Her back had been troubling her for months until now it was almost unbearable. Mr Forrester had ordered her not to come back until she was fully recovered. It was whispered that she was lying in bed with a board beneath her mattress to help relieve her suffering, and that she could remain that way for weeks. Surprisingly, although Amy was still as yet only classed as an apprentice, it was to her that the designers now came for advice, and she found herself almost rushed off her feet. She saw very little of Toby or even of her gran, for that matter. She would arrive home at night and fall exhausted into bed. The following week, yet another order arrived from London and the factory was working overtime already. Word came that Mrs Barradell was slightly improved and Amy was pleased to hear it as she liked Meg Barradell. She had been so busy that she had had to forego her weekly visit to Forrester’s Folly and she found that she missed it. She had become very fond of old Mrs Forrester and enjoyed their chats and lively discussions on designs.
