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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

Patrick nodded, gave him a wide smile, and said, ‘Likewise, Blackie, and you’re fast, have a bright mind, and you’ll pick things up quickly – so I think, anyway.’ There was a pause. Patrick pursed his lips and said, ‘I hope that you had enough to eat for breakfast.’ Eileen had commented on how thin the boy was.

Blackie nodded vehemently, and added, ‘I had a good breakfast. Thanks, Uncle Pat.’

‘Your aunt makes the bread, and it’s always good,’ Patrick told him. ‘She helps out a little at the baker’s shop in Town Street, making sponge cakes, pies and tarts. She has quite a talent for cooking and enjoys it. And she likes getting out a bit, going to the bakery.’

‘I realized she’s a good cook, sure and I did. The tea last night was the best meal I’d had in ages, except for the rabbit pies, o’course. They were a treat.’

‘And when did you have them?’ Patrick asked curiously, giving him a quick glance.

‘A’fore I left Ireland. Ye see, Uncle Pat, Mrs O’Malley had two rabbits. Joe O’Donnell caught ’em and brought them to her. Even skinned ’em for her, that he did. And she made two pies.’

Blackie couldn’t help laughing. ‘If ever ye have an odd rabbit or two, Uncle, I’ll make a pie for ye. Mrs O’Malley taught me how.’

‘And you can knead the dough, can you?’ A brow lifted questioningly.

Blackie laughed again. ‘I believe I might need a bit of help, only too true.’

Patrick said, ‘Aunt Eileen will teach you. It’s not a big job. I look forward to a pie made by your hands. I’m sure it will be excellent.’ There was a hint of amusement in his voice.

Continuing to walk up Town Street, Patrick explained, ‘As I told you some time ago, I have two apprentices – Benny and Alf – for the repairs and building work, and one fully fledged carpenter, Tom. I am going to bring Alf on more in a few weeks, because he has become very skilled. I myself will train you, Blackie, and I will enjoy doing it.’

‘I can’t wait, and thank ye for … taking me into the business.’

‘I promised your mother and, anyway, your aunt and I want you with us, Blackie lad. You’re company, and well, family. Same blood. We’ve got to stick together, move up in the world together.’

‘We do, we will,’ Blackie asserted. He started to say something else, then stopped. After clearing his throat, he asked, ‘How old were ye when you came to Leeds, Uncle Pat?’