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Contents ( 64)
  1. Prologue
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Chapter Sixteen
  18. Chapter Seventeen
  19. Chapter Eighteen
  20. Chapter Nineteen
  21. Chapter Twenty
  22. Chapter Twenty-One
  23. Chapter Twenty-Two
  24. Chapter Twenty-Three
  25. Chapter Twenty-Four
  26. Chapter Twenty-Five
  27. Chapter Twenty-Six
  28. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  29. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  30. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  31. Chapter Thirty
  32. Chapter Thirty-One
  33. Chapter Thirty-Two
  34. Chapter Thirty-Three
  35. Chapter Thirty-Four
  36. Chapter Thirty-Five
  37. Chapter Thirty-Six
  38. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  39. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  40. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  41. Chapter Forty
  42. Chapter Forty-One
  43. Chapter Forty-Two
  44. Chapter Forty-Three
  45. Chapter Forty-Four
  46. Chapter Forty-Five
  47. Chapter Forty-Six
  48. Chapter Forty-Seven
  49. Chapter Forty-Eight
  50. Chapter Forty-Nine
  51. Chapter Fifty
  52. Chapter Fifty-One
  53. Chapter Fifty-Two
  54. Chapter Fifty-Three
  55. Chapter Fifty-Four
  56. Chapter Fifty-Five
  57. Chapter Fifty-Six
  58. Acknowledgements
  59. Welcome to the world of Rosie Goodwin!
  60. Very Rich Fruit Christmas Cake
  61. The Days of the Week collection
  62. Prologue
  63. Tales from Memory Lane

Chapter Seventeen

‘I was wondering if you could tell me which way it is to the post office?’ Kitty asked her mother late the following morning. ‘I’ve written to Sunday and Tom and my friend, Ben, and I need some stamps.’

‘Oh, you don’t need to trouble yourself with things like that. That’s what we have servants for,’ Ruby told her as she daintily stifled a yawn with her hand. ‘Just pop them on the tray over there with my mail and one of the maids will post them later.’ It was almost twelve o’clock, but Ruby had only just got up and was still clad in her peignoir. Kitty had rarely seen her up and about before lunchtime.

Crossing to the tray, she laid her letters on it.

‘Don’t worry,’ Ruby told her as she helped herself to a cup of coffee. ‘I have written to Mr and Mrs Branning and given them our full address so no doubt they’ll be writing to you very soon. If they’ve forgiven you for leaving them so abruptly, that is.’

Kitty blinked. Her mother might have a point. She had left Treetops in rather a rush, despite being fully aware of how upset Sunday was about her sudden departure. But surely Sunday wouldn’t have expected her to miss the chance of meeting her birth mother? The girl tapped her lip with her forefinger. Never mind. In her letter she had told them truthfully how very much she missed them all, so Sunday and Tom were bound to respond when they received it. Feeling slightly happier, she then asked, ‘Did you have anything planned for this afternoon?’

‘What?’ Ruby already had her head buried in the latest copy of the Ladies Home Journal magazine. She was a great fan of the fashion section inside it. ‘What did you say, dear?’

‘I said, have you got anything planned for this afternoon – for us, I mean?’

‘Oh … no, no, I’m afraid not. I have a performance tomorrow evening and I always like to rehearse then rest the day before so that I look and perform at my best.’

‘Oh, I see.’ Kitty couldn’t help but feel let down. But then she brightened a little when she asked, ‘In that case would you mind if I went out for a while? I could take myself off and do a bit of sightseeing.’

Ruby raised an eyebrow. ‘On your own? What if you get lost?’

‘I shall be fine,’ Kitty said as Miss Fox joined them. ‘I can always hop in a cab and give them this address if I do get lost, and they’ll bring me home.’

‘Hmm!’ Miss Fox didn’t look any too pleased with the idea. ‘I’m not so sure it’s safe for a young lady like you to be out and about by herself. There’s pickpockets and all manner of rogues just waiting to rob you blind.’

‘Oh, Foxy, stop fussing,’ Ruby scolded with a giggle. ‘She’s not a child.’ Then to Kitty: ‘Just be sure to stay in the places where there are lots of people and don’t venture into the back streets.’