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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

‘Then pull that cart over there in the shelter an’ come on in afore you catch your death o’ cold,’ the kindly woman ordered her. ‘I’ll get you a nice hot cup o’ tea while Nancy goes to find Mrs Boswell.’

Amber did as she was told and minutes later, she gratefully sank down onto a chair at the side of the enormous kitchen table, glad for a brief respite out of the bitter cold. It was so hot in there that her damp clothes instantly started to steam.

The cook carried a mug of tea to the table for her, clucking her tongue sadly before saying, ‘We all heard what happened to your dad an’ your brothers, God bless their souls. I’m so sorry, lass.’

‘Thank you.’ Amber sipped at her tea, not quite knowing what to say but thankfully Nancy appeared and grinned from ear to ear when she saw Amber.

‘Oh, it’s so good to see you,’ she said as she hurried forward to give her a hug. ‘An’ ain’t it strange that you’re still doin’ the laundry for Greenacres one way or another. The new laundry maid what took your place came down wi’ the flu last week an’ from what we’ve heard she’s reet poorly. Won’t you consider comin’ back?’

Amber had no time to answer for Mrs Boswell had swept into the room and she too offered Amber her condolences on the loss of her family.

‘I’ve brought the clean laundry back, Mrs Boswell,’ Amber told her, rising from her seat. ‘I’ll just go an’ bring it in for you to look at.’

‘There’ll be no need for that,’ Mrs Boswell assured her kindly. ‘I know it will be quite acceptable if you and your mother have done it. Just leave it over there and I’ll go and get your payment.’

When Amber went back outside it was snowing harder than ever and as she was manhandling the large pile of laundry from the cart, Barnaby appeared around the side of the building and stared at her in amazement.

‘Amber . . . Miss Ainsley,’ he said eventually. ‘What brings you back here?’

She stared at him with loathing. ‘I only came to bring the clean washin’ me mam has done,’ she told him shortly.

‘I see.’ Rushing forward he lifted the heavy load before she could object and headed for the kitchen with it, but just before he entered, he paused to tell her, ‘You do know your job is still open here if you want it, don’t you? With two babies in the house now, we could do with more than just one laundry maid.’