trust these people?
Joe squatted down and ruffled the dogâs head. âDonâtyou worry, Tommy mate,â he said. âYouâre among friends. This is Tonk. Heâs the stupid one. And that one with the big ears and the daft face is Fred.â
He looked up at Rose.
âAnd thisââ he began, looking round at the grinning faces of his friends, âthis isââ
He was interrupted by the violent ringing of a bell.
âTime to go, chums,â said Fred. âLetâs get loaded up.â
As they started towards the door into the barracks Tonk looked back. âJoe?â
âIâm with you, mate,â he said. âRight behind you.â
When theyâd gone Joe turned to Rose. His face was puzzled. âThey canât see you, can they, Rose?â
Rose shook her head. âNo one can. Except you â and Tommy.â Tommy wagged his tail at the sound of his name. âAnd children,â she added. âSome children anyway. They can see me.â
Joe took a deep breath. âWho are you, Rose? What are you doing here?â
Rose shrugged. The sun was lower in the sky now and she was beginning to feel chilly. âI donât know, Joe. Iâm just â a girl.â
âYouâre not just an anything, Rose. Youâre an angel.â Then he said, âMy mum did send you, didnât she? To look after me. My own Rose in no-manâs-land.â
âDonât be silly.â Rose was embarrassed.
âItâs true! I knew you was special when I first spied you looking down at me from the sky the night we arrived. It was the night before my birthday, wasnât it? And you was going to give me a birthday kiss.â
He looked at her, the smile fading from his face. Rose could see herself reflected in his eyes. Although she wasconscious of the distant boom of the guns at the Front, in that moment they seemed a long way away. She put a hand up to touch his cheek.
âJoe!â
The moment was gone. Joe turned to the voice, impatient.
âIâm with you, Fred! Iâm with you.â He turned back to Rose. She felt very small, standing there in her borrowed coat. âIâve got to go, Rose.â
âI know.â
âIâll see you again, though. I know it.â
âHave you got your lucky sixpence?â
He pulled it out of his pocket. âCourse I have. I donât need it, though. Not now Iâve got you.â
He gave his funny little salute and headed off towards the barracks. Rose looked down at Tommy, who was looking up at her as if waiting to be told what to do. She crouched down beside him.
âGo with him, Tommy,â she whispered. âLook after him.â
Tommy didnât hesitate. He trotted after Joe into the barracks, his claws clicking on the cobblestones. Rose waited until she heard the shouts of welcome as the soldiers greeted their new mascot, then she turned and started back to the city.
Perhaps if she kept walking she wouldnât start to cry.
The sun was very low in the sky by the time Rose got back to the square. She sat down with her back against the last remaining wall of the clock tower and watched the activity around her. The procession of refugees had petered out but there was still a lot of movement: troops milling around, women and children being helped on to the backs of lorries, horses huffing and stamping. For the first timesince it all began, Rose realised how tired she was. She closed her eyes.
A childâs voice was saying something, asking a question in Flemish. Rose opened her eyes. A little girl was looking down at her, a little girl with a green hair ribbon, her grubby face flat and curious â and familiar . It was the child from the café . Rose felt ridiculously pleased to see her.
âI donât understand,â she said. She didnât want to frighten her again. âIâm sorry. Iâm English.â
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