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Chapters (59)
  1. Cover
  2. ABOUT THE BOOK
  3. Dedication
  4. PREFACE
  5. CHAPTER ONE
  6. CHAPTER TWO
  7. CHAPTER THREE
  8. CHAPTER FOUR
  9. CHAPTER FIVE
  10. CHAPTER SIX
  11. CHAPTER SEVEN
  12. CHAPTER EIGHT
  13. CHAPTER NINE
  14. CHAPTER TEN
  15. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  16. CHAPTER TWELVE
  17. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  18. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  19. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  20. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  21. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  22. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  23. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  43. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  44. CHAPTER FORTY
  45. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  46. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  47. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  48. CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
  49. CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
  50. CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
  51. CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
  52. CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
  53. CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
  54. CHAPTER FIFTY
  55. ENDING
  56. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  57. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  58. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  59. Also by Val Wood

‘We’ve time to pack everything,’ Ellen said, trying to keep cheerful. ‘You’ll soon get another farm.’

But he didn’t, even though he put out the word that he was looking for another position. There were seasonal labouring jobs, but Harry wanted something more permanent, something he could settle into.

‘If we had the money,’ he pondered one evening, ‘I could settle for working for myself. Just a small plot, just enough to keep us.’

Ellen had shaken her head. ‘No, you couldn’t,’ she said. ‘You like ’security of working on big farms, you enjoy having a lot of acreage to look after, and, be honest, you like looking after large herds of animals too.’ She paused. ‘And ’camaraderie of working with other men.’

‘Camaraderie,’ he joked. ‘My wife, the reader of big words.’

‘Well, what would you have called it?’ she challenged him.

He thought about it and then said, ‘Aye, you’re right. Companionship. Friendship. I do. I’ve known most of ’lads round here since I was just a nipper. I wouldn’t really want to work on my own.’

He wouldn’t, she thought. He was such an easygoing, friendly man. Everybody liked him. Everybody trusted him, and that was all very well, but if there were no jobs going … She sighed and thought that she might ask her mother if she’d be willing to look after the children for a couple of days a week, and ask around to see if there were any washing or ironing jobs in some of the big houses. Or she could ask Mrs Hodges if she could help out there.

When Ellen visited her mother she agreed that she would have the children for one day a week, but said she couldn’t manage more. She was already looking after Frances’s little girl and Julia’s son for two days.

‘I’m not as young as I was,’ she said. Sarah had the bones of a sparrow and was stick thin in spite of having given birth to ten children. ‘You girls forget.’

‘You’re not old either, Ma, but you’re right, we should try to manage just as you used to,’ Ellen agreed. ‘It’s not fair of us to expect you to help out.’

‘It’s not that I don’t like having ’em here,’ Sarah said. ‘I do, but when they’re all together they run rings round me.’