the new addition to our little family. So I came galloping over without giving it a thought.’

‘I’m glad you did. Just go and take a peek at her, sleeping peacefully. A perfect little girl, Blackie.’

‘Aye and sure she is. For doesn’t she take after her beautiful mother?’ He strode over to look at the baby in the cradle, smiled, and then headed for the table. ‘Come on, Emma, come and look at the bits and pieces I picked up for Tinker Bell.’

Emma laughed. Blackie had taken to calling the baby Tinker Bell well before it was born; he was already certain – because Emma herself was – that it would be a girl.

Blackie grinned back and began to unwrap the presents. ‘Help me, mavourneen.’

Emma tore the paper off one parcel and discovered a pink wool coat trimmed with pink ribbon. ‘Oh, Blackie, it’s lovely. Thank you.’

‘And here’s the matching bonnet and a little pair of booties. I hope they’ll fit the wee mite. I had to be guessing the sizes.’

‘They’re perfect, Blackie, but you should not be spending your money on Tinker Bell.’ She smiled as she used his name for her daughter. ‘You should be saving it to build that house of yours in Harrogate.’

‘Ah, by God, I will do that one day, on the heads of the Blessed Saints, I will do that. But me and me Uncle Pat are doing well; sure and I can spare a few bob for Tinker Bell.’ He paused and handed her the last parcel.

Emma opened it and found a fluffy white lamb in her hands. ‘Blackie, thank you again, you’re spoiling her already. She can cuddle this.’

‘She deserves a toy, ye knows.’

Moving to the kitchen, Emma took the kettle, filled it with water and put it to the stove. ‘I’ll make us a cup of tea. Are you hungry, Blackie? Do you want something to eat?’

‘Ah, no, mavourneen. Tea will be just fine.’ He began to pick up the paper and threw it onto the fire. ‘Tinker Bell has to have a real name, ye knows. So, Emma, what are ye going to call her?’ he asked.