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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

‘Uncle,’ she said then, bringing his thoughts back to the present. ‘I know it’s not my place to tell you this because it’s really none of my business, but as you know, Mrs Carter and I have taken to having a stroll together some evenings after dinner and I couldn’t help but notice that . . .’ She paused, wondering if she should go on. She shrugged inwardly, in for a penny in for a pound, she decided, before continuing, ‘Well, the thing is I’ve noticed how she stops to stroke almost every dog we meet and when I mentioned it, she confessed it had always been a desire of hers to have her own little dog.’

Jeremiah’s eyebrows almost got lost in his hairline and Amber gulped, wondering if she had overstepped the mark.

‘A dog?’ he looked incredulous.

‘Yes, but only a little ’un and then she could keep it in the kitchen and the yard. You wouldn’t even have to see it if you didn’t want to,’ Amber said cajolingly. ‘And she’d be so delighted. She’s such a nice woman and I think it would do her good.’

‘I’d never even thought of owning a pet, let alone having one in the house,’ he admitted.

Amber smiled at him. ‘So what do you think of the idea?’ she persisted. ‘A lady we meet often on the beach was telling us that a friend of hers has the most adorable litter of miniature dachshunds.’

When he looked at her uncomprehending she rushed on, ‘Some people call ’em sausage dogs. They’re quite low to the ground with long bodies.’

‘Hm, then I suppose I’d better give it some thought,’ he answered, not wishing to commit himself to anything.

‘In that case you should have this,’ Amber said with a cheeky grin as she fumbled in the pocket of her gown to take out a scrap of paper. ‘This is the address of the lady who has the puppies. She only lives over in Queen Street just off the north bay and I thought if you’d even entertain the idea you might want to go an’ have a look at ’em.’

‘Humph!’ Her uncle ignored the piece of paper and when she asked to be excused from the table, Amber wondered if her request had perhaps upset him. But then, she reasoned, he didn’t have to do anything he didn’t want to.