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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

Alice chuckled. ‘You just leave your dad to me, lass.’ Her eyes strayed to the window where the fog had now come down so densely that she could barely see beyond the glass. ‘The boat should be back be now,’ she fretted. ‘I just hope they ain’t stuck out at sea in this fog.’

Over the years Amber had watched her mother worry about exactly the same thing time and time again. Not that she was any different to any of the other fishermen’s wives. They all knew what a risk their menfolk were taking when they sailed off and they all offered up a prayer of thanks each time they returned safely.

‘They’ll be fine, Mam.’ Amber sat back in her seat to enjoy her tea, for now too bone weary to even get out of her filthy clothes and wash. She had a lot to think about.

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen

‘Would you like me to get Nanny to bring the babies through to see you?’ Mrs Ruffin asked as she leant over the bed to tuck the covers more closely about Louisa’s thin frame. They had arrived home the day before and Louisa hadn’t stood up at all well to the journey. She was bleeding heavily again; so much so that Mrs Ruffin had insisted the doctor should be sent for.

Louisa scowled. ‘Not at the moment,’ she said. ‘I don’t feel strong enough just yet.’

Mrs Ruffin secretly wondered when she would be. Since the day the babies had arrived her answer had been the same every time she was asked.

‘Perhaps if you were to get up for a little while each day and sit in the chair by the window it might build your strength up?’ she suggested tentatively but Louisa pouted and shook her head, setting her curls bobbing on her shoulders.

‘No, I told you I’m not well and the babies are so . . .’ She frowned as she tried to think of the right words to describe them. ‘Noisy and sicky,’ she said disgustedly. She really couldn’t understand why everyone seemed to be making such a fuss of them. All the staff and especially Barnaby were besotted with them. And it wasn’t even as if they could do anything yet apart from drink milk, yell and fill their binders. She could only begin to imagine what he would be like with them when they could potter about.

The door opened and Barnaby appeared with a bunch of fresh-cut flowers he had asked the gardener to pick from the hothouse.

‘I thought these might cheer you up,’ he told her with a smile, handing them to Mrs Ruffin, who hurried away to put them in a vase in water.

Louisa glowered at him. ‘I think it will take a lot more than a few flowers to do that,’ she told him ungratefully. ‘You do realise that I almost died having those babies, don’t you?’