Kate’s heart missed a beat. ‘You mean me real da?’
‘Aye,’ Rose whispered, her eyes brimming, ‘William.’
Kate’s pulse quickened. She had not heard Rose utter her father’s name for years. It seemed to conjure him up, as if he stood in the shadows of the dark cottage, watching them.
‘Me da,’ Kate murmured dreamily, ‘he was a friend of Canon Liddell’s?’
Rose turned from her abruptly. ‘Well, maybe friend is too strong a word - they were two of a kind.’
‘But they knew each other?’ Kate pressed.
‘Aye,’ Rose admitted, pushing herself to her feet. ‘Now hurry up with those tatties, or there’ll be nowt to eat for dinner.’
The spell was broken, but the warm thrill Kate got from thinking that her father had been acquainted with some of the Liddells stayed with her. It made her feel even prouder to bear the name of Fawcett and not McMullen.
Kate unbuttoned her jacket and pulled off her mittens.
‘Is Sarah coming over from Hebburn?’ she asked, following her mother into the scullery.
‘No, she can’t get away.’
Kate felt dashed. ‘She’s doing canny, though?’
Rose shot her a look. ‘She hasn’t been home much either.’
Kate flushed. ‘Sorry, Mam. I know I should’ve tried to get home sooner.’
Rose held up a finger. ‘You don’t have to apologise. You stick in with your job at the castle and make some’at of yourself, hinny. That’s all that matters.’ They began to prepare the meal together, a rabbit stew and boiled potatoes and turnip. Bit by bit they told each other their news.
‘I think Sarah’s courting. She hasn’t said much, but I think that’s why she’s staying away. Doesn’t want Father to find her out.’
Kate remembered the way she had encouraged Sarah to hurry back to Hebburn for the Coronation bonfire to see the lad who called round with vegetables. Maybe something had come of it.
‘And you?’ Rose asked abruptly. ‘Are you courting yet?’
Kate blushed and laughed. ‘No!’
‘With all those lads around the estate?’ Rose teased. ‘Or does our Lizzie keep you that busy?’
‘Aunt Lizzie’s been grand,’ Kate smiled. ‘And there are some canny lads at Ravensworth - but no one in particular.’
For an instant, the image of the laughing Alexander swinging her round in the polka flashed through her mind. But he was the stuff of daydreams.
‘Well, there’s no hurry,’ Rose said. ‘Not like our Mary -she may be only fifteen but she wants to be wed and kept in luxury for evermore.’
‘Where is she?’
Rose let out a long sigh. ‘Down at Maggie’s. Spends more time there than here these days.’
Kate felt annoyance rise. ‘She should be here helping you.’
‘Aye, but it’s the only way I get a minute’s peace. If she’s here she’s ranting on about how badly she’s tret, how it’s not fair her sisters get to live away, how Jack’s spoilt rotten. Oh!’ Rose exclaimed in exasperation. ‘Nothing suits our Mary -she gets more difficult by the day. And don’t expect her to welcome you with open arms. Ever since we heard you were coming home she’s been crying and wailing about how you get everything you want and she gets nowt. Your father’s at his wits’ end.’
It was the first time either of them had mentioned John. If Mary had lost her ally in her stepfather then the situation must be bad.
‘Can’t she get a job?’ Kate suggested.
‘Your father wants her here giving me a hand around the house. He doesn’t know she spends most of the day down at Maggie’s. He’d knock her into next week if he knew.’ Rose shook her head. ‘It worries me that much.’ She gave a pleading look. ‘Do you think you could find her some’at over at Ravensworth? It might be the best thing for all of us if she gets away.’
Kate’s heart sank at the thought of the disruptive Mary barging her way into her new happy life.
‘Father would never agree, would he?’
‘He wouldn’t need much persuading.’
Kate saw the bleak look on her mother’s lined face. She was worn out with worry. Kate chided herself for being mean-spirited and put a hand on her mother’s. ‘I’ll ask about,’ she promised.
Kate lit a lamp to make the room more welcoming and set the table with the cheerful daffodils in the centre. At midday, without warning, Jack appeared like a ghost at the back door.
He had grown six inches, his arms dangling from a too-short jacket. She grinned at her brother and held out her hands.
‘By heck, you’ve grown! You’re as tall as me.’
‘Taller,’ he said with a shy smile, but did not go to greet her. Instead he busied himself unlacing his muddy boots and placing them carefully by the fender.
Kate dropped her arms. ‘Where’ve you been? Playing up the tree?’
He glanced at her in disdain. ‘I don’t play any more. Been down Bonham’s farm catching rats.’ His dark eyes challenged her. ‘Shoot crows an’ all.’
‘Shoot! You mean with a gun?’ Kate exclaimed.
‘Aye,’ he gave a grin of satisfaction, ‘he’s teaching me to use a real gun.’
Rose shushed him. ‘Don’t go telling your father. He’ll just take against old man Bonham and stop you going.’
‘I don’t care,’ Jack said scornfully. ‘He’ll not stop us.’
Rose rolled her eyes as if she had heard it all before. But Kate was surprised at Jack’s defiance. It was not like him to speak his mind or talk of defying John. Of all of them, she suspected he had changed the most in the months of her absence.
An hour later, Mary sauntered in, just ahead of her stepfather.
‘Father’s on his way up the hill,’ she announced. ‘Well, look who’s here! Have you brought me anything?’
‘Here,’ Kate smiled in greeting and held out the small parcel of soap, ‘I kept this for you specially.’
Mary tore it open at once and pressed the cake of soap to her nose.
‘It’s rosewater,’ Kate grinned. ‘Lady Ravensworth gave some to all us lasses.’
Mary pulled a face. ‘Ooh, Lady Ravensworth,’ she mimicked. ‘So how come you didn’t want it?’
‘I did, but I thought you’d like it.’
‘Well, I don’t want it if you’ve used it already.’
‘I haven’t touched it,’ Kate protested. ‘And I’ll have it back if it doesn’t suit you.’
‘No,’ Mary said, pocketing it swiftly, ‘I’ll have it.’ Catching Rose’s warning look she added with an effort, ‘Ta very much.’
Kate turned to Jack, who was whittling a stick with a penknife by the fire. He’d hardly spoken a word in an hour. ‘Sorry I didn’t bring you a present -I didn’t know what you’d want. But I knew you’d like Aunt Lizzie’s plum jam.’
Jack said nothing, just went on methodically carving.
‘It’s like talking to a block of wood,’ Mary complained. ‘Don’t expect it to speak back.’
She missed the resentful glance Jack gave her, but Kate didn’t. She stepped between them quickly.
‘Haway, Mary, help me serve up the dinner. I can hear Father at the gate.’
‘Serve it up yourself,’ Mary muttered. ‘I’ve done it every week you’ve been away.’
Rose’s scolding was interrupted by loud whistling at the door and John pushed his way in. He at least looked just the same, Kate thought drily. As smartly dressed as possible in his slightly threadbare suit, his white hair and moustache neatly combed. His face was as gaunt as ever, but he moved quickly, exuding a brutish strength in his long limbs and powerful shoulders. The beery-tobacco smell of the bar wafted in with him.
‘My chickens home to roost, eh!’ he cried on seeing the sudden bustle around the table. ‘And how’s our Kate? Putting on weight, I’d say.’
‘No she’s not,’ Rose protested on her behalf.
‘Hello, Father.’ Kate went over and gave him a peck on the cheek, then q
uickly retreated. She hated the smell on his breath.
‘Come and tell me all about it.’ He sat down at the head of the table and Mary made a sudden fuss of serving him, vying for his attention as Kate described life at Ravensworth.
‘Tell him about the new position,’ Rose urged.
‘What new position?’ Mary demanded. ‘You never told me.’
‘I’m working up at the castle now,’ Kate said proudly. ‘I’m a housemaid for Lord and Lady Ravensworth.’
‘Isn’t that grand, John?’ Rose beamed.
‘Well I never!’ John slapped his knee, already thinking of how he would boast around the dockyard pubs. ‘Working for Lord Ravensworth himself, eh?’
‘Aye,’ Kate went on excitedly, ‘I lay the fires and fetch hot water for their baths and polish the stairs - you wouldn’t believe how many steps there are.’
Suddenly Mary flung back her chair. ‘It’s not fair!’ she cried. ‘You never said anything about being a housemaid. Said you were working in the laundry.’
‘Sit down,’ Rose ordered. ‘You should be pleased for your sister.’
‘Well, I’m not,’ Mary pouted. ‘I’d make a better housemaid than her. She can’t even walk properly with her gammy foot.’
‘That’s enough,’ John growled. ‘Sit down, lass.’
‘No I won’t! Why can’t I be a housemaid? You should have thought of me!’ she yelled at Kate.
‘Sit down and shurr-up,’ John snapped.
But Mary was too riled to stop. She was puce in the face, her eyes welling with resentful tears.
‘Kate always gets everything! I’m sick of hearing what a grand life she’s having at Ravensworth while I’m stuck here in this dirty old cottage with you lot.’
‘I’ll take me belt to yer!’ John half rose.
Mary turned on him in defiance. ‘You’ll not whip me like you did our Sarah. I’m not your dog!’
‘Mary!’ Rose gasped in shock.
‘Nobody cares for me!’ Mary screamed. ‘None of you do - only Aunt Maggie. And you can have this back.’ She pulled out the bar of soap and threw it across the table at Kate. It bounced into her plate and splashed her with gravy.
There was a moment of stunned silence. Mary stared at Kate wiping the brown flecks from her starched white blouse, the look on her face as surprised as Kate’s. Then the kitchen erupted.
John sprang from his chair, grabbed the soap from out of the stew with one hand and seized Mary with the other.
‘I’ll give you Aunt-bloody-Maggie!’ he roared. ‘I’ll wash your dirty little mouth out.’
Mary screamed as he hauled her across the kitchen. Rose hobbled over to intervene but was not quick enough. She tried to catch John’s arm but he threw her off.
‘Get in there!’ he bawled, shoving the young girl into the scullery. He saw the bucket of cold muddy water still full of potato peelings and plunged her head in.
‘John, stop it!’ Rose shouted, thumping him on the back.
He yanked Mary up by the hair. She spluttered and spat. John rammed the bar of soap into her mouth. Mary gagged and tried to scream. He thrust her head back in the bucket.
‘Help her!’ Rose pleaded to Kate and Jack, who were hovering in the doorway, too stunned to act. The anger and violence had flared out of nothing in an instant. Kate remembered with a sick churning inside how quickly storms brewed and erupted in this household.
Kate was stung into action by her mother’s entreaties. She barged into the narrow scullery and threw herself at John’s stooped back, grabbing at his short hair. Momentarily he lost his grip and Rose took the chance to seize Mary and pull her out from under him. They tussled and the pail of water crashed over, flooding the stone floor and soaking Kate’s skirt. John pushed her out of the way and barged out of the narrow scullery. But Kate’s intervention had given Rose just enough time to shove Mary through the kitchen and up the ladder to the loft.
Rose stood at the bottom, guarding it.
John shouted up, ‘You can stay up there! That soap’s the last food you’ll taste till the morrow! I don’t want to see your twisty face again, do you hear?’
All they could hear in return was Mary’s loud sobbing. Kate wanted to rush upstairs to make sure she was all right, but did not dare rile John further.
‘Come and eat, John,’ Rose coaxed. ‘Mary’s learnt her lesson.’
‘She never learns,’ he snarled. ‘You’re too soft on her - on all of them - always have been.’
Rose swallowed her pride. ‘Aye, you’re right. It might be best if she was sent away - into place. Somewhere they’ll keep her in order better than I can.’
John gave her a wary look, then nodded. ‘And curb that tongue of hers.’
‘Aye, that’s what she needs,’ Rose encouraged. ‘She takes no heed of what I say any more.’
‘Never has done,’ John grumbled.
‘Kate will ask around Ravensworth way, won’t you?’ Rose looked for her daughter’s support.
‘Soon as I get back,’ Kate promised, thinking how she couldn’t get back to the haven of Ravensworth quick enough.
‘So come and eat, John,’ Rose said, steering him away from the ladder and back to the table.
He allowed himself to be led and was soon munching hungrily on the stew. Kate had no appetite any more and went to dry off her skirt by the fire. It was then that she noticed Jack had disappeared. He must have fled during the brawl in the scullery. But neither Rose nor John made any comment and she wondered how often he took flight from the wrangling at Cleveland Place.
After the meal, John lay down on the bed in the corner and slept off his Sunday dinner. Kate helped her mother clear up and then quietly mounted the ladder with a piece of bread dipped in gravy for Mary.
‘Here, eat this,’ she whispered across the dark room in the eaves. ‘I’ve got to go for me train now. But I’m ganin’ to look out for you - find you a job if I can, get you away from here.’
Mary did not stir from under the bundle of covers on the mattress, so Kate put the plate down beside her and turned to go. As she climbed on to the ladder, a muffled voice spoke from the lump of blankets.
‘Kate?’
‘Aye?’
‘I’m sorry ... sorry about spoiling the soap. I wanted it really.’
‘Doesn’t matter. You can still use it.’
‘Never!’ Mary said in defiance. ‘Not after he’s touched it.’
‘Ta-ra then.’ Kate began to descend.
‘Write to us, won’t you?’ Mary called after her. ‘Don’t forget me.’
Kate paused and whispered back, ‘I’ll write.’
She took a swift farewell of Rose, hugging her briefly, but eager to be gone before John awoke.
‘Go and find our Jack,’ Rose told her. ‘He’ll be that upset if you go without saying goodbye. He misses you.’
‘Didn’t seem that pleased to see me,’ Kate pointed out.
‘Doesn’t show it. But he moped around here like a lost dog for weeks after you went in the summer.’
Kate went outside and called for her brother. When no answer came she set off for the station with a shrug of resignation. But at the end of the row she found him huddled next to Harry Bum’s rain barrel, waiting for her.
‘Come and see me off?’ she asked. He nodded and allowed her to slip an arm through his.
‘I wish Mary would gan and live with Aunt Maggie,’ he muttered as they walked down the bank.
‘We’ll sort Mary out,’ Kate assured him, ‘then you’ll have some peace. Does Father tret you fairly?’
Jack hunched his shoulders. ‘Stay out his way mostly. Prefer me own company, any road.’
Kate glanced at her shy, gawky brother with a pang of pity. He would be quite on his own if Mary was sent into service, and Cleveland Place was too solitary for a boy of twelve. But Jack did not appear to be lonely; he preferred the company of crows and farm animals to that of his warring family.
She squeezed his arm. �
��By the end of next year you’ll be starting work - you’ll be earning a wage like Father. One day soon you’ll be a man and able to stand up to him - stand up for Mam. Your turn will come, kiddar.’
Jack said nothing to this, but his face looked thoughtful. He let Kate hold on to his arm all the way into town, only breaking free when they neared the station. This time he saw her on to the train and waved her away with a bashful smile, and Kate was gladdened to see a glimpse of the old affectionate Jack.
Soon her thoughts were racing ahead to Ravensworth, and she sat impatiently in the chilly, gas-lit carriage as the train clanked south. She would not be going home again in a hurry.
To her delight, Peter and Alfred were waiting at the station for her.
‘The lad made me come,’ her uncle said wryly, ‘and Lizzie says to drop by for a cup of tea before you gan back to the castle. She wants all the news from home.’
Kate swung Alfred into her arms and kissed the top of his head in greeting. It came to her in a rush. After the disappointments and upsets of the day, she felt more than ever that Ravensworth was now her home.
Chapter 11
Blossom was falling from the cherry trees when Alexander next found a chance to visit Ravensworth. Jeremiah had kept him busy with visits to mines in South Yorkshire and had demanded his company at home for several weeks after his return. It struck Alexander that his father was lonely and increasingly fretful about his adopted son’s future.
‘It’s time you found yourself a wife,’ he lectured. ‘I’d like to see you settle down - start your own family. They could live here and keep me company when you travel. This house is too big and empty for an old man like me.’
‘You’re not old,’ Alexander insisted, trying to laugh it off. ‘You’ll probably outlive me.’
‘Don’t say such a thing!’ Jeremiah snapped. ‘No, no. You must think seriously about marriage. What about this De Winton girl you talked about? I’ve made enquiries about the family - good farming stock and quite a bit of land up Weardale. It could be just the match. You liked her, didn’t you?’
‘She was pleasant enough,’ Alexander conceded.
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