They stood huddled in their drab serge suits and pinafores on the steps of the Master’s house, warbling about shepherds and the baby Jesus, their breath ascending in frozen clouds. Maggie could see them as she passed along the open corridor between the infirmary and the dining hall. She was stiff...
There was much drinking and dancing and telling of stories. When the fiddler tired of playing, Rose’s father and old McMullen would recount ancient legends of Irish heroes and drink to their old homeland. Rose was heavy with her unborn child and had to sit out the dancing, but she enjoyed the gat...
The small boy missed having Kate living at the cottage since she had moved into the castle to work. But all the household staff lived in, for their hours were long and the housekeeper and head butler wanted them under their rule. Kate had packed jars of jam and pickled oni...
The only comfort was thinking that Helen and Jonas would take care of him. God forbid the Currans should try to claim guardianship of Barny. As light stole into the dismal cell, she forced herself to be optimistic. Perhaps nothing would come of the charges and she would be home in a day or two. S...