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Contents ( 62)
  1. Prologue
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Chapter Sixteen
  18. Chapter Seventeen
  19. Chapter Eighteen
  20. Chapter Nineteen
  21. Chapter Twenty
  22. Chapter Twenty-One
  23. Chapter Twenty-Two
  24. Chapter Twenty-Three
  25. Chapter Twenty-Four
  26. Chapter Twenty-Five
  27. Chapter Twenty-Six
  28. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  29. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  30. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  31. Chapter Thirty
  32. Chapter Thirty-One
  33. Chapter Thirty-Two
  34. Chapter Thirty-Three
  35. Chapter Thirty-Four
  36. Chapter Thirty-Five
  37. Chapter Thirty-Six
  38. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  39. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  40. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  41. Chapter Forty
  42. Chapter Forty-One
  43. Chapter Forty-Two
  44. Chapter Forty-Three
  45. Chapter Forty-Four
  46. Chapter Forty-Five
  47. Chapter Forty-Six
  48. Chapter Forty-Seven
  49. Chapter Forty-Eight
  50. Chapter Forty-Nine
  51. Chapter Fifty
  52. Chapter Fifty-One
  53. Chapter Fifty-Two
  54. Chapter Fifty-Three
  55. Epilogue
  56. Acknowledgements
  57. Welcome to the world of Rosie Goodwin!
  58. Rhubarb Crumble
  59. Love Rosie Goodwin?
  60. The Days of the Week collection
  61. Tales from Memory Lane

Holly was surprised to find that there was a gift for her from her grandfather, considering he’d already given her some money, and when she opened it she gasped with delight. It was a solid silver fob watch to clip on to the apron of her nurse’s uniform.

‘Oh, Grandfather, it’s beautiful, and how thoughtful of you,’ she told him, her eyes sparkling. ‘I shall be the envy of every nurse on the ward.’ Her grandfather really did seem to have changed, and she felt bad because it made the handkerchiefs and socks she had bought for him look very unimaginative but he seemed pleased enough with them. From her mother she had a lovely new coat in a rich red colour and again she was thrilled with it.

‘This will certainly keep the cold out, I shall wear it this morning,’ she said, smiling as she stroked the silky fur collar.

Her mother was also pleased with the pure silk scarf in autumn colours and the soft kid gloves that Emma had bought for her so Holly was in a happy mood as she skipped along to the kitchen shortly after to give Ivy and Cook their gifts before going to church with her mother.

However, she soon discovered that the mood wasn’t so light in the kitchen. Ivy was huddled in the fireside chair staring moodily into the flames roaring up the chimney and as Cook caught Holly’s eye she raised an eyebrow.

‘She’s proper down in the dumps,’ Cook told her as she ladled her special sage and onion stuffing into a baking tin. ‘Ain’t hardly had one word out of her all mornin’, I ain’t.’

Ivy looked up and gave her a weak smile but her eyes were dull.

‘Who would have thought I’d end up back here wi’ a baby on the way an’ no ring on me finger, eh?’ she said glumly. ‘An’ I had all them high hopes of makin’ somethin’ of meself an’ all. I can forget that now, can’t I? Who will ever want me wi’ an illegitimate baby? The more I think about it the more I think it’d be better all round if I just let it go for adoption.’

‘And didn’t we agree that we’d wait till the baby was here before you made that decision?’ Holly scolded.

Ivy lowered her eyes guiltily and nodded.

‘Then let’s have no more of that sort of talk. Now here, open your Christmas present and try to cheer up.’

Holly had to help her in the end as one arm was still strapped in a sling and when Ivy saw the thick woollen scarf and matching gloves she did manage a smile.

‘What wi’ everythin’ that’s gone on I ain’t had time to get you anythin’,’ she said with a frown but Holly merely laughed.

‘The best present I could have had was having you back with me for Christmas Day, and I’ve got that,’ she told her, giving her hand an affectionate squeeze.