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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

Daisy raised her eyebrow but didn’t comment. All she ever thought about was getting married, having her own little home and having babies, but then she supposed it was each to her own and thankfully she stopped teasing about it.

A couple of days before Christmas, Mrs Temple allowed Amber to have a few hours off to go and do a little Christmas shopping and she set off with Daisy in a happy mood. Amber bought small gifts for each of her family and once again, as she thought of being away from them at Christmas, she felt a severe wave of homesickness. She had decided some time ago that she would never want to live in London. Compared to Whitby it was sooty and noisy and nothing like she’d imagined it would be. She missed being able to stroll up to the ruins of Whitby Abbey on a balmy evening to watch the ships out at sea and feel the wind in her hair. And she missed the sounds of the waves lapping on to the beach and the good clean salt air. But she also wondered what she would do when she got home.

It was hard to believe that not so long ago she had been happy in her job at Greenacres, until the master had started to take an interest in her and everything had changed. Now she knew that her life was never going to be the same again. She would never be able to trust another man and fall in love and even if she did, she knew that it could only end in tears when they discovered that she’d given birth to an illegitimate child. So what did the future hold for her? At the moment it looked very bleak indeed. Not a day went by when she didn’t think about her baby and yet deep down she knew that she had done the right thing by letting her go. What sort of life could she have offered the child? But it didn’t stop her hurting, and so she just took it a day at a time as she counted down the days until she could go home again.

The one good thing to come out of this job was that after a not so good start she had now got a good rapport going with Harry and George and surprisingly she knew that she would miss them when the job finally finished.

When she and Daisy got back from their shopping trip, Amber took the gifts she had bought up to her room to find Harry waiting on the landing for her. She smiled and went to walk on but he fell into step beside her asking, ‘Did you get everything you wanted?’