‘Then you probably know why the squire is being so difficult.’

Mary stared down at her clasped hands. ‘Yes, miss.’

‘I’m going to ask you something you may not wish to answer, but I have a very good reason for the question.’

‘Yes, miss.’ Mary raised her head to give Daisy a questioning look.

Daisy leaned forward. ‘I know that the squire sent your son to prison for some minor offence.’

Mary jumped to her feet. ‘We don’t speak about it in this house.’

‘But Jay is your son. Surely you want to help him?’

‘It’s all in the past. My Lemuel insists on it being that way. Please don’t ask me anything else.’

‘I don’t understand,’ Daisy said slowly. ‘Jay’s been punished for the crime he committed. Why can’t you forgive him?’

‘Who says I don’t forgive him? It ain’t my choice, miss. He’s suffering for my sins, not his. My boy made a mistake, but he’s paid for it.’

‘I’m sorry, I don’t understand.’

‘No, and it’s best that way. I’m asking you to leave now, please. You’re very welcome here but I don’t want my boy’s name mentioned again.’

‘I apologise if I’ve upset you, Mrs Fox.’ Daisy left the cottage, walking slowly towards home. She was even more mystified after her brief conversation with Jay’s mother. Mary Fox was hiding some deep dark secret and Daisy had a feeling that the squire might have the answer. There was only one action that she could take now, and it was something she should have done at the outset.

Next morning, instead of catching the train to London, Daisy walked to Creek Hall, having told her aunt that she wanted to make sure that the Begg children were not causing Mrs Bee too much trouble. She knew that they would be well cared for, but it was a relief to see Judy and Molly enjoying the fresh air and sunshine as they explored the overgrown grounds. Judy bounded up to her and gave her a hug and Molly managed a shy smile.

‘Where are the little ones?’ Daisy took them by the hand. ‘Have they been good for Mrs Bee?’

‘Pip cried for our ma when Dove put him to bed, but she sung him a song and he fell asleep. Nate was tired out so he was no trouble at all.’ Judy puffed out her chest. ‘I’m good with the little ’uns. I’ve looked after them while Ma was out at work, so I know what to do.’

‘I help,’ Molly added shyly.

‘I’m sure you do.’ Daisy opened the scullery door and the smell of baking wafted out from the kitchen. Judy and Molly raced on ahead, but Daisy stopped to speak to Mrs Bee, who emerged from the linen cupboard carrying some drying cloths and a pile of dusters.

‘You needn’t worry about the little ones, miss. They’ve settled in as if they’ve always lived with us. Dove is a natural when it comes to children.’