Chapters (57)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Acknowledgements
- About the Authors
- Also by Rosie Goodwin
- Welcome to the world of Rosie Goodwin!
- Letter from Author
- Meat and Potato Pie
- The Precious Stones series
- The Days of the Week Collection
- Mothering Sunday
- Victorian Tales from Memory Lane
- Memory Lane Club
In one way she was glad to be leaving the area, if only for a short while, because she’d found every time she saw a woman with a baby she’d wonder if it was hers. She hadn’t wanted to know where Barnaby was going to place her daughter when she was born, but now she bitterly regretted not finding out. It was odd to think that she wouldn’t even know her if she did see her because she had refused to even have a glimpse of her after she had given birth. But it was too late for regrets now, she told herself, and perhaps far better for the baby never to know that its own mother hadn’t wanted it. Taking a deep breath, she straightened her shoulders and moved on. It was time for the next chapter in her life to begin and surely it couldn’t fail to be better than the last?
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Sixteen
‘When Helen Temple called to see me yesterday, she mentioned that you had recommended the girl who used to work here as our laundry maid to be her temporary nanny,’ Louisa said to Barnaby as he sat beside her bed on his daily visit to her room. He had resigned himself to the fact that he would never share her bed again and had mixed feelings about it, but he kept them to himself.
She raised her eyebrow. ‘Why would you do that?’ she questioned. ‘And why did she leave here?’
Barnaby swallowed his surprise. He hadn’t expected news of Amber’s new job to reach Louisa so quickly but he supposed he should have realised that gossip spread like wildfire. He was painfully aware that Mrs Ruffin was watching him intently and although he was quaking inside his voice was calm when he answered.
‘I believe she left to go to Scarborough to care for her sick uncle for some time and she probably didn’t think we would keep her job open for her because I saw her working with the herring girls in the harbour when I visited one of our trawlers one day. Anyway, Philip Temple had mentioned that they were looking for someone to go to London with them to look after the boys for a couple of months, and so I mentioned it to Miss Ainsley. I believe their last nanny walked out again.’ He gave a wry grin. ‘As you know, those little terrors never manage to keep a nanny for long. Philip is hoping that a boarding school will calm them both down. Helen is dead set against it, of course, but I think Philip put his foot down this time.’