At eleven she was as tall as most girls
ofthirteen.
Aspen leavesshiver, reflecting little points of
light from their still glossysurface.
One night grandmother had smiled and said, What do
you think ofthe Bible, Victoria?
I love spring, says the girl as she rejoins him,
her hat slung byits ribbons over her arm. Grandmother had given her thebracelet last
week for her birthday.
It always rattled Jane so that she generally made a
muddle offinding the right place.
Jane seldom dared tohelp herself to white meat
because she knew grandmother waswatching her.
And Janewould have liked to polish the silver and
cook.
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Mother wentout almost every evening to something or other and almost everyafternoon
too.
It always rattled Jane so that she generally made a
muddle offinding the right place.
I spilled soup on Miss Thatchers silk dress
lastnight . More than anythingelse Jane would have liked to cook. But she says Im
notworth my salt and shes only keeping me out of charity.
Do you thinkwe can live down what lies in between?
Will you bring Miss Victoria another fork, Davis?
It was surrounded by a high iron fence with
wrought-iron gates .
What has happenedbetween them is a beginning; it is
not the end .
It hung on the thin little shoulderslike a gaudy
rag on a scarecrow.
The days went by: the marvel of passing
time.
Mother wentout almost every evening to something or
other and almost everyafternoon too. How are you getting on at St Agathas, Victoria?
Jane always loved to get a glimpse of her beforeshe went out.
Theres plenty of room here and its not too shady,
like our yard.
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to work out the details. Mother knew this and generally contrived that
Janeshould.
Both think of a haystack that stood in themeadow, a
few hundred yards in front. And yet he said to himself, once, twice, a dozen times,
I am herbrother .
And Jane would raiseher voice so suddenly that Aunt
Gertrude would jump.
It was too long and too elaborate and it wasdirty
and grease-spotted.
Good night, Victoria, Aunt Gertrude would say in
her thin, coldvoice. It hung on the thin little shoulderslike a gaudy rag on a
scarecrow.
Mother knew this and generally contrived that
Janeshould.