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- Herausgeber: The O'Brien Press
- Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
- Sprache: Englisch
Strange things are happening in Fairy Hill. Thirteen-year-old Anna is upset when she is sent to stay with her dad and his new family at Fairy Hill in the west of Ireland. Hearing whispers in the wind, Anna senses she is being watched, but nobody believes her except the mysterious boy down by the lake. When her little half-brother, Jack, nearly gets lost, Anna suspects that someone is trying to steal him away. She wonders if the stories about the old house and the fairies are true. And if they are, could Jack be in real danger?
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Praise for Marita Conlon-McKenna
‘Marita … is a natural storyteller.’ MARTIN WADDELL
‘In all of Conlon-McKenna’s books there is an underlying sense of resilience, of self-reliance and of enterprise in even the poorest of people.’ CELIA KEENANThe Big Guide to Irish Children’s Books
‘Conlon-McKenna sees herself very much as a storyteller, and the outstanding feature of her work is its strong narrative thrust.’ VICTOR WATSONThe Cambridge Guide to Children’s Books in English
CHILDREN OF THE FAMINE TRILOGY
Under the Hawthorn Tree ‘Makes a whole part of our history come alive, while it still remains a thrilling adventure tale’RTÉ Guide
‘Historically true and emotionally vivid’The Sunday Times
Wildflower Girl ‘Gripping … embracing a sense of time and history … highly recommended’Books Ireland
Fields of Home ‘A very rich and appropriate end to the trilogy’The Big Guide to Irish Children’s Books
For all my wonderful grandchildren – Holly, Sam, Ben, Max, Evie, James, Alex, Harry, Luke and Lily.
Acknowledgements
Special thanks are due to my publisher and friend Michael O’Brien, who was there from the very start of my writing journey. He will always be remembered with huge gratitude, respect and affection.
Thanks to my editor Susan Houlden for her insight, care and encouragement. It has been great working together. Thanks to Ivan O’Brien, Kunak McGann, designer and artist Emma Byrne and all the amazing team at the O’Brien Press. Thanks to Phillip Cullen for cover and map artwork.
My deep gratitude also to my wonderful agent Caroline Sheldon. Thanks to writer Sarah Webb, for her years of friendship and patience, listening to me ramble on about my latest book idea.
Thanks to all my wonderful readers, wherever you are. Huge thanks to the dedicated librarians and booksellers who help to make the magic of reading still happen.
Above all, my thanks to my husband, James, and my amazing family for their constant love and support.
Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild, With a faery, hand in hand, For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
‘The Stolen Child’, WB Yeats
Contents
Chapter 1
Changes
Today my life is going to change forever, thought Anna sadly as she put on the pink satin dress she had to wear for her mum’s wedding. The cosy routine of just the two of them living in the quaint two-bedroom terraced house in London’s Notting Hill was about to end.
‘Anna.’ She could see her mum hesitate for a fraction of a second. ‘Promise me that you’ll be okay. I want us both to enjoy the wedding and look back on it as a day to remember.’
Anna nodded meekly, though she knew in her heart that nothing would ever be the same again.
‘Doug really likes you, Anna, so please just give him, and us, a chance!’
Anna said nothing as her mum squeezed her hand. Mum marrying Douglas meant moving into his big house in Kensington. Anna would be living miles away from all her friends and would have to take the crowded Tube to school every day.
‘Be happy for me, Anna. Please be happy for me today of all days!’
‘I am,’ whispered Anna, ‘honestly I am.’
Her mum smiled. ‘You look so pretty.’
‘And you look beautiful,’ said Anna, taking in her mother in her cream silk suit with her shimmering dark eyes, flawless skin and black hair pulled back softly from her long thin face. Glancing at her own hazel eyes and freckles in the mirror, Anna knew they didn’t look in any way alike.
‘Here’s a special present to say thanks for being the best daughter and flower girl ever,’ murmured her mum, passing Anna a blue box. Inside it was a gold star bracelet and earrings.
‘I love them,’ declared Anna as her mum fastened the bracelet onto her wrist.
The wedding was small with only close family and friends gathered together in a hotel overlooking the river to witness the marriage ceremony and enjoy a fancy meal afterwards.
Anna sat beside Douglas’s two sons, Greg and Peter, who were much older than her.
‘I guess we’re related now,’ joked Greg. ‘We’ll be your step-brothers.’
Anna swallowed hard, realising she was part of a strange new family now.
She had laughed and hugged and posed for photos till her heart ached. She had smiled as Douglas kissed her mother and her mum had shown off her glinting gold wedding ring.
Tomorrow she was going to stay with her dad for a whole month while Mum and Douglas went on honeymoon, travelling around South America. Anna had begged, cajoled, argued and promised to be good – anything to try and persuade her mum to change her mind and let Anna come with them. But Mum and Douglas had been resolute.
‘You and your dad are always going on and complaining about not seeing enough of each other, well now while I am away the two of you will have plenty of time together.’
Mum had arranged for Anna to travel with Kate, her mum’s friend, after the wedding and go and stay with her dad, who was now living in Ireland. Ever since the divorce, Anna had seen less and less of her dad as he was often away working. They’d never spent more than a few days or a week together, and now Anna had to spend a whole long endless month with him. It was so unfair, but no one cared what she thought or felt about it!
‘I don’t want to go to stay with Dad!’ She was still protesting angrily when they left for the airport.
‘Please, Anna, just try to make the most of it,’ urged her mum as they met up with Kate and said their goodbyes at Heathrow. ‘It’s only going to be for a few weeks while I’m away.’
Anna blinked hard, trying not to cry as her mum and Douglas walked off together to check in for their flight to Brazil.
Chapter 2
Betwixt and Between
Her dad was waiting for her, his tall, lanky figure standing in the middle of the crowd at the arrivals hall in Dublin Airport.
‘Anna!’ he shouted as he rushed towards her, flinging his bony arms around her and hugging her close in welcome.
‘Hi, Dad,’ said Anna, feeling suddenly shy and awkward with him.
‘Kate, thanks for keeping an eye on Anna for us on the flight. Roz and I both appreciate it.’
Kate smiled at them both and said, ‘I was happy to help and it was nice to get to chat with Anna.’
‘Good time at the wedding?’ asked Dad vaguely as he took one of Anna’s bags and searched for his car keys in the pocket of his jeans.
‘It was wonderful,’ replied Kate. ‘Roz looked beautiful and the wedding went smoothly – without a hitch!’
Anna said nothing. She had no intention of discussing Mum’s wedding in the noisy airport terminal.
‘If you want, I can drop you home, Kate, before Anna and I head out west,’ offered Anna’s dad.
‘Thanks, Rob, but I have my own car here,’ said Kate, giving Anna a hug. ‘Bye, Anna. Have a great holiday!’
As Anna watched her mum’s friend walk away, she suddenly felt very alone, even though she was standing next to her dad. ‘How was yesterday really?’ he asked, his shoulders tense, and his eyes hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses. ‘You okay about it?’
Anna said nothing for a moment. Then she lied, ‘I’m fine, just fine about it all. Mum looked great – really beautiful.’
‘Your mother is a beautiful woman,’ her dad said thoughtfully. ‘I’m glad she’s happy.’
Anna swallowed hard. She was still angry with her mum who, despite all Anna’s pleas and protests, had gone away for weeks to South America with Douglas, while she was stuck with her dad! There had been no place else for her to go except to stay with him and his new partner, Maggie, and her little brother who she’d hardly ever met.
‘I was a flower girl and had to wear a disgusting pink dress,’ she offered.
‘Anna, I’m sure you looked pretty as a picture.’
Anna really didn’t want to talk about it and took out her phone and put in her ear buds, trying to find some sounds, some music to fill the silence between them. Her dad looked unsure, like he wanted to say something else to her but didn’t know where to begin.
They stopped for a sandwich and she could see her dad begin to relax and unwind, telling her about Jack, her half-brother.
‘He’s changed so much since you saw him last. He was only a baby then. I can’t wait till you meet him. He’s bright and intelligent, just like you! And Maggie’s a great mother.’
Mum’s a great mother, too, thought Anna bitterly. The more her dad chattered on about his new family, the more Anna felt alone, like an outsider entering into something where she didn’t belong.
‘You know, Roz getting married again, and letting us have you come and stay here for a whole four weeks with us while she’s away is great. It’s so much better than those stupid short visits, or the odd weekend or a few days here and there together during the holidays. Clock watching drives me mad! At last, we’ll finally be able to spend some time with each other, be like a proper family again. Maggie’s excited too. This summer is going to be fantastic for all of us.’
But it’s not my family, thought Anna as she stared out the car window, feeling lost and empty.
Green fields, stone walls, blue sky, the big flat top mountain, spiky hawthorn, seagulls, orange flowers, all whirled together. She felt dizzy, in a swirl of colour and sensations. She was so out of place.
‘We’ll be there in a few minutes. You can just about see Fairy Hill over there.’ Dad pointed out an old, white-washed farmhouse in the distance, with its gabled windows, nestling in the rolling tumble of greenery; it was where he and his brother and sister had grown up.
The car slowed and swung onto the gravel of the driveway, a big dog running up along beside them.
‘Here we are!’ said Dad, beaming. ‘Home.’
Anna took her time opening her seatbelt, picking up her backpack off the floor. She felt like an alien visitor who had landed in some strange, far-off country as her dad lifted her case from the back seat. The last time she had visited here was when she was about seven and her granny was still alive.
Maggie was standing in the doorway with a small boy beside her, the big dog now at her feet, wagging his tail to greet them.
‘Anna! You’re warmly welcome.’ Maggie caught Anna in a big embrace, her plump, freckled arms wrapping tight around her. She smelled of apple shampoo and baking, but Anna felt so awkward wrapped in her hug. ‘Rob’s been waiting so long for this day, for you to come and visit us,’ said Maggie as she moved away from Anna.
‘And this is Jack,’ said her dad, swinging the small boy with the curly fair hair up into his arms.
Anna was conscious of two inquisitive blue eyes staring into hers as the boy’s mouth opened wide in a huge laugh when her dad jigged him up and down.
‘Hello,’ said Anna, feeling her throat tight and her heart pounding against her chest. The last time she’d seen her half-brother he’d been almost bald, sucking a dummy, drowsy and sleepy in a buggy as she, Dad and Maggie strolled together around London’s Regent’s Park and had lunch in the café there.
‘This is your big sister,’ joked her dad. ‘You must always look up to her. Do you hear, scallywag?’
Anna could sense the two pairs of adult eyes watching her, trying to analyse her reaction to this new sibling. She felt a hard lump in her throat, not wanting to give in to the feeling of utter misery that washed over her. She wished with all her heart that she was back in London instead of standing here trying to think of something nice to say.
‘Jack’s got so big since the last time I saw him,’ she finally managed, pasting a smile on her face.
‘He’s a proper little brother now,’ said her dad, hugging them both.
The dog was pushing up right beside her too, sniffing at her leg. Anna felt suffocated.
‘Don’t worry, he won’t bite,’ teased her dad. ‘Bailey just wants to be patted.’
Nervously Anna touched the big dog’s head with her fingers. Bailey lifted his big eyes and stared at her.
Just then, up on the roof, Anna noticed a group of magpies, perched, watching them all intently. There was three, four … seven of them, like a line of black-and-white soldiers, all with their heads cocked, peering down. Anna didn’t think she’d ever seen so many of them together like that.
‘Come inside,’ urged Maggie. ‘You must be tired. Would you like a drink, something to eat?’
‘Juice and a biscuit would be fine,’ said Anna.
The house was different from the last time she’d seen it, brighter – the old, dark brown furniture gone. Now it was all higgledy-piggledy as her mum would call it: a big blue couch with a red rug thrown over it, an assortment of various armchairs clustered around the open-plan sitting room with its view of the fields beyond. Looking around the room, she suddenly noticed that there was no television or games console. Maybe it was under something or hidden. A large, scrubbed wooden table filled half the bright, painted kitchen. Jack’s toys covered the floor.
‘Isn’t this place great?’ sighed her father.
Mum would hate it, thought Anna. Hate the mess and the clutter and the fact that nothing matched. As she tried to eat a large homemade flapjack, Bailey, the dog, pushed his large body in front of her.
‘Just give him a nibble, a few crumbs, Anna. It’s a lot easier than trying to get rid of him.’
The black nose snuffled in her lap as she let three small pieces of the delicious mixture lie there.
‘There you go. Now out of here!’ warned Maggie, giving the dog a shove towards the back door.
‘What kind of a dog is he?’
‘He’s a Golden Labrador. Bailey might look big, but I promise he wouldn’t hurt a fly,’ said Maggie.
Anna wasn’t used to dogs. She’d always wanted one, but keeping a dog while there was no one home for most of the day wasn’t fair.
‘Jack’s mad about him.’
Hearing his name, her small brother came and sat up beside her, waving a small green plastic dinosaur.
‘Dinosaurs are his thing,’ added Maggie. ‘That red box is full of them. He plays with them all day.’
Anna put a little bit of a flapjack near the dinosaur.
‘Billy likes it,’ said Jack, licking the crumbs from his own fingers.
‘Would you like to see your bedroom?’ offered Maggie, once Anna had finished her flapjack. ‘It gets the early morning sun and the window seat is a great place to curl up with a good book – that is if you like books and reading.’
Anna realised almost at the same time how little the two of them knew about each other – even what they liked and didn’t like. This woman, who now shared her father’s life, was an utter stranger to her.
‘I do like books,’ she said, ‘but I’ve only brought two with me.’
‘Well, there’s a library and some lovely bookshops in town. We won’t let you run out, promise.’
The bedroom was bright and cheerful with a yellow-and-white-printed duvet, a cream-painted wardrobe and chair and a sanded floor with a rainbow-coloured rug.
‘You can see the sea and the mountain Ben Bulben if you lean out the window a bit,’ said Maggie.
‘Thanks. It’s lovely.’
‘We both want you to be comfortable while you are staying with us. It means a lot to your dad. You know how much he misses seeing you.’
Anna stared at the painting on the wall above her bed. It was of a child sitting staring into a rock pool, his toes touching the water.
‘What with work and Jack it isn’t easy for your dad to get away to see you as much he had hoped.’
Anna said nothing. Funny, in the reflection in the water the boy looked different and had wings, barely visible, but definitely there.
Maggie noticed her looking at the painting. ‘Do you like it?’ she asked. ‘It’s called “Betwixt and Between”, what’s real and unreal.’
‘It’s very different. Did you paint it?’
‘No, I believe your granny painted it. My work is mostly ceramics, pottery, messy stuff! That’s why I have the barn outside as my studio. If you like, I can show you how to throw and make something.’
‘Thanks. That’d be great.’ Anna looked at Maggie’s freckled face and fair, almost non-existent eyelashes with her tumble of mad wavy hair and decided that, despite her mother’s words and thoughts on the particular subject of Maggie Harrison, she herself might actually get to like her.
* * *
That night, lying in the darkness, listening to the wind in the trees, as a wobble of moonlight sneaked through her curtain, Anna considered her situation. She had a three-year-old brother that she just had to get used to, her father’s girlfriend, a dog that kept licking and following her, and she was stranded in the middle of nowhere while her mum was off in some exotic location, without a care in the world. Anna checked to see if her mum had at least phoned or messaged her, but not a word. She was so angry and upset with her mum for abandoning her, even though she had promised that marrying Douglas wouldn’t change anything! Mum had absolutely lied because it had changed everything. She tried to message her best friends, Rachel and Emma, but the stupid phone wouldn’t work as there was no proper signal.
Anna tossed and turned, unable to sleep, her brain racing, going over things and wondering how she had ended up here. In the half-darkness, she stared at the painting and suddenly it seemed to stir, the wings on the boy in the reflection giving the very slightest flicker. How weird. Anna sat up and stared and stared at it, but it didn’t move again. It must have been her eyes playing tricks. She really needed some sleep. Then, just as she was beginning to slip off, there was a bang as something hit off the window. Anna jumped out of bed, wide awake now, her heart thumping. As she peered out into the black, she caught a glimpse of a black shape, a bat flitting away in the darkness. How she wished she was back home in London. Frightened by the painting and the weird noise at the window, she pulled over the curtains and curled up under the duvet, shutting it all out as she tried to sleep.
Chapter 3
Fairy Hill
Tik, Tik, Tik … The silence of the morning was broken by the sound of a blackbird right outside her window, staring in at her, as if trying to get her attention. The sun streamed onto her bed as Anna stretched lazily.
There was a low mumble of noise from the kitchen and pulling on her sweatshirt Anna went out to get something to eat. Dad and Maggie were sitting at the table with two big bowls and some coffee.
‘Good morning! How did you sleep?’
‘Not great,’ she yawned. ‘A horrible big bat banged into the window.’
‘There are bats, but they’re harmless,’ Dad explained. ‘They don’t usually bang into things. Maybe it was a young one. They help keep the insect population down.’
‘There’s toast or cereal or I can do an egg for you,’ offered Maggie, jumping up from the table.
‘This homemade granola with fruit and yogurt is good,’ beamed her dad, ‘if you want to give it a try.’
Usually, back home, breakfast was just white toast and chocolate spread eaten in a rush but this did look enticing.
‘Help yourself,’ said Maggie, passing Anna a blue pottery bowl from the dresser.
‘How about a walk around the farm and the fields after breakfast?’ suggested Dad. ‘We could go down by the lake. Do you remember it from when you were younger?’
‘Only a little bit,’ admitted Anna.
‘I suppose you were only six or seven when we used to come to stay here with your granny. She was so happy to have time with you, Anna. She really was.’
‘We got eggs from the hens.’ The memory came flooding back to Anna of carrying a small bucket with eggs. She could picture her granny, her hair in a bun walking beside her, showing her the hens and the cows and the sheep.
Anna wished that she could remember better that last time the three of them had been together staying here, Mum and Dad still happy, before the fighting and arguing began.
‘Go and get dressed,’ urged her dad, ‘and I’ll give you the tour.’
Anna liked walking around the farm with her dad.
‘You used to play there,’ he reminded her, pointing out the old barn, ‘but I’ve converted it into a studio for Maggie’s pottery.’
The barn was now painted white, with a big new window that overlooked the courtyard. Inside, it was neat and tidy with two large dressers displaying Maggie’s pottery and ceramic work.
‘We’ve enlarged your granny’s vegetable garden and planted a much bigger herb garden. We’ve all kinds of plans to grow more vegetables and to produce our own solar power.’
Anna could see a few sheep grazing in the distance and beside them was a field of bright yellow flowers. ‘That’s rapeseed,’ explained Dad. ‘I sell it to a local factory where they use it to make oil.’
‘Dad, are you a farmer now?’ asked Anna.
‘No, I’m still an engineer,’ he said. ‘The sheep are my neighbour’s, but I let him use the field. Living in Fairy Hill gives me the best of both worlds.’
‘Why is the house called Fairy Hill?’ Anna asked curiously.
‘Legend has it that this was once a fairy place. Your granny said there used to be a really big fairy ring where the fairies gathered somewhere here on the farm, and the local people tell tales of a secret fairy fort, deep in the woods, where the fairies would hide away. That is, if you believe in those things!’
‘Dad, do you?’
‘No,’ he laughed. ‘Science and fact are more my terrain, but your granny definitely did. She used to talk about the fairies sometimes, warn us to be good and not upset them.’
‘Where is the fairy ring?’ Anna asked, excited for the first time since arriving at the farmhouse. ‘Can I see it?’
‘I’m afraid it’s long gone,’ explained her dad. ‘When we were kids I searched and searched with Liam and Grace for signs of a circle of stones or grassy ring or mound, but we never found a trace of it.’
‘Have you any idea what happened to it?’
‘My grandfather John apparently got rid of it and ploughed it up. He wanted to clear the field and sow barley. It caused huge upset at the time, especially with my grandmother. She wouldn’t speak to him for a week or two for she believed that it would bring bad luck upon them.’
‘And did it?’
‘I don’t know, but there were stories of the new crops in the field failing.’ Her dad shrugged. ‘This part of the country is full of old stories and superstitions about the fairies. They are part of the landscape. One of our teachers used to tell us that there was a door for the fairies hidden in Ben Bulben – the mountain we could see from our classroom window.’
‘I can’t imagine that ever happening in London,’ giggled Anna.
‘I’ve lived all over,’ Dad said, ‘but there is no better place in the world than here. That’s why after your granny died, Liam, Grace and I just couldn’t sell the house. We rented it out for a while and then I decided last year to buy the place and move back.’
‘Did Mum like it here?’ ventured Anna.
‘Your mum was very fond of your granny. They got on well. She liked coming to visit for a few days, but Roz could never settle to living somewhere like this. It’s far too quiet and remote for her.’
As they left the farm, Dad took them up by Starling Lake, a small lake almost hidden by rushes and reeds, with a swan floating in the distance.
‘It’s a real beauty spot but you can’t swim there,’ he warned. ‘It’s more dangerous than it appears. A young boy drowned there years ago. If you want to swim, the beach is only about ten minutes’ walk away.’
‘I can remember going to the beach.’ Anna smiled. ‘You were teaching me to swim.’
‘Come on then,’ he said as they fell into step together.
Usually when Dad was in London they went to the cinema, galleries, and museums, and he’d taken her for weekends to Brighton, Bath, Edinburgh, Cornwall and Paris, but walking with him on the small beach with its mixture of grey stones and sand was so much better. They both paddled, and Anna’s cut-off jeans got soaked as Dad splashed and chased her.
‘I’m so glad that you are here, Anna,’ he admitted as they stood and watched the waves roll in. ‘I’ve been asking Roz for years to let you come and stay here with me, but she was always set against it and said that you were too young.’
‘Well, I’m thirteen now,’ Anna reminded him.
‘Exactly, so when I asked her again and she agreed, I couldn’t believe it. And Roz said that you could come here for a whole four weeks. I know your mum has gone off on this big honeymoon and that you are going to miss her, but I wanted us to have this time together.’
Anna felt suddenly guilty about complaining so much about having to come to stay with him.
‘I know it’s very different compared to London, but I’m hoping that you will get to like it at Fairy Hill.’
‘Dad, I didn’t want to come at all,’ she admitted. ‘I just wanted to go away with Mum, but she said that she and Douglas wanted to be on their own.’
‘It is their honeymoon,’ he teased.
‘I guess, but it’s still not fair,’ she said angrily, staring out at the sea.
‘I know it’s a lot to take in, but having time together is important for both of us.’ Her dad gave her a big hug, his beard rubbing against her cheek.
‘Come on. We’ll go for a swim later when the wind is gone,’ he promised as they made their way back along the lane.
Chapter 4
The Crows
For the first two days, Jack had been shy around Anna but now she couldn’t get rid of him. He came into her bedroom early in the morning, waking her. ‘Play with me, Anna, play, please, please, please,’ he begged.
Anna had tried pulling the duvet up over her head, pretending that she was still asleep, hoping that he would go away, but instead he would climb up onto the bed, right on top of her, and start playing with his toys.
It was so annoying; he was like a shadow. All the time he wanted to sit beside her, so she had to help him eat and had to wipe up his spills and stickiness.
Every day he dragged out his toys and they had to play a dinosaur game. He was clever and knew each one by name: Brontosaurus, Tyrannosaurus Rex, Stegosaurus and Pterodactyl.
‘I think he is going to be a palaeontologist when he grows up,’ beamed Maggie proudly.
Anna was used to her own company so having a little brother constantly around her and under her feet was hard to get used to.
Now she knew why most of her friends moaned and complained about their brothers and sisters driving them mad because Jack was really driving her mad. Every time she even just touched her phone he wanted to play with it as if it was a toy.
‘You can’t have it!’ she snapped at him, realising suddenly that Maggie was watching her as she grabbed it off him and hid it in the back pocket of her jeans.
‘Anna, try to remember that Jack’s only just turned three,’ Maggie warned. ‘All little kids want to play with new things.’
It was hard going being stuck at Fairy Hill as everything was so different, even what she ate. Maggie was a vegetarian, which meant almost every meal was fresh and homemade with vegetables grown in the garden. Anna was more used to quick ready dinners and having takeaways with Mum. Then when Maggie and her dad were busy, she was just left to hang out on her own and play with Jack.
‘Anna, you just have to get used to things,’ urged her mum, phoning her from the poolside of the luxury hotel where she and Douglas were staying in Rio.
‘Why can’t you come home early?’ Anna pleaded. ‘Please … please. I want to go home.’
‘I can’t,’ said her mum as they finished the call. ‘You just have to make an effort, Anna, and try to fit in.’
Upset, Anna ran outside and sat on the low stone wall. I will never fit in, she thought. Never!
Bailey came out and sat on the ground beside her, putting his head over her knee as if understanding how she felt. She found herself patting him, rubbing his golden coat and head and ears over and over again as he sat patiently.
‘You are a good dog,’ she said, ‘the nicest dog ever.’ Though it was not as if she knew lots of dogs.
Suddenly Bailey got up.
‘Do you want to go?’ said Anna as she followed him in the direction of the field at the back of the house and barn, where she could hear a loud machine noise.
Bailey stopped, his ears pricked; her dad was busy using some kind of saw.
‘What are you doing, Dad?’ she shouted.
‘Just cutting down a few trees and some of this overgrowth,’ he said, turning off the saw. ‘I want to try to fix up this old shed and maybe use it as an office.’
