permit it.
Setting her jaw, she said grimly:
âNot as long as I live. It would be letting Father down. He talked to us before we came. He said sheâd been trying for years to get hold of us, but he wouldnât let her. But now heâd got to go into hospital for this treatment, he didnât want to leave us alone with Auntie Mack, because she was very run down from having such a lot to do after he got ill. And there wasnât enough money to send us somewhere for a nice holidayâso heâd decided weâd better come here for a bit.â She fell silent; then went on in a stifled but resolute voice: âHe said heâd been feeling ⦠if anything happened to him ever, it might be a good thing to have a rich relation to take an interest in us. He hasnât got any relatives, or any money.â She swallowed. âI said I didnât need anybody, but he said the othersâCherry anyway. ⦠He said what I told youânever to believe anything she said. ⦠He talked about Mother, he hasnât ever before. He said she had ruined her.â
A shiver went down me.
âHow?â Ruin was a terrible word, almost as terrible as dead.
âShe left her when she was a little girl.â
âWhat, ran away from her?â
âI donât know. But she did, he said. And then she tried to get her back, and she couldnât. Father said that ruined her. I donât quite know why, but it was something to do with her having to be brought up in aâin an unsuitable way. He said he wasnât going to have us ruined. I was all right, he said, and he was placing Cherry in my charge, and I was to watch out for her.â She brooded. âHow I do wonder what happened when she turned up at the hotel that time. â¦â
âDo you think ⦠Donât you think perhaps your mother will turn up again sometime ⦠soon?â
âIt would be queer.â I could see her concentrating, as she must have concentrated a thousand times before, upon a vision of the meeting. âThereâs just one thing, one rather unkind thing I mean, I should have to say to her.â
âWhat?â
âThat it would have been better if sheâd taken Cherry. It wasnât fair on Cherry never to have had a mother. She was only a baby and she canât remember her at all. It wasnât so bad for Malcolm and meâwe were a sort of pair âmore on Fatherâs side.â
âDidnât you love her then?â
âYes, I did.â Her sudden anger wounded, alarmed and shamed me. âAnd she loved us. If you think she didnât, youâre wrong. Anybody who thinks she didnât is a fool and Iâll murder them.â After a few moments, she put the whole bag of toffee into my lap, and said mildly: âWhat I meant was, we take after him moreâweâre more his. Cherryâs different.â
I said humbly:
âYes. I see.â
âShe didnât have the same start as us. She was born after we all came back to England. We never went back to India after that time. I donât quite understand what Father did out thereâI know he was quite important. But he gave it up. I have a sort of feeling it was because Mother said she wouldnât go back. Anyway, he came home and we all went to live in Newcastle. We seemed to be rich in India, but since then weâve been poor. Father got a new job, teaching in a big schoolâthe one Malcolm goes to. Newcastle isnât very nice, but Northumberlandâs lovely. Oh, I adore it! In the holidays we go to the coast, or to a little farm in the middle of the moors. And I ride.â She glowed. âI wish I was there now. With you. I could never tell you how happy I am there. We could ride together.â
I was afraid of the very shape of a horse, and my riding lessons had been given up as a bad job, but I was ashamed to tell her so, and agreed with