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

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СКАЧАТЬ then a third step. When he saw Barney making faces at him, he burst out laughing and almost lost his balance again.

      A few minutes later, encouraged by the big man’s coaxing, Jamie completed his walk across the orchard and fell into Barney’s arms. ‘Who’s a champion then, eh?’ After giving him a kiss and a bear hug, Barney swung him round to Lucy. ‘There y’are. Now that he’s walking so well, you’ll need eyes in the back of your head, and serves you right, the pair of you.’

      With that, he gave Vicky a knowing wink and strode off, still ‘nattering’ to himself. ‘Poor little devil never had a chance. Women and their bullying – what’s a man to do, eh?’ But he wouldn’t want to be without his Vicky for all the treasures in the world.

      Thrilled at Jamie’s performance, Lucy took him by the hand and the two of them slowly followed Vicky into the house. It was another special memory that Lucy would cherish forever.

      While the child slept soundly after all his efforts, the three of them sat together in the kitchen, each with a cup of tea and a generous slice of homemade fruit-cake; Vicky and Lucy at the table and Barney in the armchair. Once or twice, Lucy caught the two of them discreetly exchanging glances, as though they shared something she ought to know about.

      ‘Where’s Susie?’ Lucy had grown fond of Barney and Vicky’s daughter, but she was hardly ever around. She was either out with her school-friends, or in town learning how to make hats.

      ‘She’s gone on a picnic with a group of friends.’ Vicky worried about her young daughter. Though loving and giving, she seemed unsure of what she wanted to do with her life. Whenever Vicky spoke to Barney about her fears, he would tell her, ‘Leave the child be, and she’ll find her way soon enough.’

      ‘There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you,’ Vicky told Lucy after a while. ‘It’s been plaguing me for some time.’

      Barney looked up at her remark. ‘Then you’d best get it off your chest,’ he urged. ‘There’s no use fretting about it.’ He knew exactly what concerned Vicky, because it also concerned him, though not to the same degree.

      ‘What is it?’ For the first time in their company, Lucy felt uncomfortable. ‘Is it something I’ve done, because if it is, I can’t know if you don’t tell me. Or is it that you can’t have Jamie any more?’

      If that was the worry playing on Vicky’s mind, it would only mean the problem was shifted from her to Lucy, because Lucy had no one else, other than little Tillie, and she didn’t really want the child to go back to Bridget’s house.

      ‘No, of course it isn’t that!’ Reaching across the table, Vicky patted the back of Lucy’s hand. ‘It isn’t that at all. You know how much we love having the child. Good grief! I’d be lost without him now.’

      Barney laughed as he remarked to Lucy, ‘Now that he’s walking so well, he can help Vicky peg the washing out. Give him another few months and I dare say he’ll be out in that barn, chopping wood to his heart’s content.’

      ‘Shut up, you daftie!’ Covering him with her smile, Vicky shook her head. ‘We’re talking serious here.’

      Lucy was worried. ‘What is it, Vicky? What’s wrong?’

      So, as kindly and quietly as possible, Vicky told her, ‘I know it’s not really my concern, and you can tell me to mind my own business if you like, only …’ She gave a nervous little cough.

      Barney intervened to save her. ‘Spit it out, love. You’ve got Lucy thinking all sorts of terrible things.’

      Taking a deep breath, Vicky said, ‘It’s just that … well, I’ve been wondering when you mean to have the boy baptised?’ There! Now that it was said, she quickly picked up her cup of tea, took a great swig and nearly choked on it.

      For a while, Lucy fell silent, and during the silence Barney and Vicky wondered anxiously whether she was angry or upset, or simply didn’t want to speak about it because she considered it was none of their business.

      Presently, obviously feeling emotional, Lucy told them, ‘I’ve always meant to have Jamie baptised, only …’ she paused to look at Barney, ‘I kept waiting for his daddy to come home, hoping we might arrange for our son’s christening together.’ Her quick, bright smile belied the upheaval inside. ‘Only when he came back and found out he had a son, he didn’t want either of us.’

      The humiliation was still heavy in her, and when it now showed in the threatening tears, Barney told her softly, ‘You and Jamie are better off without him. It’s all water under the bridge now, Lucy girl. Let it go, or it’ll haunt you for life … you and the boy.’

      Wise to the event, Vicky lifted Lucy’s spirits. ‘I’ve got an idea!’ She went and stood beside Barney, from where she addressed them both. ‘Why don’t we have a double celebration?’

      Barney laughed at her enthusiasm. ‘I’m sorry, love. You can’t baptise me. I’m already baptised.’

      ‘No!’ Tutting, Vicky returned to the table where she excitedly told Lucy, ‘We could have Jamie baptised on his birthday. That way we’d have twice the reason to celebrate, and twice the party. What d’you say, Lucy?’

      Lucy thought it was an inspired idea. ‘It’s long overdue and that shames me, but like you say, it’s not too late, and it would be a wonderful time to have him baptised … on his second birthday.’

      And so it was settled and the date in November put in the diary. The two women agreed to go together to the church, to make the arrangements, then take the rest of the day off to go into Liverpool and do some shopping.

      With a crafty glance at Barney, Vicky gave Lucy a wink. ‘I’ll need a new frock for the party,’ she announced, running her hands down her thighs. ‘I might go into that new shop on the corner of Victoria Street. I’m told they have some lovely stuff there.’ Patting her hair, she glanced in the mantelpiece mirror. ‘Oh, and I’ll need a new hat for the christening – an extra stylish one, with a little brim and a big flower on the side.’

      ‘You’d best get me one an’ all,’ Barney groaned. ‘One with the biggest brim you can find, so I can pull it over my ears when you tell me the price of all this paraphernalia.’ With that he stretched out his legs, settled himself deep in the chair and fell asleep.

      With the preparations and the shopping, and all the work in between, the next few weeks flew by; autumn soon arrived, and with it came a revelation concerning Leonard Maitland that surprised even Lucy.

      On the Sunday afternoon, Lucy was pushing Jamie in the box-swing which Barney had slung from the big oak tree in the cottage garden.

      ‘We’ll have to find a suitable christening gown for you,’ she was telling the child as he laughed and clapped and kicked his fat little legs as he sailed through the air. ‘I don’t suppose I’ll find a baby gown to fit you now,’ she gave him another gentle push. ‘You’re a big boy into the bargain, so we might have to think of something else, though I want you dressed in white all the same, because when the man takes the pictures I want you to look beautiful.’

      Pausing, she thought of Edward Trent and how he had abandoned his own son. ‘When you’re older I’ll be able to tell you why I waited so long before I got you baptised.’ She would tell him everything, but not with malice. After all, Edward was Jamie’s father and much as she would СКАЧАТЬ