Chapters (52)
- Cover
- Margaret Dickinson
- Dedication page
- Contents
- Part One
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Part Two
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Sow the Seed
- Note
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- Copyright page
Kate drew in her breath sharply and, tears glistening in her eyes, she reached out with trembling fingers to take the shell once more into her hands. ‘Oh, Mam, thank you. Thank you. Yes, yes, that’s it. The whelk shell Danny gave me. Oh, thank goodness you found it. Was it amongst me things?’
‘You were rambling about a shell when you were ill and when Danny—’ Kate saw her mother glance swiftly at Jonathan and then away again. ‘When Danny came to visit you, he told me all about it. I realized it was . . . important to you.’ Her mother’s voice dropped and she gave the faintest of sighs.
There was a pause and Kate prompted, ‘And?’
Esther was smiling again, ‘When I was taken up to the dormitory to pack your things up, I searched especially for the shell. It wasn’t there. So,’ Esther continued, enjoying the retelling of her tale, ‘I demanded that it be found.’
‘Oh Mam, you didn’t!’ Kate squeaked, but she was laughing with joy at the scene her mother was painting.
‘I did,’ Esther said firmly, and once more her eyes were sparkling. ‘I waited until every girl in your dormitory was fetched from class and made to go through her belongings. And,’ she finished triumphantly, ‘it was found in the chest of drawers belonging to Isobel Cartwright.’
Kate was not surprised and said so. ‘She was one of the three girls who were so horrid.’
‘You can forget all about that dreadful place, Katie love, and all the people in it. You won’t ever have to see any of them again,’ her mother said. ‘You’re safe home with us now. And I – I won’t send you away again.’
Kate bounced up from the chair and hugged her mother. Esther’s arms came tightly around her. Everything was all right – her mother really did love her.
And yes, she was safely home; with her mother, her stepfather – and Danny.
Twelve
‘Mam – I must go and look at the sea, I Just must!’
‘Well – all right then. But no paddling, mind. I know you, Kate Hilton. Get a bit of winter sunshine and ya reckon ya can act like it’s midsummer!’
Kate grinned at her mother and was rewarded by Esther Godfrey’s wonderful smile. ‘Eh, but it’s good to see you better, love. You’re still a bit thin and pale, though. I dun’t want you taking risks and getting another chill.’
‘I won’t, Mam. Just look how I’m muffled up in this coat and scarf – and a hat!’ she finished scathingly. Kate had never before worn a hat even when it snowed.