‘It’s not forever, my love. And you’ve got Grandfather and your father at home. Just let me help your Aunty Isabelle for a while; she needs her family at the moment, what with your Uncle James having no more sense than that scrubbing brush of yours.’ Harriet looked across at the white sheets in the sink and the red smears that were still on them. ‘Finish doing your washing and then come in and have a cup of tea with me, before Jethro picks me up and Mary shows her face. Just you and me, like we used to be. I used to nurse you for hours in front of the kitchen fire, unable to believe that I’d been given such a beautiful baby girl, after the death of my two sons. I didn’t think I deserved you. You are more precious to me than life itself and, if you don’t want me to go today, then I will tell Jethro to return without me.’ Harriet held Rosie tightly.

‘No, Mother, go. I know it will be good for you, and we will all manage.’ Rosie stood back and wiped her eyes. ‘I bet Ben won’t argue with Mary; he wouldn’t dare. And Georgina already loves her – anyone can see that. We will be fine.’

‘I know you will, or at least I hope so. I’m finding it hard to leave you all, as it takes lot to entrust my family to another person’s care. Now, let me get that kettle on and let me stir your father. Mary won’t want to see him in his nightshirt, like he sometimes wanders down in. I don’t know who would be more shocked: your father or her!’ Harriet sighed as she left Rosie to her washing. Her little girl was growing up into a fine woman, although she was learning the hard way, as all young women did.

‘Back full circle, Mistress Harriet.’ Jethro pulled up the gig just outside the gates of Settle railway station and helped Harriet alight.

‘Indeed, Jethro. I didn’t think I’d be doing this ever again. Strange how life works out. I just wish it was in better circumstances and that Madge was still alive to be doing her job, despite the rumours.’ Harriet looked at the man who was part of the backbone of the workings of Windfell and wondered just how much gossip had reached his ears.

‘Aye, well, I never listen to gossip – no good ever comes of it. I know that, because there’s been plenty spread over the years about my family.’ Jethro held his horse’s bridle and looked concerned.