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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

For the first part of the journey the boys had been chatty but as it progressed, they both dozed, which gave Amber time to think and her thoughts turned to her baby as they often did. Only the day before she had wrapped the boys up warmly in thick coats, hats and mittens and taken them to the lake in the park to sail the little boats that their grandparents had bought them for Christmas. The sight of the nannies pushing the perambulators about had brought a lump to her throat. Her little girl would be four months old now and she still thought about her every single day. Her biggest regret was refusing to see her. At least if she had she would have a memory of her to cling to. But as it was all she knew about her was what she had heard the midwife say about her having an angel’s kiss on her thigh.

‘Amber, have we got much further to go?’ It was Harry who had woken from his doze.

Amber started. ‘Not too far now,’ she told him kindly. ‘An’ I believe we’re goin’ to stop at an inn soon for somethin’ to eat an’ drink.’

George was still fast asleep and Harry said quietly, ‘Me an’ George don’t want to go away to school, you know, but father thinks it will be good for us.’

‘And I’m sure it will,’ Amber answered. ‘You’ll settle in in no time, an’ think of all you’ll learn. Why, wi’ a good education you can be anythin’ you want to be when you grow up.’

It was early evening by the time they arrived back at the Temples’ residence and Amber went straight to her room to collect her things together. There was no point in delaying so she supposed she should leave as soon as she was ready. When she came downstairs, Mrs Temple was waiting for her. She led her into her husband’s office where she paid Amber her wages, adding a hefty bonus.

‘You’ve been wonderful with the boys,’ she praised, shaking her hand. ‘Thank you so much for stepping in at such short notice. I know the boys have enjoyed their time with you. In fact, I think they will miss you.’

‘Thank you, and I shall miss them too,’ Amber responded.

They left the office to find the boys waiting for them in the hallway. They would be leaving for their new school the next morning and both looked thoroughly miserable.