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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

‘Yes. I found me mam a lovely shawl on the market and I got me dad a new pipe. He likes to sit outside the cottage of an evening and have a smoke when the weather allows. Then I got socks fer me brothers. Theirs have always got ’oles in ’em.’

He courteously carried the bags to her bedroom door for her before saying pensively, ‘George and I will miss you when we go away to school, Ainsley.’

‘I shall miss you too,’ she responded. ‘But I’m sure you’ll love it at school when you settle in.’

She paused to take the parcels back off him and blushing, he asked, ‘Will we ever see you again?’

‘Oh, I’m sure you will. You’ll be coming back to yer ’ome fer the holidays an’ seein’ as we live in the same town, we’re bound to bump into one another at some point.’

He nodded and with his shoulders drooping he sadly made his way back to his room leaving her with a frown on her face. If she wasn’t mistaken the boy had developed a little crush on her. But it didn’t trouble her unduly. She had no doubt he would soon forget about her once he started school.

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen

‘How would you like me to carry you down to dinner in the dining room tomorrow? It will be Christmas Day after all,’ Barnaby suggested to Louisa as he stood at the side of her bed on a cold and frosty evening.

She turned her face away. ‘When will you get it into your head that I’m not well enough to get up? Why don’t you spend the day with your children? They’re the ones who seem to demand all your attention nowadays.’ Her voice was dripping with sarcasm.

Barnaby glanced at Mrs Ruffin, who was pottering about the room dusting the furniture, but she merely shrugged and he felt the colour flame in his cheeks. He had done everything he possibly could to please Louisa since they had brought the babies home. Only the week before the Harley Street doctor Barnaby had been corresponding with had come to the house to see if there was anything that could be done to help her regain her health. But after examining her the man had shaken his head.

‘I’m afraid your wife’s condition appears to be as much mental as physical,’ he had told him in hushed tones. ‘There is nothing that can be done about the continued bleeding, although I do feel it might help if she could resume her normal lifestyle as much as she’s able to. Lying in bed never did anyone any good. She’ll lose muscle power and become even more depressed.’

‘So what can be done? There must be something!’