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Chapters (57)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter Two
  5. Chapter Three
  6. Chapter Four
  7. Chapter Five
  8. Chapter Six
  9. Chapter Seven
  10. Chapter Eight
  11. Chapter Nine
  12. Chapter Ten
  13. Chapter Eleven
  14. Chapter Twelve
  15. Chapter Thirteen
  16. Chapter Fourteen
  17. Chapter Fifteen
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  40. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  41. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  42. Chapter Forty
  43. Chapter Forty-One
  44. Chapter Forty-Two
  45. Chapter Forty-Three
  46. Chapter Forty-Four
  47. Acknowledgements
  48. About the Authors
  49. Also by Rosie Goodwin
  50. Welcome to the world of Rosie Goodwin!
  51. Letter from Author
  52. Meat and Potato Pie
  53. The Precious Stones series
  54. The Days of the Week Collection
  55. Mothering Sunday
  56. Victorian Tales from Memory Lane
  57. Memory Lane Club

The man turned with a scowl as Amber looked towards Daisy in dismay. ‘But the poor chap was down on his luck,’ she said with concern. She always tried to spare a little for Trampy Ned back at home.

Daisy snorted. ‘Now look ’ere, you’ll ’ave to ’arden up if you’re to be ’ere fer any length o’ time. This city is crawlin’ wi’ people like ’im an’ most of ’em will spend anyfin’ yer give ’em on drink or drugs. The place is rife wiv pickpockets an’ all, so just make sure you allus keep your ’and on your bag. I should ’ave warned you before. They’re so good at what they do you don’t even know they’ve robbed you till you come to get your purse.’

When Amber looked shocked, Daisy chuckled. ‘Don’t be fooled by the posh shops.’ She shook her head. ‘London is a den o’ vice. There’s more prostitutes ’ere than anywhere, I reckon, an’ if you were to come out of an evenin’ you’d see ’em all standin’ on street corners toutin’ for business.’

‘Really?’ Amber looked around nervously but Daisy was quite calm.

‘Don’t worry, you’re quite safe wiv me,’ she reassured her. ‘An’ you ain’t likely to be out much on your own at night, are you? So you’ll be fine. I was just tellin’ you, that’s all.’

They did a detour on the way back so that Amber could get a glimpse of the River Thames and once again she was disappointed. On the pictures she had seen of it the water had been blue but in reality she saw that it was a sludgy brown colour with a lot of rubbish floating on it.

‘You wouldn’t fancy fallin’ in that, would you?’ Daisy grinned, then said, ‘Tell me all about Whitby.’

‘There’s nothing much to tell really,’ Amber told her. ‘Most of the people who live there are fishermen, includin’ me dad an’ two o’ me brothers. The other two work on the railways.’

‘Oh, an’ you didn’t get to answer me question – is there a boyfriend back there waitin’ for you an’ how long ’ave you worked for the Temples? I must admit I was surprised when I first saw you, most o’ their nannies were much older.’

‘In answer to your first question, no, I don’t ’ave a boyfriend,’ Amber said a little tetchily. ‘An’ in actual fact I didn’t get this job till a couple o’ days before we all set off to come ’ere.’

‘So what did you do before that?’