thatâs her rat catcher, Scare-a-mouse.â
â
Scaramouch
,â Sparrow said, squeezing him gently. She moved him onto her other arm. âWeâve walked a lot,â she explained, with a yawn. âWeâre both really tired.â
âCome and sit by me, my angel,â Miss Minter said. âYou look all-in. Billie Blue-eyes, darling, will you get her something to drink. Kate, bring some food.â
Two girls jumped up to do her bidding. There was some sort of kitchen off the main room and Sparrow heard pans clattering and dishes being banged against each other as they busied themselves.
Sparrow sat down beside Miss Minter on the hard, velvet chaise longue. Her head was spinning and her legs were weak after all the walking. Her feet were stinging from pounding the roads. She sighed and crumpled on the sofa, overcome with exhaustion.
Miss Minter smelled of flowers. She smiled brightly. âWhat a wonderful cat,â she said, her voice clear, each syllable pronounced. âI like cats. Some cats  â¦Â I
hate
some cats.â
Sparrow was confused. âSorry, miss, what did you say? Iâm so tired  â¦Â â
âI said I love your cat,â Miss Minter said, reaching out a delicate white hand to stroke him, but Scaramouch flinched.
âHeâs shy,â Sparrow said. âNervous. The pie man said he wasnât very well.â
âHeâll get better here,â Miss Minter said. âWith us.â
Glori was leaning over the back of a tall chair and was resting her chin in her hands, watching them. âYeah, heâll get better here, he will,â she said. âIn the nest. Hey, Sparrowâs the first real bird our nestâs ever had!â
The other girls giggled.
â
Nest?
â Sparrow looked from one face to the other.
âThis is our nest,â the girl called Billie said. âUsed to be the Crowâs Nest like at the top of a shipâs mast, now itâs just the
nest
. Home.â
âWhat about you, my angel, are you really a bird?â Miss Minter went on. She stoked Sparrowâs cheek, just as she had stroked the cat. âYouâre not shy, are you?â
âNo. Not at all.â Sparrow met Miss Minterâs penetrating gaze. âIâve been brought up tough. Not shy.â
âWe need to be strong, we girls,â Miss Minter said, gently. âWe stick together and help each other. Let me introduce you to everyone. This is Agnes and that is gorgeous, red-haired Kate and this is Billie with the blue, blue eyes. Here we have dear little Hettie. Violet is the dark one â oh, darling Violet, donât scowl at me! And Beattie is the blonde. Connie and Dolly are twins; Iâve no idea which is which. Is that everyone? Oh dear, I forgot my Gloriana. And now thereâs you, Sparrow, to make a round ten.â
Sparrow said hello to them and immediately forgot their names.
They sat at the big wooden table and shared bread and cheese and drank hot chocolate. The other girls watched Sparrow with interest. They all wanted to ask her questions.
âWhere are you from, then?â
âGot a family?â
âHave you run away from home, is it?â
Sparrow said nothing.
âDonât ask her so many questions. Donât stare at her so,â Miss Minter said calmly. âShow some decorum and leave her alone, please. She is our visitor, our guest. We must be gentle with her.â
âWhatâs decorum?â someone muttered, but the girls backed away and went to their beds, which were tucked in below the low ceiling and between the wooden beams. They began whispering and giggling. Only Glori stayed behind, as if, being the oldest, she had some special rights. Miss Minter picked up a newspaper and started to read it. âYou can relax now, Sparrow, you are amongst friends here,â she murmured, scanning the pages of her paper. âGoodness, there are some