The police had obviously dealt with him, and she was relieved and grateful. She had settled into the job of looking after the twins, and had quickly fallen under their spell. Not that they were angels – far from it. They had bright, intelligent minds, and a curiosity about everything around them. The questions only ever stopped when they were asleep. They were a constant challenge to keep amused, stretching her to her limits at times, but she loved them dearly. The only worry on her horizon now was wondering how her brother was getting on, and until she received a letter from him she wouldn’t be able to relax completely. Mrs Harcourt hadn’t mentioned talking to her committee again, so Hanna thought that the subject of the orphanage was closed. She probably couldn’t do anything about it anyway, but it had been kind of her to say she would. Perhaps dropping the whole subject was for the best, but she did feel something should be done to save any other children from the kind of abuse her brother had endured.
