Chapters (59)
- Cover
- ABOUT THE BOOK
- Dedication
- PREFACE
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FIFTY
- ENDING
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- Also by Val Wood
‘I mean that Ellen, single-handedly, is overcoming prejudice and bigotry by simply being herself and treating everybody she meets as equal, whatever their nationality or religion or owt else for that matter.’
‘Well, I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,’ Ellen’s mother humphed. ‘We don’t know any such people save Mrs Coggin in ’village, who’s a Catholic.’
‘Oh, but …’ Ellen began, ‘I’m not … I don’t … what I mean is, if you’re thinking of the Boscos or Mrs Johnson and her daughter, then they’re just ’same as us. There’s no difference between us, Harry, as you very well know.’
‘Well,’ Mrs Snowden said, when all had been explained, ‘I’ve nivver met them, but I don’t suppose they’ve got two heads, and I dare say they’re pretty much ’same as us when it comes to wanting somewhere to rest their weary bones and earn an honest living. So you do right, our Ellen, to offer them sanctuary; nowt special about that.’ She glared at Harry. ‘So don’t you be giving her a swollen head by thinking that there is when it’s onny human decency to do so.’
Harry opened and closed his mouth. He had wanted to praise his wife but somehow he had ended up at odds with his mother-in-law, and possibly his wife too, though he thought he had caught sight of a twitch of Ellen’s lips as she glanced at him. He sighed. It seems I can’t do right for doing wrong. He decided to go outside and look at the stars and leave the women to sort out the world’s difficulties without him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Ellen’s mother had cooked a shank of ham, and when Ellen’s father and Billy came home they ate it cold for supper, with potatoes baked in their skins in the oven and red cabbage cooked with sliced spiced apple. She had also made a nutmeg-flavoured rice pudding with a brown skin on top which Ellen cut up into pieces for the children and Harry, who all loved it.
When they had finished eating and cleared away, Harry said he’d better be getting off to his mother’s house where he was to spend the night. He would stable and feed the horse there.
‘I hear your ma’s not all that well,’ Ellen’s mother murmured. ‘Give her our best wishes.’
‘Thank you, I will,’ Harry replied. ‘She didn’t remember who I was when I last saw her. I’m hoping that Meg has reminded her I’m coming to see her.’