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Chapters (60)
  1. The Wedding Dress Maker
  2. Also by Leah Fleming
  3. The Wedding Dress Maker
  4. Copyright Page
  5. Dedication
  6. Contents
  7. 1
  8. A Wednesday Afternoon in May 1949
  9. Early on Friday Morning
  10. September 1937
  11. May 1949, Friday
  12. September 1939
  13. May 1949, Friday
  14. Dressing Miss Forsyth, June 1942
  15. May 1949, Friday
  16. 2
  17. Rae, 1944
  18. Summer 1944
  19. May 1949, Friday
  20. August 1944
  21. May 1949, Friday
  22. Ten Days in March 1945
  23. On The Tenth Day, 1945
  24. May 1949, Friday at Noon
  25. Park Royal, Spring 1945
  26. May 1949, Saturday Morning
  27. 3
  28. Snapshots from The Royal, 1945
  29. May 1949, Saturday Morning
  30. Hogmanay, 1945
  31. A Secret Outing
  32. Saturday, Midday on Shap Fell, 1949
  33. 4
  34. February 1946
  35. Nothing To Write Home About, March 1946
  36. Homeward Bound, July 1946
  37. Saturday Afternoon in Kendal, 1949
  38. 5
  39. In the Winter of 1947
  40. The Texas Rangers, Autumn 1947
  41. Spring 1948
  42. Saturday Teatime in Kendal, 1949
  43. 6
  44. Dancing on the Green, Summer 1948
  45. Showdown
  46. Christmas 1948
  47. Window Shopping in Kendal, May 1949
  48. 7
  49. Into 1949
  50. Forks in the Path, March 1949
  51. Late Afternoon in Kendal, May 1949
  52. 8
  53. The Same Saturday Afternoon at Brigg Farm
  54. Staying On, June 1949
  55. 9
  56. Back to Griseley, June 1949
  57. On Carrick Sands, September 1949
  58. Acknowledgements
  59. Author the Author
  60. An Invitation from the Publisher

‘Steady the Buffs, old girl, don’t get all het up. It’s early days, your release was unexpected. I suppose they wanted to clear the decks for Hogmanay. I’ve had a letter to say you’ve passed muster but you must go slowly. Surely you didn’t expect to walk in and take over as if none of this had happened? Your father paid for the best care and under the circumstances I think he’s been a Trojan. I’m sure he’ll support you for as long as is necessary but the bairn doesn’t know you from Adam, does he? Peg stepped into the breach like a real trooper, beyond the call of duty if you ask my opinion, especially as she can’t have a bairn of her own. They are the “kent” faces baby Nichol turns to and they love him like their own. Why should they let you walk away with him, with no home, no income, no place to call your own?’

‘That’s no my fault, you’ve just said so!’

‘Aye, but a real mother wants what’s best for her bairn and won’t just upsticks and dump him in a day nursery while she earns her living, will she?’

‘Thousands of women had to do that in the war,’ Netta argued.

‘But the war’s over, Jeanette, and you weren’t there to see them flocking back to their hearth and home to be housewives and mothers again. Think about it. A good mother never sacrifices her child’s welfare and chance of education. She wants the best for her child. Do you catch my drift, young lady?’

‘Are you saying I should leave him at Stratharvar, walk away from my baby as if he’d never been born?’

The Doctor leaned back on his chair, fingers pressed together, and said nothing.

‘Are you telling me to give him over to his grandparents?’

‘You did that once already, Jeanette, when you were ill. They stood by you then and saw you got the best treatment. You’ve already made the sacrifice. They’ll make good parents and give him a fine education, a secure home in beautiful surroundings. Many girls in your situation would gladly yield up their babies to a home such as theirs.’ Netta was shaking at his meaning, trembling with indignation. He was not listening to her pleas at all.