‘Dear Mother’ he wrote without hesitating, 7 hope you are well. I am. Mr Eldon’s funeral was last Tuesday. The floral tributes were grand. He will be sadly missed. At present I am doing his work and mine. I am not getting any extra money which I have spoken of to Mrs Tennant. This war will make a big difference in every home.
‘Mother I am very worried for you with the terrible bombing. Have you got a Anderson shelter yet? I ought to be over there with you Mother not here. But perhaps he will keep to London with his bombing. What will become of the old town.
‘We are all in God’s hands Mother dear. I am very perplexed with what is best to do whether to come over or stay. If 1 went away from here to be with you there would be the Labour Exchange and then the Army. They have not got to my age yet because I will be forty next June you remember. But I’m thinking they shall Mother and sooner than we look to. We must all hope for the best.
‘With love Mother to my sister Bell I do hope she looks after you all right tell her. Your loving son, Charley.’
Then he inked it in. As he licked the envelope flap after putting in the Money Order he squinted a bit wild, and this was shocking with his two different-coloured eyes Lastly he laid his head down on his arms, went straight off to sleep.
There was often no real work went on in the Castle of an afternoon. Generally speaking this time was set aside so that Edith could sew or darn for Mrs Jack whom she looked after, and for Kate to see to the linen. But this afternoon as there had been guests they lent Bert a hand to clear away, then helped Mrs Welch’s two girls Jane and Mary whose job it was to wash up everything except the tea things. The four of them chattered in Mrs Welch’s scullery while this woman, seated in an armchair behind the closed door of her kitchen, stared grimly at her own black notebook.
‘How is she?’ Edith asked jerking her head and in a whisper.
‘She’s all right,’ Mary whispered back, ‘though we wondered a bit in the morning didn’t we dear? — ‘ she said to Jane.
‘I’ll say we wondered.’
‘But it was O.K. at the finish,’ Mary went on. ‘All’s well that ends well as they say. There was practically nothing came back from the luncheon nor the nursery and you people do seem to’ve enjoyed your dinners.’
‘Just old Aggie Burch as didn’t like ‘er spuds,’ Kate said, ‘but you don’t want to take notice. I know I don’t.’
‘Doesn’t this sink make your back ache,’ Edith remarked. ‘But there,’ she said, ‘I expect her nephew on his way over is bringing a big change in Mrs Welch. I shouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t have him on account of the bombing Isn’t it dreadful?’
‘The war’s on now all right,’ Kate said, ‘and do these rotten Irish care? They make me sick.’
‘What’s the Irish got to do with it?’ Jane asked. ‘They’re out aren’t they? If they mean to stay out who’s to blame ‘em?’
‘If it wasn’t for the children the little angels I wouldn’t ever remain. I couldn’t really,’ Edith announced. ‘Look I’m going to dry, my back’s broke. I could worship the ground they walks on. They’re real little ladies. And how Mrs Jack dresses them. They’ve got everything so nice I cherish those kids.’
‘Well they’re goin’ to have a boy to keep ‘em company now,’ Kate said with malice. ‘Very nice too and so they should,’ she added.
‘But what will Miss Swift say to that?’ asked Edith.
‘Oh that’s O K.,’ Mary said, ‘Miss Swift she come down to have a chat and Jane and me gets out of the light thinking there will be ructions but not a sound come past that closed door not one. We stayed here to see too didn’t we love?’ she said to Jane ‘Then in the end they both came through proper buddies, Mrs Welch seem’ ‘er out as pleasant as you please and her saying “well I hope the air will do him good. It’s like this with children Mrs Welch,” she says. “One and all they’re better for a change,” she says. I was that surprised.’
‘There now I’m very glad,’ said Edith, ‘I am, honest.’
‘Now you girls hurry with that washing up,’ said the dreadful voice, ‘oh, I see you’ve some help There’s quite a change come over this house I must admit. And don’t you start a’wagging of those light tongues. But would you two young ladies like a glass of milk?’
It was Mrs Welch. It was almost unheard of that she should offer refreshment. Kate and Edith could only giggle.
‘Mary,’ she went on, ‘you run and fetch that pitcher from the larder. What I’ve said over and over is at the age you are you girls don’t get sufficient milk My sister writes it’s short enough at home.’
‘Might it be your sister’s little boy who is coming to visit, Mrs Welch?’
‘That’s so Edith and his name is Albert, same as that Raunce’s sick lad. One name less for Mrs T. to remember And if he had been christened Arthur we wouldn’t understand what to think would we? All the men in this place having to be of the same name, whoever heard of such stuff and nonsense.’
They laughed. Then when Edith and Kate had had their milk these two girls judged it best to be gone.
‘You can’t be sure of her, love,’ Edith said as they made their way up the back stairs ‘We did leave a bit for them yet but I’m positive she meant us to go really, calling us young ladies did you hear? You know what she is.’
‘That’s O.K. Edie an’ if there were a few plates over it’s not our work anyway. I got those sheets from the Gold Bedroom to mend. I wish the people they have to stay would cut their toenails or lie quiet one or the other.’
‘Hush dear they’ll hear,’ Edith said and then went on: ‘But have you ever seen such a change in anyone? Why she made herself quite pleasant.’
‘Well what if she did the old nanny goat …’
‘Hush love.’
‘With that great beard she’s got …’
‘Oh Kate you are dreadful you are really. But do be careful, anyone could hear.’
‘It’s Miss Burch’s afternoon out isn’t it? Besides who would there be to come our way worse luck.’ They had arrived at the door of their room. Kate flung it open. ‘There,’ she cried, ‘look at the great boy you’ve got waiting inside.’
‘What you don’t mean Bert wouldn’t presume,’ said Edith going in. ‘Why Kate you are silly there’s no one. No,’ she went on sitting down on her bed to take off shoes and stockings, ‘it’s her nephew coming over has softened ‘er, that’s what it is, love.’
Kate got down by Edith on her bed.
‘What would you have said Edie if Bert had been in ‘ere?’
‘Why I’d’ve sent him packin’.’
‘Would you Edie? Even if I hadn’t been along?’
‘How d’you mean? Kate, I never heard you speak so.’
Both girls giggled. The sky was overcast so that the light was dark as though under water. The afternoon was warm. It was the first afternoon to be warm since autumn. Though they could not see them the peacocks below were beginning to parade.
‘And if it had’ve been Charley Edie?’
Edith gave a screech then slapped a hand over her mouth. A peacock screamed beneath but they were so used to this they paid no notice.
‘Kate Armstrong what d’you mean?’
‘What I say stupid. Suppose you was come alone up here,’ and her voice went rising, ‘and found ‘im waitin’ on yer bed,’ she ended, with a shriek of bed.
Both gave way at this, collapsed back across the eiderdown giggling. Edith pulled herself together first. ‘No,’ she said, ‘for land’s sake have a mind to the quilting Come on,’ she added, ‘we might as well be comfy’ and they both got underneath, lay at ease with pillowed heads.