A Mother’s Gift: Two Classic Novels. Josephine Cox

her tears. ‘I can’t believe it!’ She was sure that no one apart from Dorothy would miss her at Haskell Hall.

      At that moment there came a knock on the door. ‘All right, matey, come on in.’ Barney appeared to know who it was even before the door opened.

      The door inched open and a man appeared; small of stature, with a kindly face and smiling eyes, he greeted everyone in turn. ‘Hello, Lucy,’ he finished. ‘I hope you’re fighting fit after your accident?’

      Lucy was not surprised to see him. ‘Hello, Adam,’ she answered. ‘Yes, I’m well, thank you.’ A kindly man in his early thirties, Adam Chives was well-known throughout the village of Comberton-by-Weir. In fact, there wasn’t a single house that he had not been into at some time or another, for he was the local handyman, tried, trusted and greatly respected by one and all. Lucy always suspected that he had a soft spot for her, on the quiet. However, he was far too much of a gentleman to say anything.

      ‘Come on then, m’laddo!’ Barney held out his hand. ‘I trust you’ve brought it with you?’

      ‘I have,’ came the proud reply. ‘I’ve done everything you asked of me, and more besides.’ He handed something to Barney, winked at Ronnie, and said, ‘I expect there’ll be a bonus in there somewhere for me, will there not?’

      Barney took up the tease. ‘There certainly will be – in the shape of a roast dinner with all the trimmings … if you want it, that is?’

      Adam didn’t need asking twice. ‘That’ll do me,’ he told Vicky, who was chuckling at the pair of them. ‘In fact, I could think of nothing else all the way here.’

      ‘Right then! You sit down and fill your plate while I have a quiet word with Lucy.’

      ‘Whatever you say.’ In fact, Adam was already privvy to the reason for Barney’s need to talk with Lucy in private.

      Adam had known Barney for many years; in their childhood they had learned the times-table together; ridden side by side across the fields on whatever horse they could borrow; shot rabbits for the pot, and later sat many a while on the porch, exchanging tales of when they were lads. They knew each other as well as any brothers might, and loved each other the same.

      Leaving the others to chat, Barney rounded the table and taking Lucy by the hand, led her out to the back porch. They sat on the bench and there, Barney spoke his mind. ‘There’s summat you need to think about.’

      Lucy asked him what he meant. But she could never have imagined in her wildest dreams what he was about to say.

      Barney continued, ‘I know it’s none of our business, but well … Me and Vicky have been talking and what we think is this: it’s not good to bring a child up in a house of women – if you know what I mean?’

      Lucy had no doubts. ‘You mean women who entertain?’

      Sucking in his lips he took a deep breath. Afraid she might have taken him wrong, he answered sincerely, ‘It’s not for me to judge other folks. All I’m saying is this: for little Jamie’s sake, and yours, it won’t be a bad thing when you move out of there.’

      Lucy gave a wry little laugh. ‘It’s easier said than done.’ She shrugged her shoulders. ‘For a start, where would I go?’

      He smiled. ‘So, you would leave if you only had somewhere to go. Is that what you’re telling me, Lucy?’

      ‘Oh, yes.’ Lucy was aware of her environment and knew as well as did Barney, that it was not a suitable place to raise a child. ‘If I had somewhere to go, I’d leave – though I have to say, I would miss Bridget and the girls. They’ve been such good friends to me.’

      ‘I know that,’ he agreed. ‘Haven’t they visited you time and again since you’ve been here? And haven’t I heard you laughing with them, when only hours before, you were fit for nothing? Believe me, Lucy, after you being so poorly, it did our heart good to hear you. Now then, lass, I want you to take this.’ Opening his hand, he revealed a heavy iron key lying in his palm. ‘Take it!’ he urged. ‘There’s no rush. Just give it some thought and let me know what you decide.’

      Lucy was confused. ‘It’s a key.’

      He chuckled. ‘Well, of course it’s a key!’

      ‘But where does it belong?’

      ‘It belongs to the little cottage at the other end of the brook. The one where Leonard Maitland’s gardener lived afore he threw him out for robbing him.’

      Realisation began to dawn. ‘What? You mean, the pretty one with the thatched roof and the little garden which runs right down to the brook edge?’

      ‘Aye, that’s the one.’

      She took the key, which weighed heavy in her hand. ‘So, this is the key to that cottage?’

      Barney nodded affirmatively. ‘That one opens the front door. I’ve another for the back. If you decide it’s what you want, I’ll let you have the other key an’ all.’

      The merest smile trembled on Lucy’s mouth. ‘But I don’t fully understand. Why are you giving me this key?’

      Smiling into her inquisitive eyes, he explained, ‘The boss, Mr Maitland, and me had a little chat yesterday.’

      ‘About me?’

      ‘Sort of, yes. He was aware of your accident – you know how gossip flies around a village – and being the kindly gent he is, he took the time to ask after you. I told him the way things were, and he said if I thought it would help to offer you the vacant cottage, he wouldn’t mind one bit; though he would expect you to give him half a day’s work per week in lieu of rent … a bit of cleaning, that sort of thing. Besides, the cottage needed living in, that’s what he said, or it would fall to rack and ruin. Y’see, his new gardener has his own cottage and has no need of this one. In fact, the boss had a mind to sell it off with a parcel of land, but he never got round to it. Moreover, he mentioned as how it’s so tiny it wouldn’t fetch much in the way of cash.’

      He took a breath. ‘To tell you the truth, Lucy, the cottage is of small interest to Mr Maitland, so it’s yours if you want it.’

      Lucy gasped. ‘I can’t believe this is happening!’ Thrilled to her roots, she was astounded for the second time that evening. ‘The cottage is mine? Really? Are you sure?’

      Laughing out loud, Barney squeezed her hand. ‘Well, aren’t you the cloth ears,’ he teased. ‘Isn’t that what I’ve just been saying?’

      Lucy was speechless. And now the tears she had managed to hold back all day ran down her cheeks and all at once she was laughing and crying, and telling Barney, ‘I haven’t got a stick of furniture, but yes, oh, yes!’ She was beside herself. ‘We’ll move in as soon as possible. Never mind a bed. We’ll sleep on the floor if we have to.’

      ‘There’ll be no need of that. The cottage comes with its own furniture and such. Yon Adam has cleaned and aired the place all ready for you and young Jamie. All you’ll want is new bedding and certain silly bits and pieces a woman needs to keep her happy. And you needn’t worry about the bairn when you work the half-day for Mr Maitland, because Vicky’s already said she’ll be more than happy to keep an eye on him. And it goes without saying that when you’re working here for the rest of the week, the bairn is welcome as the day is long.’

      And so it was settled. Lucy would move in within the next few days, and while she was getting organised, Barney would make sure the garden was cleared and all was spick and span for her and the child.

      A few days later, Lucy was saying her goodbyes in Viaduct Street. ‘I’ll never be able to thank you enough for what you’ve done for me.’ Emotion thickened her voice as she threw her arms round Bridget and hugged her so hard, the poor woman had to wrench her off.

      ‘Be Jaysus, will ye get offa me! Are ye trying to strangle me or what?’ Holding Lucy at arm’s