they stopped by the hawthorn hedge where there was a clear view across the valley to Tillingbourne Manor, neat as a dollâs house on the opposite hillside.
âI look out for you every morning, you know,â Joan said, squeezing Peggyâs arm.
âDo you?â
âEvery morning.â
âCan you see us?â Peggy said, amazed by the thought.
âI can see your red beret walking along behind the hedge.â And every time she saw it she felt weak with homesickness. But she couldnât tell Peggy that because she was only little and it would upset her.
âI shall wave tomorrow,â Peggy promised. âAnâ every morning after. Right here. By this big tree.â
âThatâs an oak,â Joan said. âCookâs been teaching me. How are things at home?â
âAll right,â Peggy said. âMum gets shirty sometimes.â It was cold in the cottage and uncomfortable and full of tensions she didnât like and couldnât understand, but shedidnât think she ought to say so. Not now that Joan was in service because it might upset her, and that wouldnât be kind. âWhatâs it like working in a kitchen?â
âItâs not so bad,â Joan said, but she had to change that subject quickly too in case talking about it made her cry. Now that she was home again she realized there was rather a lot she couldnât say. âTell me about school. I bet they donât learn you much.â
âThereâs a swimming-pool in the field at the back,â Peggy said, glad to find a topic that wouldnât upset either of them. âYou pay a shillinâ when it opens, which is May, I think, anâ they let you go swimming all through the summer. What dâyou think aâ that? If weâre still here after Christmas Iâm going to run errands with the others and save up for it. Only I donât suppose we shall still be here, shall we?â And she looked up hopefully at her big sister.
âIf you ask me we shall still be here the Christmas
after
next,â Joan said. âShe donât mean to move, does she?â
That was too awful for Peggy to contemplate so she changed the subject. âWill they let you home for Christmas?â she asked.
âShouldnât think so,â Joan said importantly. âThe whole Bromwich familyâs coming down, the Captain and his wife and Miss Amelia and Master Toby and everybody. Weâre cooking a turkey anâ a goose anâ a sirloin aâ beef. I âspect theyâll let us off afterwards though. In the New Year.â
It made Peggy feel sad to think that they would be apart at Christmas time, but she didnât say anything about that either, because she could see that Joan was putting on a brave face.
âI shall see you at midnight mass,â Joan promised. âWeâre all coming down to the church at Tillingbourne for that.â
But it wouldnât be the same, Peggy thought sadly, because they wouldnât be in the Tower, and they wouldnât be with Dad. It would be sad like it had been at the procession. And she missed him with the same dreadful lurching sensation sheâd felt so terribly when he died. Dear, dear Dad. Christmas would be awful without him. âItâs ever so cold,â she said, shivering.
âLetâs make tracks,â Joan said.
CHAPTER 6
The family pig lived in a sty behind the chicken run. Actually, according to Aunt Maud he was only half theirs because they owned him jointly with Mr and Mrs Matthews next door, which seemed rather odd, but he was an amiable animal however much they owned of him. At first Peggy had been rather wary of him because he had mean little eyes like Grandpa and an enormous chomping mouth and a habit of barging the side of the sty as though he was going to knock it down, but as the days passed, she realized there was no malice in him at all and she became quite fond of
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