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#1: Christmas 1939 - Part 3. Completed 1.10. Author: Cath V-P, Location: Newcastle NSW

Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 6:53 am
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Links to previous parts:

Part 1
Part 2

~pim~

I think it's going to be Part 3.
I've reposted the last post from the old Board, plus an update. Oh, it's nice to be back!

Hilda did not reply immediately, continuing instead to lean against the wall, breathing deeply. Finally she murmured,
“I’m sorry, Nell.”
“Sorry? Sorry? You behave like a half-wit, completely ignore everything you know about winter weather, just about scare me to death and that’s the best you can do? ‘Sorry’ doesn’t begin to do it justice, Hilda!” Silenced by this onslaught. Hilda stared at her, her mouth trembling, then her gaze slid away and she murmured again,
“I’m sorry, Nell; I – I wasn’t thinking.”
“You certainly weren’t!” Nell shook her head in disbelief, her furious anger ebbing at the sight of Hilda’s obvious misery. “Oh, for heaven’s sake, go and get out of those damp things. I’ll make us a drink.” She watched narrowly as Hilda slowly crossed the living room and went up the stairs, her head downbent, and shoulders drooping, and squeezed her eyes shut against the sudden uprush of tears. Then she removed her own coat and boots and went unhappily into the kitchen, already bitterly regretting her outburst of temper and cursing her lack of control, as she hurriedly prepared the hot drink that they both needed.
“Oh hell and damnation. I shouldn’t have been so angry with her – but she scared me.” Unwilling to admit to herself just why she had been so suddenly furious, and appalled at Hilda’s reaction to her remarks, Nell shied away from considering the subject further, but by the time a subdued and slightly red-eyed Hilda finally reappeared, her conscience was working furiously.
“Here,” she said, handing Hilda her tea. Hilda took the drink silently, and Nell surveyed her carefully, noting the signs of recent tears. She took a deep breath.
“I’m so sorry I lost my temper with you, Hilda. I was worried, but I shouldn’t have been so angry, and I shouldn’t have said those things to you,” she said penitently. Hilda gulped, then said in a slightly unsteady voice,
“It’s alright, Nell; I was silly. I should have paid more attention to the weather and the road. I deserved everything that you said.”
“No, you didn’t. I should have told you about that track yesterday, so it’s partly my fault.” Hilda nodded silently, still with that downcast air, and sat down by the fire. Nell looked at her, worried and remorseful.
“Are you still cold?” she asked abruptly.
“Not really,” came the subdued response.
“Hungry?”
“Just a little.”
“I’ll get lunch then,” said Nell and jumped up at once, glad to have something to do. “No Hilda, you stay here and keep warm; you were out far too long in the cold.” She went into the kitchen, and Hilda stayed in the chair by the fire, tired and glad of the warmth that surrounded her, but conscious also of an aching desolation. “I would never have believed that Nell would shout at me like that,” she thought, and felt the familiar tightness in her throat as she tried not to cry. She held out her hands to the bright flames, and noticed that she was shaking a little. “How silly,” she remarked aloud, and tears slid down her cheeks before she could stop them.
“What’s silly?” asked a familiar voice quietly. Hilda tried to reply, but found that instead she was unable to stop crying. She held out a trembling hand to Nell, who took it and knelt down beside her, putting a comforting arm around her and holding her close.
“I’m sorry, Hilda.” she said sadly. “I didn’t meant to upset you like this. I was terrified that something awful had happened to you – and then I was angry, and I couldn’t seem to stop myself. And now I’ve hurt you with my lack of control. I’m so sorry.”
“I was so cold, Nell,” choked out Hilda. “And I knew you would find me, but I was so scared. I wanted the mail, and I thought it would help, but I’d forgotten about weather like that, and then I knew I’d made a mistake, and it was cold and so confusing, and all I could do was wait -” She shivered at the memory of the cold and Nell hugged her more tightly.
“And then I shouted at you,” she said unhappily. “I’m so sorry, Hilda; can you forgive me for that?”
“Only if you can forgive me for being so stupid,” said Hilda, scrubbing her face with her handkerchief. “I was, you know.”
“It’s alright, “said Nell soothingly. “We both made mistakes. Perhaps we’d better let it go at that.” Hilda whispered a faint “yes”, and was silent. Carefully, Nell stood up, and regarded Hilda for a moment; it was obvious that she was still shocked and very upset - and tired. “And I don’t feel too brilliant myself” she thought. “Come on, Nell, pull yourself together!”
“We both need something to eat, and another hot drink,” she said firmly, heading into the kitchen again. “I won’t be a moment.”

Throughout lunchtime, the atmosphere was still slightly constrained, and the pauses in the conversation had lost some of the happy ease that had previously characterised them. Still deeply regretting her outburst and unsure of quite how to reassure Hilda, Nell consumed her soup and sandwiches without really being aware of what she was eating as she cast about for a way to put things right. Suddenly a thought came to her and almost choking on the remnant of her last sandwich, she jumped up and held out her hand.
“Come on,” she said excitedly - and indistinctly. “We’ve got a job to do.” Hilda looked at her suspiciously, but allowed Nell to pull her up from the sofa.
“What is it?” she asked, as Nell opened the door beneath the stairs, and clicked on the light revealing a number of shelves carefully stacked with boxes. Nell turned to her, smiling eagerly.
“The Christmas tree ornaments!” she said, triumphantly reaching for a small box that she held out to Hilda, and then a larger one.
“Oh!” said Hilda, her expression relaxing, as she took the box from Nell and turned to put it on the sofa, her thoughts going momentarily to a certain wooden box that she had brought with her from Austria and that was now wrapped up and stored away…..
“Careful with that one,” said Nell handing her the second box. “A lot of these are glass; to be honest I can’t quite believe they’ve survived all these years, but somehow, they have.”
“How long is it since you used them?” Nell stopped to think,
“It must be at least six years,” she said uncertainly. “I always had an Advent wreath, and some holly, and I did have a little tree once or twice, but I didn’t use many of these decorations. A lot of them haven’t seen the light of day since – well, since Cherry died.” She stopped, remembering the utter delight with which Cherry, even at her frailest, had always greeted the approach of Christmas. Hilda laid a gentle hand on her arm,
“I know, Nell,” she whispered, her eyes darkening in sadness. “Christmas is so much about children, isn’t it?” Nell looked at her, suddenly understanding that Hilda’s grief had been not only for James, but also for the children that she had been denied. “How on earth has she been able to go on?” she wondered humbly. “And without becoming bitter or losing her capacity to care?” The answer followed with arrow-like swiftness, “She has such loving integrity and strength…”
She came back to the present again to hear a rather puzzled Hilda asking,
“But where are you going to put these?” and turned towards her.
“It’s a surprise, or it was going to be,” she said incoherently. “I arranged with Charlie Gorton to have it delivered here early this morning, and he did, before you were up, but I forgot about it – it’s in the scullery, and if you’ll help me with the tub, we can bring it in here and put it by the window…if you don’t mind helping. I thought you’d like it,” she finished. There was a moment’s silence while Hilda sorted her way through Nell’s rather garbled utterances, then said,
“A Christmas tree? A real one?” Nell nodded, and held her breath, waiting for Hilda’s reaction.

Last edited by Cath V-P on Sun Oct 01, 2006 12:46 pm; edited 37 times in total

#2: Author: MaryR, Location: Cheshire

Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 8:29 am
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Hmmmm! Are we writing different ends of the same story here, Cath, my dear?? Laughing

It was lovely to see a gentle reminder of those *other* decorations patiently waiting their time....

This was so atmospheric, as Christmas always is - and Nell is so right to ask how did Hilda go on after losing so much. But as we all know, Hilda has so much *loving integrity and strength* - and faith, from which all the others derive.

Nell also had to find the strength to go on, and Hilda is helping her here as, for the first time in six years, Nell is able to bring out her ornaments.

Thank you so much, Cath.

#3: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 9:28 am
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So good of Nell to try and break the sudden barrier between them with something like decorating a Christmas Tree.

Thanks Cath.

#4: Author: Elder in Ontario, Location: Ontario, Canada

Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 12:06 pm
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An excellent diversionary tactic after the stresses of the late morning. And yet, Nell's reaction of anger once she got Hilda safely back to the cottage was so very natural, as was Hilda's own fright over her situation, despite her faith that Nell would know where to look for her.

The prospect of decorating a tree with these special ornaments which haven't been used for so long is cheering in itself, but it also symbolises for each of them, them memories of earlier 'merry' Christmases past and more recent almost unmarked ones. It's sad that this first Christmas which they are spending together will inevitably evoke sad memories for both of them, but at the same time, it's joyful in that this will, we hope, be the first of many truly 'merry' ones which they will spend together.

Nell's understanding that Hilda was remembering both what had really happened and the 'might-have-beens' had James survived and they had married is yet another instance of their empathy with each other. Wiill Hilda's special ornaments which she brought out of Austria find their home here, too?

Thanks, Cath - it's lovely to see how this is unfolding.

#5: Author: Identity Hunt, Location: UK

Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 3:01 pm
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Cath,
I am enjoying this *so* very much !
Thank you !

#6: Author: francesn, Location: away with the faeries

Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 3:08 pm
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Thank you Cath, this is wonderful.

The sun is shining outside, but I really felt like I was in Nell's little cottage waiting to decorate the tree with them.

#7: Author: ibarhis, Location: London and Hemel Hempstead

Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 3:28 pm
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It feels very real! Thank you.

#8: Author: Tara, Location: Malvern, Worcestershire

Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 4:21 pm
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Decorating the Christmas tree is such a magic ritual; it's so good that Hilda and Nell can rediscover it together.

I loved Nell's garbled utterances, and the way Hilda managed to sort through them and make sense of it!

And Hilda has 'integrity' in its full sense of wholeness, doesn't she. She has remade her life in a different way, and now she is finding Nell to share so much love with.

#9: Author: Cath V-P, Location: Newcastle NSW

Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 8:40 am
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Thank you for your comments; here is a little more.

She did not have to wait long; a slow lovely smile curved Hilda’s lips and her eyes shone.
“Nell, that’s wonderfu1,” she said softly, and Nell let out her breath in a small sigh of relief. Hilda glanced at her affectionately,
“Come on then – what are we waiting for? Let’s go and get it!” And without another word, she made for the scullery, Nell hurrying behind her, thankful beyond belief that Hilda was at ease with her once more.
The tree that they found propped up against the sink in the scullery was perfect. Just over five feet tall, neatly shaped and with the branches evenly trimmed to allow it to be set up near the window, it had evidently been carefully selected.
“Charlie did very well this time,” remarked Nell in approval as she assessed it. “It’s been a while since I asked him to do this, and he’s chosen exactly what I wanted. Most of the village families get their trees this way “ she added, “- those that have them that is – and they all come up on the earliest train on Christmas Eve, and are left at the station. There are several local boys who make some Christmas money by delivering them - but not up to here; Charlie brought this one.” She considered for a moment.
“If you can hold the top part and guide the thing as we go, that would be best I think. It’s not particularly heavy, but it’s awkward.”
Hilda found that this observation was entirely accurate; there were a few moments of frantic tugging and pushing while the tree stuck fast in the scullery doorway, during which time Hilda became acutely aware of the full range and depth of Nell’s vocabulary.
“I hadn’t heard that one before,” she remarked casually after an especially arcane mutter reached her.
“You education has been sadly neglected then,” replied Nell breathlessly. “Damn it, why aren’t these bloody things more flexible?”
“Hinged in the middle you mean?” enquired Hilda from her position in the scullery.
“Well, it would help! Oh, you - object – you! Why won’t you move? Hang on Hilda, I need to put this down – ouch!”
“Are you alright?”
“Just a branch, but it hurt.”
“Where?”
“Don’t ask!” There was a short pause while they contemplated the obstinate tree.
“I hope we can shift it you know; I’ve a horrible feeling it’s stuck for the duration.”
“It better hadn’t be! It may have escaped your attention, Nell Wilson, but I can’t get out of here until we move that thing, and I hadn’t planned on spending Christmas in your scullery.”
“Accommodation not all it should be, Hilda?”
“Hah!”
“Actually, you’re not, you know.”
“What am I not?”
“Condemned to spending Christmas in the scullery. The window does open.”
“Nell!”
“I’d have thought that was reassuring. Now, let’s think about this -”
“Nell!”
“Yes?”
“How did it get in here?”
“Don’t be silly, Hilda, I told you, Charlie Gorton . .. Oh, I see what you mean!” There was another silence, while Nell thought hard,
“Of course, what an idiot I am - and that’s enough from you!”
“I haven’t said a word!”
“You didn’t need to! Stay there, I’ll be back in a moment.”
“I wasn’t aware I had an option,” Hilda remarked, but the silence that greeted this utterance suggested that Nell was no longer there. Thirty seconds later she was back, clutching a length of thin rope.
“I forgot he roped the branches up before bringing it indoors,” she said in some embarrassment, passing the rope around the lower branches of the tree as she spoke, and drawing it tight. “There, that should hold it.”

#10: Author: kimothy, Location: Glasgow

Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 9:58 am
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hey
i was halfway through part one ( i no im awfully behind!!!!) when the board moved and now i cant find it, so i was wondering if you could send it to me please??
thanks,
kim

#11: Author: Tara, Location: Malvern, Worcestershire

Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 11:06 am
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Wonderful, Cath! That episode should certainly dispel any lingering strain between them - and it will leave me chuckling for the rest of the afternoon! Laughing

I loved Nell's cursing, the hinged tree, Hilda imprisoned in the scullery 'I wasn't aware I had an option' about staying where she was, Nell's 'reassuring' remark about the window and her reaction to Hilda's non-remark about her idiocy... loved it all. Thank you.

#12: Author: Elder in Ontario, Location: Ontario, Canada

Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 12:10 pm
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Wonderful!! Talk about 'crash, bang, wallop, what a picture!'

Quite apart from the vision of that tree stuck in the doorway, the repartee between the two of them has left me laughing helplessly, and like Tara, I think I'll be giggling at intervals all day! Thank goodness Nell finally remembered what was needed - but if she had thought that through before they started trying to move the tree, we'd have been deprived of this lovely vignette.

Definitely designed to blow away any lingering constraint between them after the morning's exploit - and another memory to bring out and cherish in future years.

Thanks, Cath - you definitely brightened my somewhat hectic-looking day!

#13: Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!!

Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 2:46 pm
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I'm just loving the image of Hilda clambering through the scullery window, along with the idea of a christmas tree with a hinge in the middle........

Thanks Cath!

#14: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 5:43 pm
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Giggling away at the scene - love Nell stating Hilda's education had been sadly neglected -and her comment about the branch that hurt - the mind boggles. Laughing

Thanks Cath.

#15: Author: MaryR, Location: Cheshire

Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 7:30 pm
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*Accommodation not all it should be, Hilda?*

Wonderful, Nell - you both have a nice line in irony. Laughing

Hilarious scene, Cath - your comedic talents are second to none and you have created a moment they will giggle over for the rest of their lives.

Thank you.

#16: Author: francesn, Location: away with the faeries

Posted: Wed May 03, 2006 2:44 pm
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*in fits of giggles*

Such a change from the stately headmistresses we are used to seeing!

Thank you Cath

#17: Author: dackel, Location: The Big Wide World (aka London)

Posted: Wed May 03, 2006 9:26 pm
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What an absolutely wonderful scene - I'm in fits of giggles! Mostly over imagining Hilda climbing out of the scullery window Laughing

thnak goodness Nell thought of the rope!

Oh, and it reminded me so much of scenes at home over the Christmas tree between my mum and dad! "No, don't take the netting off now, or we'll never get it inside!" and other suchlike comments fly aplenty around Xmas time!

#18: Author: Cath V-P, Location: Newcastle NSW

Posted: Fri May 05, 2006 8:34 am
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I'm pleased you liked it.... here's the next part. The decorations are authentic to the time btw. Very Happy

Twenty minutes later, Hilda and Nell were triumphantly regarding the tree that was now standing in its appointed place by the window. Nell had found the wooden tub used in previous years at the back of one of the cupboards in the scullery, and the tree was securely fixed inside it.
“I’m taking no chances with this,” remarked Nell, as she rammed earth firmly round the base of the tree. “I don’t want it toppling over in the middle of things.”
“I rather agree with you there,” said Hilda, kneeling down to help her. “But I don’t think there’s any danger of that; this tub’s heavy, and with all this soil as well, it should be fine.” Nell straightened up and stepped back.
“Right,” she said, “That’s that done. Now I suggest a drink and a wash and then we can get on with the really interesting part.”
“Oh, I don’t know, Nell,” replied Hilda demurely. “I wouldn’t say that the last half hour or so has been particularly lacking in incident. For one thing, I know several new words! And,” she added solemnly, “I’ve discovered that ‘Branches do not a prison make, Nor Christmas trees a cage’.” Nell glared at her, then, unable to resist the twinkle in the blue-grey eyes, started to giggle, and for a moment the two women clung together laughing helplessly. Finally, Hilda straightened herself up, and went into the kitchen to put the kettle on.
“We’ll drink it as we decorate,” she called back.
“Good idea,” Nell responded, delving into the cupboard again. “Oh, bother!”
“What is it?”
“I’ll need a duster; these other boxes are filthy.”

When Hilda returned with their tea, she found that Nell had dusted and opened the boxes and arranged them in a row on the sofa. She was looking thoughtfully at the tree, and counting the branches.
“Candle-clips first,” she said decisively, “then candles. There are plenty of both, and they were in good condition when I last looked at them, but we’ll need to check that none of the clips have cracked - and we’ll have to be careful to allow enough space for the candles.”
“Yes, Granny!” said Hilda meekly, depositing the two cups on the table, and reaching for a handful of the candle-clips. She started fixing them to the branches of the tree while Nell slotted the candles firmly into place, and for a little while the two worked in their usual companionable silence. Half-way through this part of the proceedings, Hilda paused to take a sip of tea, and picked up one of the candles,
“I suppose eventually these will be replaced by the strings of small electric lights,” she said suddenly. “Although I can’t see it happening just yet.” Nell grimaced,
“I suppose they’re safer,” she said, “But I must say, I don’t think they’re as pretty as the candles - they just don’t seem to give the lovely soft shadowy light that the candles do. And you’re right about them not being available; in fact there doesn’t seem to be much around in the decorations line at all.” She reached into one of the boxes as she spoke, pushing aside the tissue paper and revealing the ornaments inside.
“It’s been a long time,” she said as if to herself. “I’d almost forgotten -” Hilda made an involuntary movement toward her, but stopped as Nell picked out a golden glass ball with a delicate wreath of red and green flowers painted on it. She balanced it on her hand, a small smile edging her lips. “This is mine,” she said, a little shakily. “From my first Christmas – Mother chose it.” She smiled in response to Hilda’s gently questioning expression. “Every Christmas that there was a new baby, or a guest with us for the first time, there was an ornament on the tree chosen just for them. And they could take it away with them or leave it as they wanted. So a lot of these -” She stopped and reached into the box again. “This is Cherry’s,” she said lovingly, holding up a silver glass ball that matched her own. “We always put them together, and Mother and Father hung their ornaments on the next branch. ” She turned to the tree, and hung both ornaments carefully on one branch, then she produced two plain golden bells suspended from narrow scarlet ribbon, and placed them on the branch below.
“What a lovely tradition, Nell,” said Hilda softly. She peeped into the box that Nell was now holding. “Were these all specially chosen then?” Nell nodded,
“Yes,” she replied. “There are some plainer things that Mother and Father chose to start off with, but all the lovely individual additions were bought with someone specifically in mind.” She held out the box to Hilda, “Come on, Hilda – or we’ll never be finished.”
Slowly the tree began to acquire its bright trappings, although Nell paused frequently to explain why something had been kept, and to whom it had first belonged.
“This is Sarah’s,” she remarked of a small glass bird with a silver tail – “She left it here when she got married.” A minute later, two identical golden angels emerged from their tissue paper prompting the joyous observation: “I’d forgotten these! Michael and Claire were here one Christmas, when we were very small, because Mrs Drayton was ill.” And when a glittering silver snowflake was unwrapped, Nell’s voice was very quiet as she said, “That was bought for Mother’s younger brother; he was killed at Second Ypres.”
Eventually, the boxes were empty, apart from one carefully packed item, and Hilda and Nell stood back to admire the shining loveliness before them.
“It’s wonderful, Nell,” breathed Hilda. “So lovely – and so full of meaning, too.”
“Well, it’s not quite finished,” replied Nell, drawing out the last bundle of tissue paper and producing from it the silver star that would shine from the top of the tree. “Here you are - you’re taller than me,” she said proffering it to Hilda, who took the delicate lovely thing and reached carefully round the topmost branches to fix the star to the topmost point of the tree where it would catch the light and send it sparkling into the room. As she stepped forward, Nell suddenly remembered small Cherry, lifted in their father’s arms and solemn-eyed with responsibility, as she had performed this office, so many years ago. Tears glittered in her eyes, and she wiped them away. For a moment, there was silence, then Hilda turned to pick up the tissue paper from where it lay on the sofa and floor.
“I’ll pack this away,” she started to say, and then stopped as Nell shook her head, opened the dresser drawer and produced a small cardboard box.
“There is one more thing,” she said, smiling shyly and holding out the box to Hilda, who took it wonderingly and stared at it.

#19: Author: ibarhis, Location: London and Hemel Hempstead

Posted: Fri May 05, 2006 8:49 am
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How very lovely... thank you.

#20: Author: MaryR, Location: Cheshire

Posted: Fri May 05, 2006 9:42 am
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Is this a special one she has bought for Hilda, to make her feel this is her home too, I wonder....

Oh, that was so wonderful and moving, Cath - all those beauteous decorations, each one holding a special memory for Nell, but distant enough now that she can speak of them to Hilda without too much pain, just an ache in the heart.

“I’ve discovered that ‘Branches do not a prison make, Nor Christmas trees a cage’.

Oh Hilda, playing around with quotations like that is very naughty! Laughing

What a wonderful evocation of Christmas and all its magical rites.

Thank you, Cath

#21: Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire

Posted: Fri May 05, 2006 12:27 pm
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What a wonderful episode, Cath.

#22: Author: Josie, Location: London

Posted: Fri May 05, 2006 2:47 pm
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Finally caught up with this.

Lovely, thanks Cath.

#23: Author: francesn, Location: away with the faeries

Posted: Fri May 05, 2006 3:26 pm
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That was really beautiful. A very special time for both of them.

Thank you Cath

#24: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Fri May 05, 2006 6:34 pm
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Lovely episode - and also think it's a special decoration for Hilda.

Thanks Cath.

#25: Author: Tara, Location: Malvern, Worcestershire

Posted: Fri May 05, 2006 11:05 pm
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Oh goodness, I remember candle clips when I was a child. Very fiddly and rather dangerous, but oh, so pretty. Be careful, Nell - I have Mary's drabble too firmly in my mind! Shocked

Another lovely scene, Cath, such loving memories, and memories of such love. Nell is very fortunate to have had a family like that, even if she has lost them.

Yes, surely it's going to be a special decoration for Hilda, so that she can be included in this tradition, too.

#26: Author: Cath V-P, Location: Newcastle NSW

Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 8:00 am
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Don't worry Tara - they're not going to round off the day with a conflagration!
Thank you for your comments - yes Mary and Lesley, you were correct! Very Happy

Read on:

“Go on, open it,” encouraged Nell as Hilda simply stood there, gazing at the box with an expression that mingled amazement and tentative delight. Her fingers trembling slightly, Hilda did as she was bidden and took from its enfolding tissue paper, a elegant golden bell, threaded on a crimson ribbon. As she held it up she saw that a tiny sparkling wreath of holly was delicately painted around the bell’s glass mouth and spiralled its way up the sides to encircle the bell’s shoulders.
“Is it -? Do I -?” she began uncertainly and Nell nodded.
“It’s yours,” she said simply. “For your first Christmas here.” Blinking away tears, Hilda stepped forward, and hung the exquisite object on the branch next to the one from which dangled Nell’s and Cherry’s ornaments.
“There,” said Nell softly in complete satisfaction. “It’s done.” Together, they regarded the tree, then Nell said eagerly,
“Let’s light the candles and make it really Christmas!” and reached for the matches that were on the mantelpiece. Hilda scurried to arrange the blackout and draw the curtains – and then Nell’s voice halted her.
“Don’t turn round until I tell you,” she said, and obediently, Hilda stood still, facing the closed door, but aware already of the faint but unmistakeable smell of candles newly lit.
“Now!” came Nell’s voice and Hilda faced the tree, in all its glory of glowing candle flames and shining ornaments reflecting the dancing light into the room. All four of the Advent candles on the dresser were also alight now as it was the final Sunday of Advent, and the room was filled with the enchanted light of flickering candles. But the light was no brighter than the joy which shone in the eyes of Hilda and Nell as they contemplated the lovely sight.

In unspoken and complete accord, they retreated to the sofa to sit side-by-side in wordless delight at the beauty before them. Memories of previous Christmas trees came to Hilda; the tree in the cathedral that, as the only child in the cathedral close, she had been allowed to help decorate every year for as long as she could remember, the family tree in the Bishop’s Residence that had been a constant every Christmas until her father’s death, the small tree that James had bought her for the table in her London flat, and the tree that stood in her brother’s home where she had spent so many Christmases with her nieces and nephews, welcomed, but acutely aware that this was not her home and never could be…. All of them beautiful, but none perhaps so lovely as this, made doubly exquisite by the slowly-growing awareness that this house might, just might, prove itself to be a refuge and a loved place such as she had not had since she was a child.

Slowly she emerged from her memories and turned to peep at Nell. Nell was very still, gazing at nothing, and her eyes were remote and oddly dreamy. Gently, Hilda laid her hand over Nell’s, noting absently that it was cold.
“Penny for them, Nell!” she said softly. Nell blinked in confusion, then smiled,
“Sixpence at least,” she replied, wrinkling her nose affectionately at Hilda. She looked at the tree again, “It’s almost as if they’re here”, she murmured, her voice so low that Hilda had to strain to distinguish the words.
“Cherry and your parents,” she said with complete certainty, and Nell looked at her in surprise,
“It’s always been this way,” she said deprecatingly. “I could never quite believe – there are times when I can almost hear then or see them, as if they’re so close that if I turned my head swiftly enough or tiptoed into a room, I’d catch a fleeting glimpse of them. We all loved it here so very much, you see.”
“I understand,” replied Hilda quietly, remembering that strange moment of awareness that first evening. “I think there are times when it would be very hard to stay away from those that you love - no matter where you are.” She clasped Nell’s hand lovingly as she spoke, and Nell returned the gesture gently, with a whisper of “Thank you”. The room was very quiet now and the two sat in the fire- and candle-lit darkness, lost for a little in the worlds of their past.

#27: Author: MaryR, Location: Cheshire

Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 8:11 am
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I'm lost in my own quiet world here, thinking of the two of them so at peace and content with each other - and find myself oddly silenced.

There was so much love and tenderness there, Cath, and the memories that Christmas always brings will make these two especially sad, as they have both lost so much. But they have found each other, and that is the main thing - and it is epitomised in that lovely bell Nell offered to Hilda. (Will that have gone up in my fire as well? Crying or Very sad

)

Beautiful, Cath, just beautiful.

#28: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 9:02 am
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Beautiful Cath, can just see the scene so clearly.

Thank you.

#29: Author: Elder in Ontario, Location: Ontario, Canada

Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 1:19 pm
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THere is so much love and tenderness in both these last 2 episodes, but especially here - each of them wrapped in their own special memories, but each so aware of the peace and 'communion' between them. Trust Hilda to realise just what be passing through Nell's mind at this instant - 'the ghosts of Christmases past, indeed' but so much happier ones than those of Scrooge. And for Hilda herself, happy memories of other time, too.

Thanks, Cath, I was sitting on that sofa with them, enveloped in the warmth of the candlelight and the strength of their loving relationship.

#30: Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire

Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 2:02 pm
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That was wonderful, thank you, Cath.

#31: Author: Tara, Location: Malvern, Worcestershire

Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 8:55 pm
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Very moving, Cath. I love 'the unspoken and complete accord' between Nell and Hilda as they share their memories of the past and their contentment in this particular moment of the present.

As for Hilda's

Quote:

slowly-growing awareness that this house might, just might, prove itself to be a refuge and a loved place

Well, it just might!

#32: Author: Dawn, Location: Leeds, West Yorks

Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 11:25 pm
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Just gone way back in the archives to catch up on all this and am now feeling all warm and fluffy and at peace with them as they sit in the candle light

Thankyou Cath

#33: Author: Identity Hunt, Location: UK

Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 5:33 am
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Cath, this is simply delightful.
I am lost for words to describe how much pleasure this scene has given me.
Looking forward to more in due course Smile

#34: Author: calico, Location: Wellington, New Zealand

Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 6:53 am
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Truly lovely Cath
Thank you.

#35: Author: Cath V-P, Location: Newcastle NSW

Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 6:47 am
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Thank you all...have another little slice. Very Happy

It was the sound of a shifting coal and the accompanying flicker of firelight that recalled Hilda to the present. She turned to Nell who was obviously still far away from the here and now, and spoke gently,
“Nell, I don’t know about you, but I think it might be a good idea to start considering dinner.” Nell jumped at the sound of Hilda’s voice and her eyes widened in shock.
“Hilda! What on earth -” she said in some confusion. She stopped and rubbed her eyes “I’m sorry, I was miles away - what were you saying?” Hilda smiled,
“You don’t need to apologise, my dear! I’ve been just as bad - but it is coming up to half-past five, and I don’t seem to remember having had tea.” At this, Nell cast a horrified glance at the clock,
“Good heavens, you’re right! And now I come to think about it, I do seem to be rather empty too. Come on!” She got up and crossed the room to the kitchen doorway, then stopped.
“We’d better put those candles out first; I don’t want to be responsible for a conflagration.” Hilda chuckled wryly as she went to help Nell.
“It would be a waste of all our hard work, wouldn’t it?”
“To say nothing of making a dreadful mess – and one of those is quite enough for one day!” At this response, Hilda suddenly looked conscience-stricken.
“Goodness, Nell, I quite forgot - did you get that finished?”
“Of course I did, Hilda; I got the worst layer of soot off, and that was all I intended to do. The rest of it can wait behind that door because I’m not even looking at it until Christmas is over.” Hilda gave a small sigh of relief, and Nell smiled at her,
“I suggest we turn our minds to other more important things,” she said briskly. “For example, dinner. I was planning to turn the other half of that braised beef into a pie, if you’ve no objections?” Hilda grinned mischievously,
“Only to your pastry!” Nell gasped in outrage,
“I suppose you think that you can do better?”
“I know I can; the last time you made pastry, Con lost a filling.”
“Which was cracked already, so it wasn’t my fault!”
“Somehow, Nell, that doesn’t inspire me with quite as much confidence as you might hope.” Momentarily lost for words, Nell glared at Hilda who merely smiled as she continued to extinguish the candles.

Once certain that the tree could be safely left, the pair made their way into the kitchen and set about the preparations for dinner. Hilda watched, a twinkle in her eye, while Nell grimly weighed out the flour and dumped it into a bowl. She waited until she had added the butter and was just about to start the rubbing-in process, then said,
“Would it help if I offered to do that?” Nell stared at her, then chuckled, and stepped away from the table with alacrity.
“You read my mind – I was hoping you’d say that. I’ll admit that pastry isn’t one of my culinary strengths -”
“You couldn’t really do anything else, could you?” Nell stuck out her tongue at Hilda, then continued,
“ - but I do have the sense to appreciate it’s one of yours – or at least it was two years ago!” Hilda laughed softly and took over the pastry-making while Nell turned her attention to the apple crumble intended for dessert. Left to herself, Hilda finished the pastry, then looked round the kitchen.
“Rolling pin and pie-dish, Nell?”
“Top drawer and cupboard,” came the response. Hilda retrieved the items, rolled out the pastry, then fetched the basin with the beef in it from the larder. As she spooned it into the pie-dish, a thought struck her.
“Nell, have I got something wrong - but shouldn’t we be having fish today?” Nell nodded approvingly,
“That was bright of you. Normally we would, but it’s Sunday, so the rules about abstinence don’t apply today.”
“I wasn’t aware of that.”
“There you are then, you’ve learned something, just by knowing me!”
“Nell, don’t be an idiot!” Nell giggled and carried on slicing the apples, while Hilda concentrated on the delicate operation of moving the pastry to the top of the pie without breaking it.
“There!” she said in triumph, piercing two small holes at the sides, preparatory to sliding it into the oven. “Done!” Nell surveyed the pie solemnly, a faint twitch at the corner of her mouth.
“That looks most impressive, Hilda. I’ve only two words to say, and they are . . . pie funnel!”
“Oh no!!”

#36: Author: Nell, Location: London, England

Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 9:13 am
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Oh dear...

Thank you Cath!

#37: Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire

Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 10:47 am
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Thanks, Cath. That was wonderful.

#38: Author: Elder in Ontario, Location: Ontario, Canada

Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 2:26 pm
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Another lovely domestic episode - clearly Nell was perfectly willing to relinquish the task of making the pastry to Hilda's lighter touch.

'Pie funnel' - two words, and so much unsaid! Of course, Hilda may simply be someone who never used one and would never thought of it - even though I know they were in common use at this time, especially when making meat pies, we almost never used one at home. But if she has simply forgotten.....!

I'm sure their meal will be most enjoyable. Thanks, Cath.

#39: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 5:33 pm
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Erm, what is a pie funnel? Embarassed

Lovely episode Cath, thank you.

#40: Author: Eilidh, Location: North Lanarkshire

Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 8:00 pm
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*echos Lesley*

I spent most of my working day reading through this and the prequel, Cath, and finished tonight. I've really enjoyed both of them - they were very moving and powerfully written. Thank you.

#41: Author: MaryR, Location: Cheshire

Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 8:27 pm
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This is finishing off the day beautifully, Cath, and the humour is lightening the sad memories that had surfaced for both.

My mum used a pie funnel all the time - and she did make beautiful pies. Laughing

I'm assuming her pastry was lighter than poor Nell's.

Thank you.

#42: Author: serendipity, Location: Leeds, UK

Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 9:58 pm
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Cath, this whole story is so lovely. My greatest panic when I couldn't access the interim board was of missing episodes of this. Thank you so much for sharing it with us.

#43: Author: ibarhis, Location: London and Hemel Hempstead

Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 10:15 pm
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A pie funnel is usually made of white pottery and is the shape of... well.. an inverted funnel, ie. wider at the bottom than the top and either had holes in the sides or feet to let the air into the funnel. It was put inside a pie, in the centre, with the top sticking through the pastry to let the steam out of the pie - if that piece of purple prose makes any sense at all!

#44: Author: Tara, Location: Malvern, Worcestershire

Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 11:43 pm
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I've got one shaped like a blackbird, with a hole in its beak to let the steam out. I must say I've not used it very often, and haven't been plagued with collapsing pies, so I hope Hilda's survives. I can just imagine her having a lighter hand with pastry than Nell, who would attack it, I should think! Did laugh at poor Con's tooth! Laughing

Another lovely domestic scene; we are getting to know these two so well. Thank you, Cath.

#45: Author: francesn, Location: away with the faeries

Posted: Wed May 10, 2006 7:30 pm
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My grandmamma had a blackbird one too. I never use a pie funnel even though I coveted the blackbird....

Mmmm, pie.

Thanks Cath - lovely piece of writing and you've just made me very hungry.

#46: Author: Lyanne, Location: Ipswich, England

Posted: Wed May 10, 2006 11:15 pm
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I think Dorothy Hartley says they're also good for pouring jelly into the pie for cold jellied meat pies. I mean, you leave the pie funnel in the pie and pour the jelly into it and the jelly then spreads round the pie.

#47: Author: Cath V-P, Location: Newcastle NSW

Posted: Fri May 12, 2006 7:06 am
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Thank you for your comments. Pie funnel: I don't use one now, although my Nanna did, and it was a pie-making requisite when I was learning. Mum didn't, and her pies were - interesting, although that could have been due to the pastry as well. No one ever accused Mum of being a good cook - although my MIL (of whom I am very fond, I will point out!) raises bland food to an art form .

Have some more - just a little as it concludes this little bit.

At the first sight of Hilda’s horrified expression, Nell found it impossible to restrain her laughter, but another look at Hilda – unusually red-faced and embarrassed -showed her that she was not finding this funny, and making a great effort, Nell managed to calm herself.
“It’s alright, Hilda,” she said reassuringly. “Don’t panic; it should be fine. It’s not as if this was a fruit pie with a boiling hot filling to start with – and you did make small holes to allow some steam out.”
“But I can’t think how I came to forget it.” Nell eyes danced,
“Probably the shock at what I expected you to use for a rolling pin drove everything else out of your mind!” Despite herself, Hilda smiled in response,
“Well, I have to confess I wasn’t looking for a sherry bottle!”
“Glass is cooler than wood – besides, it’s easier to clean,” said Nell absently as she adjusted the shelves in the oven and carefully slid the pie to its appointed place and put the apple crumble on the shelf beneath. “There, that can take care of itself for the next half-hour.” She gathered together the various implements they had used and took them to the sink. “As the guest, the choice is yours,” she said briskly. “Vegetables or washing up?” Hilda laughed,
“Well, neither is particularly appealing, but I’ll choose the cleaner of the two. Washing up, if you don’t mind,” she said, moving over to the sink and turning on the tap. Nell grimaced slightly and went into the chilly scullery to retrieve the potato basket.
“I’ve put the kettle on,” she said. A minute later, as she hunted for the vegetable knife, “If we hurry, we should be able to fit in a cup of tea before dinner.”
“That sounds an excellent idea, Nell!”
“I thought you’d approve,” came the response. Hilda wrinkled her nose affectionately at Nell, added a little more hot water to that which was already in the sink and carefully cleaned the sherry bottle.

With an inward sigh of relief, Nell finished peeling the last potato, put down the knife and glanced across to see how Hilda was getting on with the washing up. The question that she had intended to ask concerning the choice of vegetables to accompany the pie was never uttered; instead she stood motionless for a minute just watching her friend. For Hilda was working with the same intent seriousness that Nell had observed in the Gortons’ kitchen on the previous afternoon; she was humming softly as she deftly removed the last of the dishes from the sink and it was clear that she was enjoying herself. A brief smile touched Nell’s mouth and her eyes shone; despite the upset of the morning and the moments of tiredness and sadness that had affected them both since Hilda’s arrival, Hilda was happy here. “It’s as if she’s been here for ever, instead of just two days,” she thought in sudden delight, and with that another realisation came to her, one that could have sent her dancing across the kitchen. “She belongs here,” she thought jubilantly, and a joyous little voice started singing in her mind.

#48: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Fri May 12, 2006 7:16 am
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Cath V-P wrote:

“She belongs here,” she thought jubilantly, and a joyous little voice started singing in her mind.

Awww! And I'd have chosen the washing up too! Laughing

Thanks Cath.

#49: Author: MaryR, Location: Cheshire

Posted: Fri May 12, 2006 12:16 pm
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So much going on here in Nell's mind, isn't there? She's worrying away at something while at the same time she is ecstatic that Hilda is so content in these domestic duties, because she is at home and with Nell.

A sherry bottle? Shocked

As a rolling pin? Shocked

Only Nell! Laughing

Thanks, Cath.

#50: Author: Elder in Ontario, Location: Ontario, Canada

Posted: Fri May 12, 2006 12:57 pm
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I just love that

Quote:

'she belongs here'

thought, too - certainly it is already hard to realise that this is, in fact, the first holiday Hilda has spent with Nell at the cottage.

As for the 'rolling pin' - I've certainly been known to use an empty milk bottle for the purpose. I also had a 'Pyrex' one, which could be filled with water before use - was supposed to help keep the pastry cool, in practice, it usually leaked - probably because I didn't do it up securely enough!! But I have to confess I still prefer a wooden one - mine may be a modern version of the older ones, but it's my implement of choice on the few occasions these days when I still make pastry.

Lovely domestic scene again, Cath - thank you.

#51: Author: Tara, Location: Malvern, Worcestershire

Posted: Fri May 12, 2006 10:52 pm
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What a really lovely ending. The joy of beginning to find that 'home' is where they are together ... I wouldn't mind dancing around the kitchen myself, smiling beatifically the while!

Love Nell's sherry bottle (and the carefully scientific explanation Very Happy

) - I used to use a milk bottle, too, in my student days.

#52: Author: Cath V-P, Location: Newcastle NSW

Posted: Tue May 16, 2006 1:03 pm
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Thank you...the sherry bottle - well, this was what we used when I was a child. In fact I didn't have a wooden rolling pin until a few years ago. Very Happy

A little more:

Despite Hilda’s obvious misgivings, the pie turned out to be everything that it should be, with a light golden pastry that was not in the slightest bit soggy or collapsed.
“Which really makes me wonder about the merits of pie funnels,” remarked Nell pensively as she surveyed the inviting spectacle reposing on the kitchen table. “Although if that was my pastry, I’d have been throwing it a lifebelt and resuscitating it!” Hilda giggled, her confidence suddenly restored.
“Pastry’s always been easy,” she replied. “What I absolutely cannot manage are omelettes - and Yorkshire puddings.”
“So that’s why you always got Con or me to do them!” Hilda laughed again as she drained the potatoes,
“Of course, Nell. I did wonder that neither of you guessed, but then we didn’t want them very often.”
“Whereas my pastry was much more obvious.”
“Well, it was charm of variety Nell – one never knew whether to expect light perfection, or house-bricks!” Nell glared at Hilda,
“You do want dinner tonight, don’t you?”

By the time the meal was over, and the washing-up finished, it was almost eight o’clock, and both Nell and Hilda were beginning to feel the effects of their busy day,
“Goodness, I am tired,” murmured Hilda as she curled up on the sofa with her embroidery. “Perhaps it’s a good thing that I put an extra spoonful of coffee in the pot by mistake.”
“Well, we have to be ready by eleven,” said Nell as she consumed the coffee that Hilda had made. “Yes, I see what you mean; this stuff is assertive. And I warn you, it will be cold, so I’d advise you to put on at least one extra layer.”
“Go teach your grandmother!” was Hilda’s inelegant response. “Just how many midnight services do you think I’ve been to? And I defy you to produce anything colder than the cathedral could be when I went to the services that Father took. Twenty years later I can still remember exactly where every draught was in that place!”
“It made an impression then,” replied Nell blandly. “As long as you know to wrap up warmly tonight. Actually, it’s not the church I was thinking of; funnily enough, it’s been quite a bit warmer since the blackout was imposed. No, Henry and Sarah have agreed to take us with them, so -”
“Will it mean that horse again?” Nell smiled reassuringly in response to the swift question,
“Don’t worry, Hilda, not tonight. I gave Henry Gorton my petrol ration for the last month – I’m not sure precisely how legal it is, but I’m not that bothered – and he and Sarah and the children will stop here for us in their car. It’ll be a bit of a squash, but we’re neither of us overweight -”
“I should think not!”
“Hang on, I said we weren’t! Anyway, we will travel in relative comfort, but it will be cold, although the snow has stopped and the clouds are clearing. We don’t usually get the really heavy snowfalls here until January.”
“That’s good to hear.”
“Yes, it is; I’d prefer it if we weren’t forced to dig our way out in the morning!” Hilda gave a little chuckle, then frowned in concentration as she rethreaded her needle.
“Is there anything decent on the radio tonight, Nell? There’s usually some sort of programme of carols round about now, but whether it will be on this year, I just don’t know.”
“Well, there’s only one way to find out,” responded Nell briskly as she got up and went over to the radio. Let’s see what we hear, shall we?” Hilda giggled in appreciation of this remark, then fell silent as the well-known words and music of the Coventry Carol drifted into the room.

#53: Author: francesn, Location: away with the faeries

Posted: Tue May 16, 2006 2:58 pm
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I love the Coventry Carol.

Thanks Cath - it's lovely to see the banter between them but also the feeling behind it.

#54: Author: Elder in Ontario, Location: Ontario, Canada

Posted: Tue May 16, 2006 3:35 pm
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Another lovely little domestic interlude, Cath - I love the affectionate bantering exchanges between the two of them. Interesting that they preferred to make extra strong coffee to sustain them until after the midnight service rather than catching a nap during the evening- though I must say I'd have gone the coffee route myself!

Looking forward to seeing how the rest of the holiday unfolds.

Thank you, Cath.

#55: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Tue May 16, 2006 6:05 pm
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Lovely Cath - conversation comes across so realistically.

Thank you.

#56: Author: Tara, Location: Malvern, Worcestershire

Posted: Tue May 16, 2006 11:03 pm
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Thank you, Cath. Lovely, as always. The Coventry Carol is so evocative. At least the cold will keep them awake!

#57: Author: Identity Hunt, Location: UK

Posted: Wed May 17, 2006 11:56 am
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Lovely update Very Happy

I giggled about the pie funnel; I`ve never used one and touch wood I`ve never had a disaster yet.................

#58: Author: Kathy_S, Location: midwestern US

Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 3:35 am
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Thank you, Cath! Lots of wonderful posts.

Also very educational. Laughing

. (Speaking as someone whose pie crust is so iffy that she's been known to make pumpkin pudding instead -- and that's a pie that doesn't even call for an upper crust!)

#59: Author: Cath V-P, Location: Newcastle NSW

Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 7:16 am
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Thank you for the comments. Here is a little more: sorry it isn't longer but RL in the shape of frantic housecleaning to welcome David back tomorrow after three weeks absence in the US and UK has intervened. Very Happy

It rapidly became clear that they were listening to a broadcast of the service of Nine Lessons and Carols - from King’s College, they assumed, although this information was deliberately withheld from listeners, presumably on the grounds of security.
“It always feels a bit strange listening to a church service on the radio rather than being there, “ remarked Nell idly as the first verse of Hark, the Herald Angels Sing sounded. “Still, carol services are a bit different, I suppose.” Hilda grinned,
“My father disliked it intensely to start with,” she replied. “He said it made people lazy, and could be used as an excuse to avoid proper worship, but then one of my brothers - I think it was Simon – pointed out that it could be a great blessing for invalids and the elderly, so he became a little more reconciled to the idea. And I agree with you; a carol service is different, presumably because there’s so much emphasis given to the music.”
“There are a significant number of words in this one, though,” said Nell. “And I must say, I’ll be glad when they’re through this carol; it definitely is not one of my favourites!” Hilda’s eyes twinkled,
“Oh, I don’t mind this, but I wouldn’t object if I never had to sing the First Nowell again.” Nell laughed,
“Well, I hate to say it, but I bet that both of them are on the list tonight.”
“And tomorrow morning as well!”
Both women laughed softly, and then fell silent as the carol ended and the voice of the reader was heard again:
“The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light ……”

Hilda gave a small sigh of contentment as the compelling and familiar words of the prophet Isaiah continued, and settled back in her chair, listening intently as the service proceeded, carols and readings alternating one with the other. As the Sixth Lesson ended, she turned toward Nell, intending to ask her a question about the service later that evening, and stopped appalled. Nell was ashen-faced and completely still, her body rigid, and hands tightly clenched in her lap. Her eyes were stone-grey and opaque, their cold emptiness reminding Hilda of Nell as she had been on her arrival at Sarres. As Hilda scrambled desperately for the words to reach her, the first lines of Stille Nacht, Heilige Nacht sounded and Nell shuddered once, her mouth twisting as if with pain. As the solo chorister’s voice soared tenderly up in the penultimate line of the verse, a choking sob escaped her and her eyes glittered with tears.
“Nell?” whispered Hilda, herself stricken with misery at the sight of such anguish. At the sound of her voice, Nell trembled again and a single tear spilled down her face. For a moment her eyes held the terror of the sleepwalker who wakes from a fearful dream to unfamiliar surroundings, then the bleakness and despair faded slowly from her face, although the aching sadness remained.
“Hilda?” she murmured.

#60: Author: Squirrel, Location: St-Andrews or Dunfermline

Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 8:18 am
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Well! I was about to thank you for the lovely home-like Christmas they were having. The talk about the radio was so true to Hilda and Nell banter, even though it was more serious. The service, and Hilda's thoughts on it was lovely. And then you point out that Nell is suffering, and suffering deeply. In an instant the atmosphere changes. It speaks wonders about your writing Cath, and I understand that RL needs to take precidence, but Please get us off this cliff soon!!!

Thanks Cath

#61: Author: Tara, Location: Malvern, Worcestershire

Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 12:02 pm
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Bother the cleaning, Cath, come back and finish this - please?

Poor Nell, what an unexpected descent into anguish after the calm and humour-tinged enjoyment. It's certainly wiped from my mind the reminiscences of mince-pie making to the accompaniment of the service from King's and the list of non-favourite carols that I was preparing to indulge in! I wonder what memories have been triggered. Was it hearing the German that started it off? No, of course it couldn't have been, she was like that at the end of the Lesson (and such a beautiful one). Oh, what's wrong???

RL is such an intrusion - should be banned!

#62: Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire

Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 12:10 pm
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Wonderfully evocative, Cath, thank you.

#63: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 3:15 pm
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Oh no! What's caused this? Something has triggered a memory.

So glad Hilda is there for Nell. Crying or Very sad

Thanks Cath.

#64: Author: Elder in Ontario, Location: Ontario, Canada

Posted: Fri May 19, 2006 7:48 pm
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Something has clearly triggered a memory here for Nell - hastily rakes brain for some of the sequences in 'Return' - was it the singing of "Silent Night" I wonder?

I, too, am glad that Hilda is there to be aware of Nell's anguish and to offer comfort.

Looking forward to the next bit of this, Cath. Thank you.

#65: Author: francesn, Location: away with the faeries

Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 11:32 am
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Eeek! Something's happened Sad

Please come back soon, Cath!

#66: Author: Cath V-P, Location: Newcastle NSW

Posted: Sun May 21, 2006 11:11 am
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Thank you all; some more.... I don't quite know where this came from, so please bear with me (us?). Very Happy

“Tell me Nell,” she said as she knelt by Nell, taking her hands in a gesture of comfort and reassurance. Nell winced slightly at her touch and Hilda looked down, puzzled. Then her eyes widened in shock as she realised that Nell had clenched her hands so tightly that her nails had broken the skin on the palm of her left hand. Nell looked down too, and frowned,
“Stupid of me,” she muttered.
“Has this happened before?” asked Hilda gently. Nell flushed,
“Once or twice, if something reminds me, when I’m not prepared,” she answered reluctantly. “Not since August though. Nothing has been as bad since then.” She smiled briefly into Hilda’s eyes, and to Hilda’s relief, she was Nell again, not the tormented stranger of a few moments ago. “It was the carols,” she continued, answering Hilda’s unspoken question. “It was the first time I’d really heard them since Austria; last Christmas was - well, I don’t really remember last Christmas, except for not daring to go to Mass, and being afraid.” She hurried on to mask the treacherous shake in her voice and Hilda’s hands closed more tightly on hers.
“So the last time I heard the Christmas readings and those carols was two years ago. I’d stayed in Tyrol that year and been invited to spend Christmas with the Russells.” She stopped and smiled wryly. “They had a doctor visiting for six weeks; you remember how they went through that phase of trying to pair us up with an acceptable man of medicine - you and me, and Con until she got engaged to Jock and earned a reprieve.” Hilda nodded,
“I remember,” she said ruefully. “Some of them were quite entertaining, but others -!” She shuddered,
“Yes, well, this one had spent just over a year in Germany, and was travelling on to Italy after Christmas. He was interested in walking and climbing, and generally looking around the local district when he wasn’t at the San, plus he was a Catholic, so we had a reasonable amount to talk about. Oh and like me, he was also highly amused by Jem’s not-too-subtle attempts at matchmaking!” At this, Hilda was unable to hold back a giggle, and the atmosphere lightened a little.
“So once that was established we got along quite well; he partnered me at various dinners, and I showed him some of the more out-of-the-way walks and sights. And we went to Christmas Eve Mass together – it was at one of the local churches, and he joined us on Christmas morning for the carol singing at Die Rosen and then lunch. And then a number of us went for a walk.” Nell stopped and Hilda wondered what was coming. She took a deep breath and continued. “Ever since the Mass, he’d got quieter and somehow distant. I thought there was something wrong, so I asked him.”
“And was there?”
“Oh yes.” Nell gazed across the room to where the flames of the four Advent candles burned steadily. “Oh yes, there was.”

#67: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Sun May 21, 2006 11:16 am
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Poor Nell, so what happened? Oh and Laughing

at the less-than-subtle attempts to pair them off!

Nice cliff! Laughing

Thanks Cath.

#68: Author: Elder in Ontario, Location: Ontario, Canada

Posted: Sun May 21, 2006 2:12 pm
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So I was correct in my guess that the carols triggered this memory for Nell. But so glad that she 'came back' to Hilda as quickly as she did and is able to retell the episode to her. Like Lesley, I had to laugh at the Russell's 'dedicated' match making attempts!!

Now all we need to know is just why this particular doctor became so distant - I can hazard a guess, but will wait and see if I'm correct.

Please don't make us wait too long for the outcome, Cath - even if you hadn't left us on this clifflet, it must be getting close to time for Hilda and Nell to leave for this year's Midnight Mass in any case!

Thank you - I'm really enjoying this.

#69: Author: Tara, Location: Malvern, Worcestershire

Posted: Sun May 21, 2006 11:18 pm
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Thank you for coming back, Cath - but is that supposed to make us feel better? Rolling Eyes

What has happened? I have at least three different scenarios in my head, all of which are probably completely wrong, so I shall wait (im)patiently until I'm told. It must be serious if Nell is causing herself physical injury over it.

It's good to hear her confirming that Hilda's support has ensured that nothing has been so bad since she shared her experiences with her - and that support is still fully available to her.

#70: Author: Kathy_S, Location: midwestern US

Posted: Sun May 21, 2006 11:43 pm
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*worried*

but thank you, Cath. Smile

Fun seeing how the two of them dealt with the matchmaking!

#71: Author: Josie, Location: London

Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 1:27 pm
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*g* at the matchmaking.

Thanks Cath. Have enjoyed catching up with this. Poor old Nell. Sad

#72: Author: Cath V-P, Location: Newcastle NSW

Posted: Wed May 24, 2006 4:01 am
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Yes, the evening's advancing, isn't it? Here's the next section, rather longer, but I decided not to split it.

“Apparently, he’d been in Germany for just over a year, working and consulting in two or three sanatoria and hospitals; you know how it is when you move to a new place – you’re so busy keeping up with the routine and finding out about all the little details of life that it’s quite a while before you really notice what’s going on around you.” Hilda nodded. “Well, it was no different for him; he’d been in Germany for about six weeks before he became aware of - things. He was in a San up in the mountains so perhaps that was why it took so long.” There was a silence, then Nell said quietly, “The words spilled out of him, as if they’d been there, waiting for someone to ask.”
“And you were the someone?”
“Yes; some of it I couldn’t understand, some of it I didn’t want to believe – it seemed so impossible that what he spoke of could be happening, and in a country that was so near. But I suppose we were isolated up there, just as he said . . .

“In places like this, you’re very lucky, you know.”
“Why?” she had asked.
“Because you’re safe. You don’t wonder who is listening to you as you talk, who’s watching you wherever you go, who reads your letters, notes whom you meet -”
“But that can’t be true!”
“And the other things,” he’d continued as if she had not spoken. “The relentless barrage of misinformation teaching people to hate and fear, the constant surveillance, not only of neighbours but of family members, the unexpected arrests and disappearances, the laws that deny so many people their basic humanity – you can’t get away from it, it’s there all the time. The cinema, the theatres, music, art. books - they all have to conform to Nazi ideas. Even the universities can teach only what fits in with Nazi beliefs, science and medicine has to support them too. And some of the so-called research, - no, I can’t tell you that.” He’d stopped for a moment, looking at the white still loveliness of the mountains. “The worst thing,” he’d said, almost as if to himself, “is that so many go along with this – no, they support it, - and then they go home to their families, read, listen to music, play games, go to church.” He looked at Nell’s shocked face. “Last year, I went to Mass at Christmas, and saw two men singing “Stille Nacht, Heilige Nacht” with their children at their side; earlier that week I had heard them discussing whether to treat a handicapped child or not, because it was a ‘burden to the race’…..He stopped, and the silence between them stretched on.”

“And then what?” Nell’s mouth twisted briefly in pain,
“He continued his walk alone. I went back to Die Rosen and spent the next hour in my room. Then it was time to dress for dinner.” She shrugged, “ We were both very bright and sparkling, and the evening passed off well.” She looked at Hilda. “We avoided the subject after that, but all the time, even though I tried not to think of it, I had the sensation that something terrible was waiting to happen. I was thankful when he left and term started, and I was so busy that I didn’t have time to think.”
“No wonder you were upset by the carols,” said Hilda softly. Nell nodded,
“Just for a moment, I remembered what he’d said, and it terrified me – made me wonder again just how wide the gap is between the normal and the unthinkable. I mean, even here, there were people who thought that we could deal with Hitler, that he wasn’t a real threat.”
“I know,” replied Hilda sadly. “To say nothing of those who thought that his ideas were correct.” Nell’s eyes closed for a moment, and neither of them said anything. Then Nell sat back with a sigh,
“I’m sorry, Hilda,” she said quietly. “I didn’t mean to spoil the evening like this, but sometimes -”
“Sometimes the memory is so strong and unexpected that you can’t do anything except wait for the pain to be over. I know, Nell. And you haven’t spoiled our evening - that I promise you.” Nell looked at her gratefully, then said,
“It’s the thought of all the people we knew, like Anna Mieders and the Laubachs, the Brauns, the Hamels – oh and all the others; we have no idea of what’s happening to them.” Hilda’s lips tightened; this was something that haunted her too.
“We can pray for them, Nell,” she replied.
“Oh I do, but it’s very hard to leave it in God’s hands.” She looked at the clock, “It’s after ten, so we’d better think about getting ready; I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to come in at half-one or thereabouts and be faced with dirty coffee cups and the upstairs blackout.”
“I thought that was done?” Nell looked slightly embarrassed,
“I meant to do it, but I had to do something else earlier – and that reminds me, your service tomorrow is at nine o’clock, so we don’t have to be awake too early.” Hilda laughed,
“It is Christmas, Nell!”
“True, but somehow the thought of waking up at half-past five to see just what Father Christmas has brought me has lost its appeal!” Hilda giggled again at this remark, and gathered up the coffee cups, preparatory to taking them to the kitchen. As she did so, a thought struck her.
“I wonder how Vater Bär’s getting on in Wales?” she wondered aloud. Nell grinned,
“He’s probably been asked to play at one of those concerts – or started training the choir!”
“To be honest, I was more concerned about how he was getting on with Gwynneth’s family.”
“Well, so am I really. You know, Hilda, to say that I was surprised when they came along and told me where he’d be spending Christmas is an understatement!” Hilda considered this for a moment,
“Actually, Nell, I wasn’t - not after the initial shock anyway. That pair have always been great cronies.” Nell thought for a moment,
“You’re right of course. Even in the early days in Tyrol, they got along well - although it wasn’t obvious to begin with.”
“Of course Gwynneth is older than the rest of us, and that made a difference; besides she mentioned once that although her French was always fluent enough, she spent a lot of her first term improving her German, and talking with Vater Bär would have helped there.”
“Still, I hope he’s enjoying himself. I’m a bit surprised we haven’t heard anything from either of them -” She stopped as Hilda gasped,
“Oh Nell, I quite forgot! This morning, there were some letters for us - and I haven’t given them a single thought, just shoved them into the pocket of my coat and forgot about them.”
“Well, we can’t do anything about them now; time’s flying. We’ll have to leave them until tomorrow. And we’d better hurry; Henry and Sarah will be here at any moment.”

#73: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Wed May 24, 2006 4:50 am
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Wondered if it was something like that - horrible thing to have to remember on Christmas Eve. Crying or Very sad

Thanks Cath.

#74: Author: Eilidh, Location: North Lanarkshire

Posted: Wed May 24, 2006 7:33 am
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Thanks Cath.

#75: Author: Squirrel, Location: St-Andrews or Dunfermline

Posted: Wed May 24, 2006 7:39 am
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Poor Nell. Thank Goodness she has Hilda with her to help her through the occasional reminders like this. Thanks Cath, that was a lovely, though difficult read.

#76: Author: Elder in Ontario, Location: Ontario, Canada

Posted: Wed May 24, 2006 1:55 pm
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It's episodes like this which remind us how much 'disinformation' really circulated in Germany at that time - at this distance, we can only imagine the horror which filled this young and impressionable doctor as he became aware of it. Although their relationship went nowhere, it was a good thing for him that he was able to tell Nell about those experiences.

It was certainly hard on Nell to be taken back in memory to that evening simply by the carols she and Hilda were listening to. And of course, it only exacerbates their anxiety about the fate of so many of their friends who had, perforce, had to remain in Austria when the school fled. But at least Hilda was there to listen, understand and share those anxieties. And despite it all, there is the thought of the Christmas now upon them - their first together in the cottage - which they are going to enjoy so much.

Thanks, Cath - both for the reminder of history (which we must never forget) and the prospect of this present Christmas.

#77: Author: Tara, Location: Malvern, Worcestershire

Posted: Wed May 24, 2006 10:56 pm
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Quote:

made me wonder again just how wide the gap is between the normal and the unthinkable.

That phrase is going to stay with me for some time, Cath, it is seriously disturbing. And the one slides into the other so insensibly.

On a different note, chuckled at Nell not wanting to be up early for Santa any longer - and what was she doing when she should have been seeing to the blackout? Playing Santa herself?

#78: Author: Kathy_S, Location: midwestern US

Posted: Wed May 24, 2006 11:03 pm
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Very disturbing. No wonder Nell's upset!

Nice picture of Matey & Herr Anserl. Smile

(nothing worrisome in those letters, I trust....)

#79: Author: Josie, Location: London

Posted: Thu May 25, 2006 11:43 am
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Poor Nell.

Thanks Cath.

Hooray for the letters from Matey & Vater Bar though (tries to ignore Kathy's question above!)

#80: Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire

Posted: Thu May 25, 2006 12:16 pm
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The problem is that Nell will never really be able to forget all those dreadful things, though we can hope that she will be able to come to terms with that fact.

#81: Author: Cath V-P, Location: Newcastle NSW

Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 12:41 pm
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Thank you for your comments. Here is just a little more:

Nell bustled them both through their necessary preparations so rapidly that fifteen minutes later the sound of an approaching car engine found them both well wrapped up against the chill of the night and waiting at the gate. As Henry Gorton drew to a halt, Nell hurried them toward the car, the dim blue light of her torch illuminating their path.
“He won’t want to waste petrol idling the engine,” she said. Hilda nodded, said a slightly breathless “Good evening,” to Henry and Sarah as she got into the car, where Margaret Gorton obligingly moved over as far as she could to make room for Nell. There was no sign of Harry.
It took them about ten minutes to reach the church. The journey had been comparatively quiet with much of the low-voiced conversation taking place between Hilda and Sarah. Margaret was too shy to say much and Henry’s attention was fully occupied with the road, while Nell was clearly still recovering from the incident earlier in the evening and sat in an uneasy silence that worried Hilda a little. However, as they arrived at the church, she drew a long breath and seemed to relax, and as they walked up the path towards the dark bulk of the building, Hilda was somehow aware that Nell had managed to push the nightmare of pain behind her again. “Until the next time,” she thought, and found herself praying that there would always be someone there for Nell when the past threatened to overwhelm her….

As Nell had indicated might be the case, the church was warm – or at least it was draught-free. Hilda looked around curiously as she followed Nell through the second set of double doors into the shadowy interior, and toward a pew near the front. She had been unable to make out very little about the exterior of the church, other than it had a typically Gothic profile, and the various lamps and candles distributed throughout the building confirmed this. Despite wartime restrictions, the High Altar, glorious in its festival colours of white and gold, was illumined with the light of many candles, as was the statue of Mary and the Child, while a lamp glowed softly over the Nativity that was set up on the western side of the nave. Behind it, as on the eastern side of the nave, the dense pools of darkness remained undisturbed, and the opening words of John’s Gospel sounded suddenly in Hilda’s mind. She slipped into the pew that Nell indicated and saw the three Gortons moving further up the church.
“They want to see Harry clearly,” explained Nell in an undertone. “This is the first time he’s acted as an altar boy at an important service, and he’s been here all evening with the other altar boys and the choir, preparing.”
“I’d wondered where he was,” admitted Hilda, as the organist began to play a selection of some of the lesser-known Christmas carols and the voices of the choir were heard echoing through the building. Nell’s hands suddenly locked tight in her lap, then relaxed and Hilda looked at her, suddenly anxious, but saw with a great sense of relief that there was no return of that terrible anguish of earlier in the evening. Sensing her concern, Nell looked up; she did not smile, but her eyes remained clear and calm, although sad. Then the choir processed into the church, and the service had begun.

#82: Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire

Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 1:15 pm
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That sets the scene beautifully, thanks, Cath.

#83: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 1:36 pm
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Cath V-P wrote:

“Until the next time,” she thought, and found herself praying that there would always be someone there for Nell when the past threatened to overwhelm her….

Yes, that would be your role, Hilda!

Thanks Cath.

#84: Author: Elder in Ontario, Location: Ontario, Canada

Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 3:22 pm
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Quote:

“Until the next time,” she thought, and found herself praying that there would always be someone there for Nell when the past threatened to overwhelm her….

OK, Lesley, you got there first, but that same sentence just got up and hit me when I read it, too!!

I agree wholeheartedly that will indeed be Hilda's role! I also found myself wondering about her knack of becoming 'a prophet for her own time' so early on - it's yet another example of just how quickly the relationship between the two of them is strengthening and deepening.

I also noted how Nell's hands initially clenched as the choir 'processed', singing carols, but then relaxed, and Hilda's almost audible sigh of relief when she saw that.

This has set the scene beautifully for the Midnight Mass to come - thanks Cath.

#85: Author: Tara, Location: Malvern, Worcestershire

Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 10:22 pm
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Yes, me, too. Hilda has already started fulfilling that role, and they are becoming so attuned to each other.

I so love the 'They that sat in darkness' reading, and the atmosphere in the church reflects the truth of that really powerfully.

Thanks, Cath.

#86: Author: MaryR, Location: Cheshire

Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 6:52 pm
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Cath V-P wrote:

“Sometimes the memory is so strong and unexpected that you can’t do anything except wait for the pain to be over. flying.”

How wise Hilda is, how perceptive and understanding of how sad or bitter memories can overwhelm you, and take you back there as though it were actually taking place. And she has proved to Nell over and over again that she will be there for her in all her pain.

Thank you for bringing me up to speed with all this, Cath, and warming my heart, as always, with the love that is growing between them. The flashes of humour only serve to illuminate the trust and perception they have of each other.

Thank you. I look forward to Midnight Mass....

#87: Author: Josie, Location: London

Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 10:08 pm
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Thanks Cath. Very evocative.

#88: Author: Cath V-P, Location: Newcastle NSW

Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 6:17 am
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Thank you for your comments; here is some more. It's rather short, but it couldn't be any other way.

As the priest’s first words dropped into the breathless and echoing silence, Nell realised that the intangible dread, and odd sense of remoteness which had grown steadily since she heard the first notes of the Coventry Carol earlier in the evening, had gone, to be replaced by a humble feeling of relief and gratitude. Last Christmas existed only as a confused jumble of pain and fear in her mind, but she knew that she had found it impossible to attend Mass, and the memory of that bitterness had emerged at intervals throughout the last few hours, as something that she could share with nobody, not even Hilda, as yet. This Mass, would not, she suddenly understood, be the ordeal that she had feared it would be, and perhaps, with Hilda here beside her, some of the joy that she had always felt during this loveliest and most hopeful of services might return. Almost as if she comprehended Nell’s lightening of spirit, Hilda gently touched her hand, and Nell felt anew the comfort and strength of Hilda’s presence. Reassured and somehow part of the proceedings again, Nell focussed on the liturgy – and realised with a sudden shock, that it was not Father Henderson, the Parish Priest, who was celebrating the Mass, but Michael Drayton. Her eyes widened in amazement, and a little awe; this man was somehow not Michael, who had been so much a part of her earlier life, but the priest whose presence she had glimpsed so many years ago. To Nell, he seemed strangely remote as if he were somehow already gone from his life here and departed into an unguessable and menacing future. She shivered as if a cold shadow had glanced by, then the flames of the altar candles flickered and danced and for a half-moment, she glimpsed the teasing companion of her girlhood, and was comforted. Then as the Mass moved towards its central moment, Michael uttered the words - “Hoc est enim corpus meum” - that had revealed her Faith to her again, and now, as then, it was revealed as a matter of invitation and acceptance, but this time to be received with a swift delight. In that moment, the small joyous voice that she had heard earlier sounded in her mind again, and a glowing flame of happiness began to build inside her. With part of her mind, she was aware that Hilda was smiling at her, her eyes luminous and light-filled, as together, they shared the shining miracle of Christmas.

#89: Author: Identity Hunt, Location: UK

Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 6:33 am
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Cath,
I have enjoyed every episode of this so very much Very Happy

This one, however, is really brilliant ! I do hope we get to find out what happens to Fr Michael once he leaves the village........

#90: Author: Nell, Location: London, England

Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 10:42 am
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Thank you Cath, lovely.

#91: Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire

Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 10:43 am
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Cath, what a wonderful way to describe it all, especially the growing rapport between Hilda and Nell.

#92: Author: Elder in Ontario, Location: Ontario, Canada

Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 1:49 pm
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So many lovely, positive things in this little vignette - the whole joy of the Christmas Mass itself, and Nell's quiet satisfaction that this year, she could once again appreciate and take part in it; the surprise of finding that Michael, not the regular priest, was the celebrant and all that that meant to her; but above all the quiet certainty that Hilda was there beside her, sharing her joy not just on this night, but for all time. For that fleeting moment, at least, all was right with her world - and through the power of your words, we were able to share that moment. Thanks, Cath.

Also wondering if we will learn what happens to Michael in the future - please!!

#93: Author: Kathy_S, Location: midwestern US

Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 1:51 pm
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Beautiful, Cath. Very Happy

#94: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 1:54 pm
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Thanks Cath, that was lovely - so glad that Nell can feel able to celebrate Mas on Christmas Eve, and such a contrast with how she felt the year before.

#95: Author: KathrynW, Location: London

Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 3:36 pm
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Thank you Cath, that was really lovely.

Kathryn

#96: Author: francesn, Location: away with the faeries

Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 4:10 pm
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*shivers down my spine*

Thank you Cath, absolutely beautiful

#97: Author: MaryR, Location: Cheshire

Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 7:51 pm
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Cath V-P wrote:

. Almost as if she comprehended Nell’s lightening of spirit, Hilda gently touched her hand, and Nell felt anew the comfort and strength of Hilda’s presence.

And now that they are so close and so attuned, that *glowing flame of happiness* can only go on on mushrooming inside her, can't it?

Cath V-P wrote:

Then as the Mass moved towards its central moment, Michael uttered the words - “Hoc est enim corpus meum” - that had revealed her Faith to her again, and now, as then, it was revealed as a matter of invitation and acceptance, but this time to be received with a swift delight.

It all came together for her in that single shining moment of invitation, didn't it? Michael revealed once more as her former playmate, her faith now restored to her whole and entire thanks to Hilda, her growing awareness of just what Hilda means to her.....all part of the *miracle of Christmas*.

Thank you so much, Cath.

#98: Author: Tara, Location: Malvern, Worcestershire

Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 10:45 pm
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That was lovely, Cath. So many layers, vestiges of Nell's earlier distress stilll reflected in Michael's remoteness and his 'unguessable, menacing future', but also the joy that is being restored to her after her sojourn in the wilderness of pain and fear. And all connected to the woman with whom she is sharing it - a 'shining miracle' just about sums it up.

#99: Author: Josie, Location: London

Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 2:52 pm
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Aw, how lovely.

Thanks. Cath. Very Happy

#100: Author: Cath V-P, Location: Newcastle NSW

Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 5:58 am
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Thank you for your comments: I'm glad you liked it.

And some more:

After the service, Nell sat quietly in her seat for a few minutes, waiting until the crush at the door had cleared a little. Hilda waited beside her, her gaze roving interestedly round the building; neither of them noticed a tall dark-haired woman approaching, two boys of fourteen and twelve accompanying her.
“Nell?” said the woman tentatively as she stopped by their pew. Nell looked up and her mouth opened in surprise
“Claire Drayton!” she exclaimed. “How wonderful to see you!” The other woman smiled in relief at the friendly greeting,
“I hoped you’d be here,” she said. “Michael told me that he met you yesterday – and your friend too.” Her gaze swung to Hilda, and Nell hastily performed the necessary introductions, between them. Then she caught sight of the two boys, and she stared in amazement,
“Surely they aren’t -?” Claire laughed
“They are indeed! I think the last time you saw them, Francis was about five and Anthony was a toddler. Boys!” The elder of the two stepped forward and held out his hand remarking gruffly,
“Good evening, Miss Wilson. I hope you’re well?” Nell smiled at him, and took his hand, her grey eyes warm and friendly.
“Hello, Francis, hello Anthony. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you, but I do remember both of you. It’s very nice to see you again - and your mother as well.”
“Our sisters couldn’t come,” the younger of the two replied with a grin that reminded Nell of his uncle, “they’re too little. Dad’s here somewhere. And Grandma was sick, so she’s at home as well.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” responded Nell politely.
“Oh, it’s not serious,” put in the older boy cheerfully. “She’s just upset about something.” Claire frowned,
“Look you two, you go off and find your father,” she said quickly.
“He’s probably with Uncle Michael,” said Francis.
“Well, you can go and find them both then,” his mother said briskly, “Be off, the pair of you!” The two boys departed toward the back of the church and Claire turned back to Nell.
“Michael told me he’d spoken to you about his departure,” she said quietly. Nell nodded,
“Yes, he did.” She was suddenly very aware of and thankful for Hilda’s silent presence beside her.
“Mother’s taking it badly,” Claire continued, a shade of shyness creeping into her eyes at the mention of her mother,
“Yes, he said that too,” replied Nell, unsure as to where this exchange was going. Claire sighed,
“He’s doing the right thing; I know he is,” she continued almost as if to herself, “And being Michael, he couldn’t do anything else, but I wish Mother would accept it. But you know Mother,” she added. Nell winced, and her mouth hardened slightly. Beside her, Hilda stiffened,
“Yes,” she said dryly, “I do.” Claire flushed unhappily,
“I’m sorry, Nell, I wasn’t thinking,” she apologised. “But Stephen and I never went along with Mother’s ideas about you and Michael, and we never felt the way she did. Michael had a vocation that he had to answer, and once that was clear, there wasn’t an alternative – despite Mother’s best efforts.”
“I don’t think she ever forgave me,” said Nell wryly, relaxing a little. Claire’s eyes darkened,
“No Nell, she didn’t,” she said sadly. “I suppose it made things easier for her, but it was hard on you and your parents, and I do regret that we couldn’t see more of you after Michael left. I did feel guilty about that.”
“Mother and Father understood,” said Nell gently. “And Father was delighted when you wrote to tell him that you’d named your first son after him.”
“I owe a lot to Uncle Francis,” said Claire quietly. “After all he made it possible for me to marry Stephen in the first place. And it’s odd; Mother was so against that to start with, but now she’s very fond of Stephen, and of course she adores the children – especially the boys.”
“So it’s worked out then.”
“Yes, I suppose it has.” She stopped and looked at Nell wistfully. “But what about you, Nell? I know you had a job in a school in Austria - ” She stopped again, and Nell smiled reassuringly,
“I’m still at the school, Claire, although we’re now in Guernsey. And thanks to God’s goodness, I have my home, my job, and friends who have become family. My life is very rich and full.” She glanced lovingly at Hilda, who smiled swiftly in response. Claire laid a hand on her shoulder,
“I’m glad that you have so much, Nell. You deserve it.”

#101: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 7:18 am
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Got very confused at the beginning before remembering that Michael had a sister! Glad that she named her first son after Nell's father. Her Mother doesn't seem to have changed much though - I always hate it when grandparents favour some of their grandchildren over the others.

Pleased that Nell could answer so positively about her home, friends and family.

Thanks Cath.

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#102: Author: MaryR, Location: Cheshire

Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 8:54 am
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"My life is very rich and full.” She glanced lovingly at Hilda

What a splendid avocation of what Hilda means to her, and also a superb answer to Michael's mother - that by letting Michael fulfil his vocation, by not standing in his way, Nell herself had reaped her reward, and his mother should have done the same.

I wonder does Michael's sister have it in mind to ask Nell to speak to her mother? Would that help them both come to terms with the past?

Thanks, Cath.

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#103: Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire

Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 12:28 pm
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Thanks, Cath, that was wonderful, another part of Nell's past life.

#104: Author: Elder in Ontario, Location: Ontario, Canada

Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 2:59 pm
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Very interesting development - it's really good to see Claire's interaction with Nell here. The content of the conversation must be really reassuring to Nell - and, I suspect, to Claire, who had clearly worried about the breach in the relationship between the families over the years, particularly knowing that Nell's family were now all dead and wanted to heal it, at least for herself. She must be delighted to receive such a clear assurance that Nell had, as Mary said 'reaped her own reward' as a result of her understanding and acceptance of Michael's vocation, (unlike Michael and Claire's mother) and to know that she has not been left all alone.

Will await the next turn of events with impatience - as always!

Thanks, Cath

#105: Author: Tara, Location: Malvern, Worcestershire

Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 10:53 pm
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I'm terrified to quote anything in case it sends this thread doolally again, but I did like Nell being so 'aware of and thankful for' Hilda's silent but totally supportive presence during the whole of that exchange. H's body language is almost echoing Nell's reactions, in perfect sympathy with her.

It will be good if this relationship can be rebuilt, and there is obviously immense good will on both sides.

Interesting that Michael's mother's refusal to accept his choices for his life is actually making her ill. I, too, wonder if Nell is going to be involved in helping her towards acceptance. A lot to ask, but Nell would do it out of her own 'rich and full' life.

#106: Author: Cath V-P, Location: Newcastle NSW

Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2006 6:48 am
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Thank you for the comments; just a little today.

At these unexpected words, Nell was silent; then an interruption in the shape of the younger Drayton boy, Anthony, came down the aisle towards them.
“Mum,” he said in a hissing whisper, “Dad says he’s going to freeze to the floor if you don’t hurry up!” Both Nell and Claire turned faces of identical guilt towards the door, where several people including the four Gortons, Harry now having joined his parents and sister, were waiting patiently, their resigned expressions apparent, even in the shadowy church. Francis Drayton was there too, standing by a fair-haired man in his late forties, presumably his father.
“Goodness, I must go!” said Claire, “I hadn’t realised how late it was. Goodbye, Nell, and a very merry Christmas to you both!” And she hastily departed to join her husband and sons.
“Heavens, the Gortons!” muttered Nell. Beside her, she was aware of Hilda’s silent amusement, and the two women moved as one to the back of the church. As they passed the final rows of pews, the last of the candles was extinguished and the church was in darkness again, apart from the red flicker of the Sanctuary lamp. Then careful footsteps approached and Michael Drayton appeared out of the shadows behind them.
“I’m pleased I caught you, Nell,” he said quietly. “I saw you talking to Claire – and I’m glad.” Nell smiled,
“I’m glad too, Michael,” she said simply. “I’ve regretted that we rather lost touch after Father died, but it was - difficult.” He nodded comprehendingly,
“I must join Claire and Stephen,” he said. “Merry Christmas, Nell, and go with God.” He turned on his heel and walked away into the darkness, leaving a silent Nell and Hilda behind him.

The short journey back to the cottage was quiet; Harry Gorton was clearly very tired after his efforts during the service, during which he had acquitted himself successfully, and Margaret was almost asleep against Hilda’s shoulder. Henry and Sarah talked softly in the front of the car, and neither Hilda nor Nell said anything. As the car drew up outside the cottage, Sarah turned to face them,
“Well, a merry Christmas to both of you,” she said briskly. “Go on, hurry along inside now – it’s too cold to be standing around out here. And remember we’ll see you tomorrow afternoon.” She and Henry both watched as Nell and Hilda climbed out of the car, and in accordance with her instructions, hastened up the path to the house; then they drove off cautiously in the direction of the farm.
“She’s right, it is cold,” said Hilda as Nell opened the door and they scuttled into the welcoming warmth of the living room. Nell said nothing and Hilda looked at her anxiously; there was definitely something wrong – this prolonged silence was not like Nell.
“Nell,” she asked cautiously, “is there something wrong?”

#107: Author: Nell, Location: London, England

Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2006 9:26 am
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And another cliff...they seem to be everywhere this morning...

Thank you Cath!

#108: Author: MaryR, Location: Cheshire

Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2006 9:28 am
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Oh, Cath, you give us an amusing and interesting little tidbit - and then you leave us like that! Shocked

What have you done to Nell? Whatever it is, I do hope Hilda can help.

Thank you.

She's not upset because of Michael, is she? Did she expect more of him that night?

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#109: Author: KathrynW, Location: London

Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2006 9:30 am
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Thanks Cath, I'm really enjoying this.

Kathryn

#110: Author: Elder in Ontario, Location: Ontario, Canada

Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2006 12:50 pm
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Oy, Cath - a clifflet - and on a Monday morning, too!! Clearly some other memory has surfaced to disturb Nell, despite the very pleasant interlude with Claire.

Am glad to know that Hilda is there, and will surely understand/sympathise when Nell explains herself. Of course, it may simply be a remembrance of Christmases past, but I suspect a deeper reason!

Thanks Cath

#111: Author: francesn, Location: away with the faeries

Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2006 4:26 pm
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I catch up on some absolutely wonderful posts and end up on a clifflet. It was lovely to meet Michael's sister and her children.

Thanks Cath

#112: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2006 5:35 pm
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Nice little cliff - am sure Hilda can fix it.

Thanks Cath.

#113: Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire

Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2006 8:13 pm
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Thanks, CAth. I'm sure Hilda will use her wisdom to help Nell through whatever is troubling her now.

#114: Author: Tara, Location: Malvern, Worcestershire

Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2006 12:28 am
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I don't like heights ...

I wondered if Michael had been a bit dismissive, too, but I can't believe that would affect Nell. I wonder if she's wondering if she should go and see M's mother??????

Whatever it is, as others have said, Hilda will be there with wise counsel and loving support.

#115: Author: calico, Location: Wellington, New Zealand

Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 5:40 am
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Thanks Cath
This is wonderful!

#116: Author: Josie, Location: London

Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 10:35 am
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Confused

Poor Nell, this can't be the easiest trip down memory lane!

Glad she talked to Clare, though.

Thanks Cath.

#117: Author: Cath V-P, Location: Newcastle NSW

Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 1:11 pm
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It was only a tiny little cliff...but it's resolved! I won't be posting until next Wednesday now as I shall be in Brisbane, and away from my computer, although I may be able to pop in and see what's going on form time to time.

Hilda waited, but there was no reply from Nell, who was very busy putting her coat and hat into the small cupboard designed for the purpose. After a moment, she said gently,
“Nell, is something the matter?” Very slowly Nell turned round; she looked wistful, and somehow a little lost, but Hilda was thankful to see that the misery of earlier in the evening had not returned. She seemed to be searching for the words to answer Hilda, who continued to wait patiently as they went silently into the living room in silence. Nell crossed to the fire, and rested one hand on the mantelpiece for a moment, then gave a tiny shake of her head and looked around; to Hilda it seemed almost as if she were emerging from a place deep within herself. She smiled tentatively at Hilda who came and stood behind her resting her hands comfortingly on Nell’s shoulders.
“It’s all right,” she said. “It was just the shock of seeing Claire again – and the boys so grown up. And then Michael, I didn’t expect it to be him….” Suddenly Hilda understood; tonight, Nell’s past had come sharply into focus for her, but carrying with it a frightening awareness of the present.
“Oh, Nell,” she said softly, “I wish I could help you.”
“You do,” said Nell, with a quiet certainty that warmed Hilda through. Then she said, as if to herself, “From the light into the darkness. And how many more will go the same way?” She shivered a little, and Hilda hugged her suddenly. Nell sighed and relaxed slightly.
“Thank you for being here, Hilda,” she said. Hilda smiled, aware that Nell was herself again.
“Believe me, Nell ther e’s nowhere else I would rather be at this moment.” Nell’s eyes shone with loving gratitude, then her gaze shifted to the clock.
“Goodness it’s late – if we want to get up for church in a few hours it might be a good idea to go to bed! Besides, Father Christmas won’t come unless you’re asleep!” Hilda started to giggle at this unexpected conclusion, but found herself yawning instead. Nell’s mouth twitched, “So good to see you agree with me,” she continued. Hilda laughed softly
“I’m taking your advice and going to bed,” she said, heading towards the stairs. “Good night, my dear and merry Christmas”.
“Merry Christmas, Hilda,” echoed Nell softly.

She waited for three minutes until she was sure that Hilda was safely upstairs, then she tiptoed into the scullery and delved into a cupboard that had been securely locked until now. Quickly finding what she wanted, she returned to the living-room, and proceeded to carry out her arrangements. Satisfied that she had done the best she could, she checked that the fire could safely be left and that everything was as it should be. Then she made her way upstairs, aware that the shining joy and excitement that she remembered as so characteristic of Christmas Eve was suddenly part of her again.

#118: Author: Nell, Location: London, England

Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 1:26 pm
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Thank you Cath. look forward to Christmas Day when you return, drive safely!

#119: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 1:45 pm
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Awww, thanks Cath. Hope the drive goes OK.

#120: Author: MaryR, Location: Cheshire

Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 2:32 pm
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*From light into darkness*

Please God that won't be the way of it for Michael, but of course it was for so many. No wonder Nell felt that little prescient shudder.

But suddenly she is realising that Hilda makes up for all, that she will have such a happy time with her this Christmas.

And of course those secret arrangements... Laughing

Thanks, Cath, and drive safely.

#121: Author: Tara, Location: Malvern, Worcestershire

Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 11:16 pm
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So glad that Hilda's love and support have helped Nell to cope with the awful implications of the war, and to find that

Quote:

shining joy and excitement

of happier years.

I'm really looking forward to Christmas morning! Very Happy

Have a good break, Cath, we'll miss you.

#122: Author: Elder in Ontario, Location: Ontario, Canada

Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 11:21 pm
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A lovely explanation of what was bothering Nell, mitigated so quickly by Hilda's ready understanding. I, too, hope that Michael will return safely from the war.

Now we can look forward to Christmas morning and have all the time that you are away to wonder what Nell had hidden away so carefully ready for that moment. Have a great trip and drive safely.

#123: Author: Identity Hunt, Location: UK

Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 6:01 am
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Have a nice break, Cath, and come back refreshed.

#124: Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire

Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 8:29 am
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Have a good break, Cath.

#125: Author: Cath V-P, Location: Newcastle NSW

Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 12:08 pm
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Thank you all for the comments - I'm back, and yes, I had a lovely time in Brisbane.

Hilda emerged slowly from sleep into the darkness of early morning, vaguely aware that there were noises from downstairs and that there was a cup of tea on the bedside table. She squinted at it in the half-dark; judging by the steam still drifting upward, it had not been there very long. “I must have been tired,” she thought ruefully, “not to have heard Nell put that there!” She sat up and reached for the cup; as she lifted it she noticed a folded piece of paper underneath the saucer and carefully extracted it. On it was written, “Your second cup of tea is downstairs. Merry Christmas!” together with a neat little drawing of a Christmas tree. Hilda chuckled, swallowed her tea in record time and slid out of bed to find her slippers and dressing gown. Two minutes later she was carefully descending the stairs, hearing the sound of Nell half-humming, half-singing I Saw Three Ships, as she went from the kitchen to the living-room. She paused to listen, realising suddenly that she had not heard Nell quite so contented for a long time, and smiled in sheer delight.

“Merry Christmas, Nell!” she said pushing aside the curtain that hung at the bottom of the stairs. Nell jumped and turned a face of utter happiness towards her.
“Hilda! Good morning and merry Christmas!” she responded, putting down the cup she was holding and giving Hilda a swift hug. Hilda started to say something, then caught sight of the fireplace, and stopped, her mouth falling open in surprise.
“Nell!” she gasped, “What on earth -?”
“I said Father Christmas would come while you were asleep, didn’t I?” Hilda didn’t answer; instead she stood staring past Nell at the two robust green-and-white striped socks that hung neatly from the mantelpiece and were evidently full of small parcels. Nell regarded her silent astonishment with an air of mingled triumph and tenderness. Eventually, she laid a hand on Hilda’s shoulder,
“Shall we see what we’ve got?” she asked softly. Hilda nodded, finding herself still unable to speak, and watched as Nell carefully unhooked the socks from the mantelpiece and carried them over to the sofa, where Hilda joined her.

As they opened each of the carefully-wrapped parcels, it became clear that whoever had prepared the this surprise had put a great deal of thought into it. The contents of both socks were identical – and varied; they each found lavender bags, a twopenny bar of chocolate, handkerchiefs edged with pretty cotton lace, bath cubes, a tiny sewing kit, an appointment diary that would fit neatly into a handbag, two nicely-sharpened pencils, and right at the bottom of each sock, an orange - and a sparkling white sugar mouse!
“Nell, I haven’t eaten one of these since I was small,” laughed Hilda, holding the last item by the tip of its string tail and watching it revolve neatly.
“Oh, they’re a tradition,” Nell said, enraptured by Hilda’s delight. “We always got one - and an orange and some chocolate. And we always ate the orange before breakfast and had one bite of the mouse.”
“Poor mouse!” Nell laughed in her turn, and proceeded to nibble delicately at the sugar creature’s nose.
“But where did all this come from?” asked Hilda. Nell smiled at her and put the mouse down.
“Guess!” she said. Hilda shook her head,
“I can’t,” she replied, “unless -” A thought struck her. “Was it Sarah?” she asked. Nell’s delighted smile told her she was correct.
“Clever girl, it was. She’s always prepared one for me – and she must have got this ready when she found that you’d be here. The socks belong to Harry – he wears them for rugby, but Sarah assured me that they’d been carefully cleaned. ‘Scoured’ was the word she used,” she finished thoughtfully. Hilda giggled, then fell silent looking down at the various things in her lap. When she raised her head again, her blue-grey eyes were shining with tears, although she was still smiling wistfully.
“The last time I had a stocking was the Christmas before Mother….” She did not finish, and Nell immediately pulled her close in a comforting hug, suddenly desperate to soothe the pain that those few words revealed.
“Well, there’ll always be one now,” she promised, and Hilda returned the hug, feeling suddenly secure and reassured.

#126: Author: MaryR, Location: Cheshire

Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 1:17 pm
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Oh Cath, that last comment from Hilda caught in my throat, just when she was feeling so surprised and happy. How Christmas tears at one's heartstrings!

What a gorgeous scene, all those small gifts popping out of the stockings to be so enjoyed, and how lovely of Sarah to include Hilda. And Nell and Hilda themselves, each so delighted to see the other so happy, with Nell's promise that this is forever and always.

Thank you.

#127: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 6:36 pm
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So lovely - and I love those sugar mice!

Thanks Cath.

#128: Author: Elder in Ontario, Location: Ontario, Canada

Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 7:36 pm
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Clearly this is only the first of many surprises which will come Hilda's way this Christmas Day - but how thoughtful and generous of Sarah to prepare that identical stocking for her, as well as for Nell.

I agree with Mary that Christmas, or any major holiday for that matter, can tug at the heartstrings in the most unexpected ways - witness Hilda's comment - but how quick Nell was to reassure her that a Christmas like the one she is now enjoying will continue to be hers for all time.

Lovely scene - I will look forward to seeing this special day unfold in due course.

Thanks, Cath.

#129: Author: Kathy_S, Location: midwestern US

Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 9:53 pm
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Lovely scene, Cath!

Glad to hear the stockings are clean... Laughing

#130: Author: Sugarplum, Location: second star to the right!

Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 10:17 pm
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Cath, just caught up on lots of this. You capture both Nell and Hilda perfectly throughout and I love the run up to Christmas.

#131: Author: Nell, Location: London, England

Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 10:14 am
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Thanks Cath!

Alos liking sugar mice though I always had a pink one!

#132: Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire

Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 10:18 am
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Thanks, Cath, that was lovely.

#133: Author: francesn, Location: away with the faeries

Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 1:29 pm
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Awww that was lovely

Thank you Cath

#134: Author: Josie, Location: London

Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 1:37 pm
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*feels warm and fuzzy now*

thanks Cath, fab to see this back.

#135: Author: Tara, Location: Malvern, Worcestershire

Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 11:19 pm
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Welcome back, Cath.

What a lovely, warm scene, and how sensitive of Sarah to include Hilda. Like Kathy, I'm glad those stockings were 'scoured'!

Hilda's unshed tears speak so eloquently of so many years of loneliness, an unspoken, perhaps unrecognised, pain which is soothed by Nell's love. There's lots more day to go, too. *Smiles beatifically*

#136: Author: Identity Hunt, Location: UK

Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 5:44 am
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How lovely of Sarah to make up a stocking for Hilda too !

Hilda must have spent so much of her life being so very lonely, yet still manages to find endless love and thought for other people. Truly a very special person !

When do we get to see what Hilda and Nell have got each other ? Do they open presents first thing or are they disciplined grown-ups and wait till after "The Queen " ?
Wink

#137: Author: Squirrel, Location: St-Andrews or Dunfermline

Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 11:08 am
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I'm glad you had an enjoyable time away Cath.

And isn't it just lovely to see Hilda waking up and having that to welcome her into the new day - both the tea and note from Nell, and the Christmas Stocking from Sarah. What a wonderful surprise for her, and how touching that tis should be the first stocking she should have since her mother's death. Thank goodness Nell was there - and so quick to reassure her that she would be there for all the Christmasses to come.

Lovely Cath, thank you.

#138: Author: Cath V-P, Location: Newcastle NSW

Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 7:04 am
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Thank you for your lovely comments; hmmm, "disciplined grown-ups?" Well, we'll have to see...

They sat together in a happy silence for a few minutes, then Hilda looked at the clock.
“I suppose we’d better get on with breakfast,” she said. “You did say that service was at nine, didn’t you?” Nell nodded,
“That’s right,” she said carefully moving the items on her lap to the small table by the sofa before standing up. “We’ll have to leave by twenty to nine to get there – so there isn’t time to open anything else now.” She glanced at Hilda. “I thought we might open the cards and mail after church and then, this afternoon, anything else that we might have received. That’s if you don’t mind.” Hilda smiled,
“That sounds an excellent plan,” she replied, piling her presents beside Nell’s and going into the kitchen. “And if you don’t mind, I think I’ll eat my orange while we’re getting everything else ready.”

Neither breakfast nor dressing took long, and by half-past eight, they were walking briskly down the road towards the church. The snow of yesterday lay in a thin crisp coating over the ground, but the sky was a clear pale blue, the winter sun was casting its pale sharp light over everything and it was evident that there would no more snow that day.
“It’s perfect Christmas weather,” said Nell delightedly as they rounded the curve in the road where Hilda had gone so wrong yesterday. “Usually it’s damp and rather foggy, so I can’t believe we’re having this.”
“It must be my influence,” remarked Hilda solemnly, her eyes twinkling. “A reward for all my hard work last term!”
“Well, you’d better make sure that you do the same next year!” responded Nell, “It would be nice to have weather we could rely on for a change.” She laughed, and then stopped abruptly as a robin with an impossibly red breast alighted on a branch of the bush next to them. He advanced along the branch, head cocked on one side as he surveyed them with bright black eyes, preened himself to show at a greater advantage than before, then flew off to another branch, from which he peered at them with profound interest.
“He probably models for Christmas cards,” muttered Nell in a low voice. Hilda chuckled, then glanced at her watch.
“We’ve got fifteen minutes,” she murmured. In response, Nell quickened her pace, and five minutes later they were approaching the small grey stone church that lay just outside the village and was presided over by the Reverend Edwin Wentworth. “This is rather nice,” said Hilda approvingly as they approached the small lych-gate.
“Of course it is,” said Nell. “We built it after all!”
“Somehow, I don’t think you’re going to get it back again,” responded Hilda, as they went into the chilly interior. “Ah, the unmistakeable smell of the Church of England,” she added, inhaling deeply. “Smoky candles, damp and mothballs – with just a hint of ecclesiastical dry rot!” Nell giggled and followed Hilda down the aisle to a pew on the right-hand side of the church where she hastily seated herself almost out of sight of the rest of the rather too interested congregation – including Mrs Elliott of the Post Office.

For her part, Hilda enjoyed the service, although she noticed that the vicar did seem to stare fixedly at both her and Nell as he delivered his sermon. She also became aware that Nell appeared to be a little uncomfortable as the service progressed, and wasa little puzzled by it; after all, both she and Nell had attended a variety of Protestant and Catholic services together in Europe without any previous concerns - indeed, the theological debates that had risen between them as a result of this had often been highly entertaining. “What on earth can be the matter?” she wondered with a corner of her mind at intervals throughout the service. Finally, as she was returning to their pew from taking Communion, the answer came to her. Of course - this church was filled with people who knew Nell, or at least knew of her; they would speculate, probably openly, as to her sudden appearance in an Anglican church when it was well-known that she was a Catholic. An immense tenderness for Nell rose in her; “She didn’t want to let me come alone, as a stranger on Christmas Day, even though it was hard for her,” she thought, smiling to herself. How typical of Nell’s loving generosity!

At the end of the service, there were the usual small groups of people both at the door, and lining the path, as the various members of the congregation greeted one another. Used to this form of socialising, Hilda and Nell made their way through the crowd with practised ease, neatly side-stepping an increasingly frustrated Mrs Elliott more than once and pausing to talk cheerfully with Mr Carter of the general store.
“She’s going to burst, if she doesn’t catch us soon,” murmured Nell as a third determined attempt on the part of Mrs Elliott was foiled by a grinning Charlie Gorton, allowing them to edge closer to the gate. Hilda choked, then hastily stifled her laughter, as she caught sight of the Reverend Wentworth approaching them, a polite smile on his lips and curiosity writ large upon the rest of his features.

#139: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 7:27 am
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Of course not everyone will be quite so enlightened when it comes to different faiths - will be interesting to see if anyone makes any comments about it - Hilda will slay them! Laughing

Love the deliberate hiding away from Mrs Elliott - ably assisted by the Gorton family. Wink

Thanks Cath.

#140: Author: MaryR, Location: Cheshire

Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 10:00 am
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Can't wait to hear their responses to the Reverend Wentworth's all too evident curiosity. Laughing

Some lovely amusing touches there, Cath, especially the robin who models for Christmas cards and the low blow about who actually *built* the church! Laughing

As for the smell to be found in Anglican churches....*giggles at Hilda*

But there were also the tender touches of love for each other, Hilda acknowledging what sort of position Nell had put herself in by keeping her company on Christmas morning.

Thank you, Cath.

#141: Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire

Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 11:54 am
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I do wonder what the dear Reverend has to say about one of the opposition attending his church on Christmas morning.

#142: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 12:54 pm
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Jennie wrote:

I do wonder what the dear Reverend has to say about one of the opposition attending his church on Christmas morning.

Depends on whether he's a Christian in more than just name - but really tries to live up to the ideals.

#143: Author: calico, Location: Wellington, New Zealand

Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2006 7:37 am
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Thanks Cath.
This is lovely!!

#144: Author: Elder in Ontario, Location: Ontario, Canada

Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 2:18 pm
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Any Minister should expect visitors to his church on this special morning - but how easily one forgets the ramifications of living in a small village, where the presence of Nell, a Catholic, in the Anglican church would automatically raise eyebrows and pose questions!!! Having grown up in such a small village, I recognise that particular phenomenon only too well - and the necessity of dodging the 'nosey-parkers,' too!!

But is indeed, a tribute to the relationship between Hilda and Nell that Nell will unhesitatingly run this gauntlet alongside her rather than leave her, a visitor, to attend the service on her own.

Thank you, Cath - it is lovely to watch this so-special Christmas evolving.

#145: Author: Tara, Location: Malvern, Worcestershire

Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 11:34 pm
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Oh yes, I can just imagine the tongues wagging ... Rev W. had better be nice to Nell, and not try to patronise her as an erring sister!

Loved the robin, the church smells, and the avoidance of the gossips but, most of all, Nell's willingness to run the gauntlet of her community's rather shocked inquisitiveness for Hilda's sake - no wonder Hilda feels that overwhelming tenderness towards her.

#146: Author: Cath V-P, Location: Newcastle NSW

Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 3:08 am
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Thank you for the comments - it's not the Reverend who's the problem....

Next part:

Even as Hilda schooled her features to obedience and assumed the welcoming expression that the situation warranted, she was acutely aware that Nell had stiffened defensively beside her. She just had time to murmur, “Don’t worry,” before Reverend Wentworth, a man of medium height with fair hair and a permanently worried expression, had reached them, his hand outstretched in greeting.
“Good morning, and a very merry Christmas to you both,” he said. He smiled directly at Nell, “It was a pleasure to see you in church with your friend this morning, Miss Wilson; can we hope for that experience to be repeated?” Nell drew a deep breath, but before she could say anything, Hilda was already addressing the vicar,
“Good morning and a happy Christmas to you,” she said politely. “That really was a most enjoyable service; your sermon was most interesting.” Compelled by good manners to attend to what Hilda had said, Reverend Wentworth turned towards her,
“Thank you; I’m pleased that you found my words helpful, Miss -?”
“Annersley, Hilda Annersley,” replied Hilda. Reverend Wentworth stared at her, his brows creased in thought, Nell forgotten for the moment. Hilda waited for the inevitable – which duly came.
“Annersley?” he asked. “Surely – you must be some relation of Bishop Annersley?”
“Why, yes,” Hilda responded smoothly. “He was my father.” At this, Edwin Wentworth’s eyes bulged slightly with excitement, and for a moment the anxiety faded from his face.
“Really!” he said, his voice scaling upward. “How – how remarkable! His Flame and Faith has a permanent place on my bookshelf.” Despite herself, Hilda felt herself turning pink,
“Thank you,” she said quietly. “He enjoyed writing that book, although he would have preferred an alternative title.” She stopped as she realised that Reverend Wentworth was gesturing to someone behind her.
“I must introduce you to my sister,” he said. “I’m sure you’ll find you have a lot in common. Ah, Rose,” he continued as a woman joined them – somewhat reluctantly as both Hilda and Nell immediately realised. “Rose, this is Miss Hilda Annersley – Bishop Annersley’s daughter, you know; Miss Annersley, my sister, Rose Wentworth.” Hilda politely held out her hand, murmuring, “Good morning, Miss Wentworth.” The other woman responded in an equally polite, but lifeless voice, and glanced briefly in Nell’s direction. Nell nodded back, her mouth firmly compressed. Edwin Wentworth resumed his habitually worried expression, then said, with a faint air of desperation,
“Miss Wilson, I think Charlie Gorton is trying to catch your attention – and I need to have a word with Mrs Elliott.” He moved away and Nell looked round; Charlie Gorton had managed to get rid of Mrs Elliott and was ambling towards the gate, accompanied by his wife and two daughters. Nell’s expression hardened at this blatant manoeuvring, then catching sight of Hilda’s face, she relaxed.
“Yes I would like the chance to speak to him,” she said briskly. “If you’ll excuse me for the moment, Hilda? Miss Wentworth?”
“Of course, Nell,” replied Hilda quietly. “I’ll catch you up as quickly as I can.” Miss Wentworth said nothing and Nell left them, head held high and her cheeks burning. There was an uncomfortable silence which Hilda did nothing to break; instead she waited for Miss Wentworth to speak again, studying her unobtrusively as she did so.

Like Hilda and Nell, Rose Wentworth was in her mid-thirties. She was small and slightly built with carefully-arranged brown hair, and precise features and, Hilda decided, would have been good-looking had it not been for her thin lips and expressionless brown eyes. She watched impassively as Nell walked towards the lych-gate with Charlie Gorton, then turned back to Hilda, her face suddenly faintly animated.
“I do hope you’re having a pleasant stay here,” she said in a would-be friendly tone that somehow managed to suggest that she did not expect anything of the sort.
“Oh, yes,” said Hilda. “I’m having a most enjoyable time, and Nell is a splendid hostess.”
“Oh,” the other woman responded flatly, one eyebrow slightly raised. “Of course, we don’t really know Miss Wilson that well; Edwin was appointed to the living here only three years ago, and even though she was here last year, we saw very little of her – not that one would expect it, of course under the circumstances.”
“Yes,” remarked Hilda evenly, “But now that the school is re-established so close to the mainland, Nell will be able to spend more time here, and I’m sure that you’ll soon learn to appreciate her.” Rose Wentworth opened her mouth to refute this, but catching sight of Hilda’s steely grey gaze fixed upon her, suddenly found herself incapable of uttering her intended words and could manage only a feeble,
“Yes, I’m sure we shall.” Hilda smiled coldly in response, as the Reverend Wentworth, rejoined them just in time to catch his sister’s last utterance.
“I’m sorry I had to leave you so abruptly,” he said, not really noticing the chill in the atmosphere. “Rose, my dear, I hate to interrupt your conversation, but we really need to think about getting home; as usual the morning is slipping by at a great rate.” He turned to Hilda, “Miss Annersley, I’m aware it’s rather short notice, but we’d be delighted if you could join us for drinks and a light supper tomorrow evening – say about eight o’clock.” Hilda shook her head,
“I am sorry, Mr Wentworth, but Nell and I already have a previous engagement for tomorrow.” She caught sight of Rose Wentworth’s relieved expression and a wicked little imp of mischief took possession of her. “However,” she continued blandly, “we would be most happy to accept on another occasion.” At this, Mr Wentworth beamed.
“In that case, what about Friday, if it would suit?” he asked. Hilda considered for a moment, then smiled.
“Yes, that would be convenient; thank you, Mr Wentworth, we accept for Friday.”
“Excellent! We’ll look forward to seeing you both at eight o’clock on Friday evening then, won’t we Rose? Good bye and a happy Christmas to you, Miss Annersley.” And he strode off, accompanied by a tight-lipped Miss Wentworth, and leaving behind an amused and triumphant Hilda.

#147: Author: Elder in Ontario, Location: Ontario, Canada

Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 3:30 am
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Oh dear, I can quite see who the problem is - Rose Wentworth!!! Clearly her attitude says that a Catholic like Nell should not be permitted to cross the threshold of the Anglican Church at any price - but of course the 'snob' value of Hilda being a bishop's daugher somewhat negates that!!

Must say Rose puts me somewhat in mind of the Vicar's wife in 'Jo to the Rescue', generally known as 'The Sodger'!

And yet, for all the prejudice underlying this instalment, there's lots of humour, too, Cath - and I loved the way the Vicar found a convenient 'escape route' from his sister for Nell, saying Charlie Gorton was looking for her!

Will be very interesting to see what happens when they both visit the Vicarage on Friday!!

Thanks, Cath.

#148: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 4:56 am
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Actually find myself almost feeling sorry for poor Rose - I mean all her previous attempts at feeling superior to Nell - which I'm sure have come to naught - will now fade into insignificance. And Hilda was very wicked - and very human! Of course with her surname I suppose it was inevitable that someone would have mentioned her father.

Thanks Cath.

#149: Author: MaryR, Location: Cheshire

Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 9:31 am
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Hilda was extremely naughty there - a real little imp of wickedness got hold of her. Laughing

But then she would do anything to relieve Nell, wouldn't she? And of course to prick pomposity and dislike.

*I'm sure you'll soon come to appreciate her*

Said with so much meaningful irony. Shocked

I bet she's longing to lock heads with this woman, in her own calm and probing way.

A wonderful little interlude, Cath, revealing so much about character and motive. Thank you.

#150: Author: Josie, Location: London

Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 12:14 pm
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Thanks Cath. Very Happy

#151: Author: Tara, Location: Malvern, Worcestershire

Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 11:06 pm
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Hilda deflected the Reverend's attention from Nell very cleverly there, but I'm not sure Nell will be overjoyed at having to spend an evening with that pair! I hope Hilda doesn't live to regret it. Not that she'll have much difficulty keeping them in line ...

#152: Author: Kathy_S, Location: midwestern US

Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 2:18 am
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Interesting dynamics there. Twisted Evil

Thank you, Cath!

#153: Author: Cath V-P, Location: Newcastle NSW

Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 7:16 am
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Thank you, yes Nell's not too thrilled about this! Very Happy

“You’ve done what?!” Nell had been strolling along the main road in the village, exchanging greetings with almost everyone that she passed, when Hilda caught up with her. Aware that Nell was not going to be overjoyed when she found out how they would be spending Friday evening, Hilda had wisely withheld the information until they were out of earshot of everybody – and judging by Nell’s reaction, she had been wise to do so. Her exclamation of shock was so pronounced that Hilda had to stifle a giggle. She glanced at Nell, who had come to a sudden halt in the middle of the road and was staring speechlessly at her in nothing less than absolute horror. Carefully, Hilda repeated what she had just said.
“Accepted an invitation for drinks and a light supper at the vicarage on Friday evening – for both of us.”
“Both?” Hilda smiled, and gave Nell a gentle push to start her walking again.
“Yes, Nell, both.” Nell shook her head vigorously.
“Oh no! You can go if you like, but I have no intention of wasting any of my time in the company of that smug, supercilious, dog-in-the-manger-with-no-manners female whose sole and constant claim to glory is that she’s the sister of the vicar, and looks down on the rest of the world accordingly!” Hilda’s mouth twitched,
“You don’t like her, do you?” Nell drew a deep breath,
“That, Hilda, is an understatement; I’d rather drown myself than spend two hours in her company which is what you’ve condemned me to – I can’t believe you’ve done this to me! What on earth were you thinking? On Christmas Day too!” Hilda considered Nell’s rebellious face, then she said quietly,
“Actually, I rather think I’m sorry for her.” Nell opened her mouth, then closed it again, momentarily confused, and Hilda seized the advantage of the moment to explain a little. “She must have the most dreadfully narrow life, if she sets such store by her brother’s position.” Nell thought about this, then countered,
“But she doesn’t have to be so unpleasant about it, does she?”
“I suppose she feels threatened, especially here where the Church of England isn’t quite the socially prominent institution that she’s used to. It’s a smallish congregation, the local landowners are Catholic as are the holders of the largest farm, there isn’t a church school up here as it’s in the next parish, so I don’t suppose she has much to do with that -”
“Dr Goddard and his wife are Catholic, too,” interjected Nell, suddenly thoughtful. Hilda nodded,
“You see what I mean don’t you? And then there’s you, Nell.”
“Me?” Hilda giggled again at Nell’s complete astonishment, but grew rapidly serious again.
“Yes, you, Helena Wilson.”
“But that’s ridiculous -” Hilda interrupted her,
“It’s not, if you think about it. You’re about the same age, you’re well-educated, you’re independent with your own home and a job that you love, you have friends - ” She hesitated and then continued, “ And there are people here who’ve known you for a long time, and who care about you. You have a lot of things that she doesn’t; I know she’s got a brother, but even on five minutes observation, I can tell you that he doesn’t really know much about her.” There was a sad note in her voice, and Nell realised that Hilda was not thinking only of Rose Wentworth. She drew Hilda’s arm through her own and gave it a comforting squeeze.
“I’m sorry I was so angry,” she said quietly. Hilda smiled at her affectionately and, prompted by this, Nell gave in. “I suppose you’re right,” she said reflectively. “I am very lucky - and yes, we’ll go on Friday and I’ll be polite, and accept her being rude to me if I have to.” To her surprise, Hilda shook her head,
“Oh no,” she said firmly. “You don’t have to accept that - and I would hope that she’ll be at least polite on the surface. She should be,” she added feelingly, “It’s a lesson you have to learn as a clergyman’s relative!” Nell chuckled,
“I hadn’t really thought about it, but I suppose that’s so. I imagine it’s excellent training for a headmistress – after all, you have to put up with some very strange people!”
“Exactly – and that’s just the staff!”

#154: Author: Nell, Location: London, England

Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 8:41 am
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A wonderfully Nellian reaction! Thank you Cath!

#155: Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire

Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 10:12 am
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Thanks, Cath, that was wonderful, especially the last line.

#156: Author: Elder in Ontario, Location: Ontario, Canada

Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 12:29 pm
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A lovely glimpse into the social mores of village life and the limitations of the so-called 'class' system which still prevailed there at that time. I can quite see why Rose would feel 'cribbed and confined' - and trust Hilda's insight to spot that so quickly, and be able to explain it to Nell. Loved that last comment of Nell's, too!

Thanks Cath - will be looking forward to reading about that evening when we get there.

#157: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 5:10 pm
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Wonderful insight there on Hilda's part - and just what was needed to bring Nell round. Also like though that Hilda was so definite that rudeness would not be tolerated - look forward to Rose trying - I don't think Hilda will allow it - and, from Rose's narrow viewpoint, Hilda will be a far, far worse person from whom to be reprimanded than Nell.

Thanks Cath.

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#158: Author: Josie, Location: London

Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 9:53 pm
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*g* at the last line!

Thanks Cath.

#159: Author: Tara, Location: Malvern, Worcestershire

Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 10:36 pm
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I loved Nell's vehemence and drama ('I'd rather drown myself'!), and the way it was contained and changed by Hilda's insight and compassion.

Like Lesley, I'm glad that Hilda's sympathy for Rose doesn't mean she's going to stand any nonsense from her, and she certainly won't let her be rude to Nell, I'm sure.

As a minister's daughter myself, I would heartily agree - it's very good training for coping with the awkward with consummate tact and charm. And how very true that you need it as much for the staff you're managing as for anyone!!!

Thanks, Cath, a lovely post.

#160: Author: Kathy_S, Location: midwestern US

Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 11:20 pm
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Nice insight on Hilda's part! Impressive that she can at least half convince a rebellious Nell. Very Happy

Thanks, Cath.

#161: Author: Cath V-P, Location: Newcastle NSW

Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 12:21 pm
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Thank you for all the comments. At the moment, I'd rather envisaged this concluding on Boxing Day. . . but there might be a short piece about that social occasion Very Happy

By now they were almost home, and the thoughts of both women were turning longingly to the warmth of the fire and a hot cup of coffee.
“I enjoyed that service,” remarked Hilda as they hung up their coats, “but I’m glad to be back. What is it about the Church of England and that special variety of bone-chilling cold that lurks in so many churches?”
“Why do you think we have so many candles?’ replied Nell, grinning. “You can carry martyrdom by cold and damp too far, you know!” Hilda giggled, then sniffed the air appreciatively.
“What is that wonderful smell?” Nell smirked.
“The chicken,” she replied. “I got it ready first thing this morning and popped it into the oven just before we left. I must go and check on it. Coming?”
“Definitely,” said Hilda sniffing the air once more.
“Good – you can make the coffee!”

After Nell had verified the wellbeing of the chicken, and Hilda made their coffee, they left the kitchen for the living room, taking their elevenses with them.
“There isn’t really anything to be done in the kitchen for at least the next half hour,” remarked Nell as she knelt in front of the fire to coax it into a more cheerful blaze.
“What about the vegetables?” asked Hilda. Nell wrinkled her nose thoughtfully,
“Well, I’ll peel the potatoes, because I’m being nice to you, if you will be responsible for the carrots, beans and brussel sprouts – what’s the matter?” she finished as Hilda wrinkled her nose in distaste.
“Sprouts,” she muttered disconsolately.
“Stop behaving like a Junior,” Nell admonished her. “They’re not going to be boiled to extinction in the time-honoured British fashion – you know I don’t do that! Actually, it’s a recipe that Karen gave me; they’re steamed lightly and topped with breadcrumbs, bacon and dried herbs.”
“That doesn’t sound too bad,” said Hilda cautiously
“They’re not, believe me, and if you could make the bread sauce for the chicken, that would be a huge help.” Hilda nodded,
“I’m quite good at that,” she said happily. She glanced at Nell, still wrestling with the fire. “You seem to have acquired a number of Karen’s recipes,” she said curiously. “I thought she guarded them with her life!” Nell chuckled and sat back on her heels, still clutching the poker.
“Remember there was one autumn term when I was back at St Clare’s for at least a week before everyone else arrived? I had to keep an eye on the final stages of the new wing, plus there was a lot of organization so I came back early. Anyway, Karen and two of the maids were there as well – and because it was one of the quieter parts of the building I spent a lot of time working in the kitchen, and we talked. I’ve always been interested in cooking, and she showed me a few things – let me try them out too, which was nice. And we stayed friendly….” Her voice trailed away as she remembered Karen’s steady cheerfulness and good sense. Knowing what she was thinking, Hilda leaned forward and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. She did not say anything but the warming pressure of her hand was enough, for after a moment, Nell turned away from the past that was coming so close today. Getting up, she placed the poker in its holder, then went to the dresser and retrieved the as yet unopened Christmas mail.
“I think we could look at these now,” she said, sorting rapidly through the envelopes and giving Hilda her share.

The mail proved to be largely as they had expected, with cards and letters from friends predominating. Some of Hilda’s mail had been forwarded from the school, and of the staff, only Gwynneth and Herr Anserl were aware that she was here with Nell. Consequently, they each received cards from Jeanne, Simone, Con and Grizel. Nell pondered for a long time over her card from Con Stewart, a reproduction of Raphael’s Madonna and Child and signed, “With best wishes, Con and Jock.” She looked up, and found Hilda regarding her over the top of an identical card, a slight anxiety clouding her eyes. She smiled reassuringly at Hilda, and found in that moment that the loss of her close friendship with Con was firmly in the past and no longer really hurt.
“It’s a beautiful picture, isn’t it,” she said to Hilda. “And we’re fortunate enough to have two of them.” At her words, Hilda’s eyes lost their worried expression, and she smiled with relief.
“It is beautiful,” she agreed. Then she held up an envelope with a Welsh postmark, addressed to her, but in a hand that Nell recognised. “From Gwynneth,” she said, unnecessarily, “addressed to me, but the card is to both of us. Oh, and there’s a letter as well – also to both of us.” Nell chuckled,
“Wait a minute,” she said, sorting hurriedly through the remaining envelopes, and looking carefully at one. “Unless I’m wildly mistaken, this is from Vater Bär.” She opened it and extracted the contents. “It is - and to both of us as well.” She grinned at Hilda, “Do you want to go first, or shall I?”

#162: Author: MaryR, Location: Cheshire

Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 12:26 pm
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Only Hilda would have been able to cajole Nell out of that mulishness. Laughing

But how lovingly she does it, with consummate tact and insight into others as well as into Nell - and with a touching reference to her own brother's lack of understanding.

But her upbringing has made her tough - she won't tolerate rudeness, especially not to Nell. It has also trained her to cope with some *very strange people*. Lovely line, Cath! Laughing

Thank you so much for that lovely little window on the dynamics of their burgeoning relationship.

Extra: I clearly posted that as you posted your next bit, Cath, and didn't realise you had beaten me to it!! Call me slow! Shocked

This episode was lovely - Nell, interested in cooking! Laughing

Con, you really should vary your cards when you send them to people who know each other so well! But at least it showed Nell that she was no longer so sad about er, that other friendships had crept in and eased the hurt.

Looking forward to hearing what the two letters say. And to that social occasion, of course!! Laughing

Thanks, Cath.

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#163: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 2:55 pm
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Lovely Cath - so pleased Nell is able to view Con's distancing herself with equanimity now.

Thanks.

#164: Author: Elder in Ontario, Location: Ontario, Canada

Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 9:32 pm
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This is really turning into a lovely Christmas, isn't it? I loved Nell's reason for why Catholic churces burn so many candles!!! So typical.

Lovely domestic touches with the division of labour over preparing lunch - especially the sprouts!! But Karen's recipe sounds yummy!

It's good to see, too, that Nell has indeed been able to overcome her bewilderment and regret over her friendship with Con.

Am hazarding a guess about the contents of that letter from Vater Bar - but will contain my soul in patience, knowing that all will, indeed, be revealed!!

And yes, we'd love to see that gathering at the Vicar's please!!

Thanks Cath

#165: Author: Tara, Location: Malvern, Worcestershire

Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 10:51 pm
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Cath wrote:

I'd rather envisaged this concluding on Boxing Day.

Nooooo!

Can't do without it for a good while yet!

I loved Nell's rejection of 'martyrdom by cold and damp', and the domestic details are so cosy and comfortable. Did enjoy Hilda's hatred of sprouts. My husband does them very similarly to Karen, and it transforms them!

The memories of friends left behind stirred up by the thoughts of Karen are soothed so gently by Hilda, and I'm so glad she's there, because I'm so annoyed with Con. Imagine sending Nell her - no, their - 'best wishes'! And an identical card to Hilda's! How dare she! At least Nell doesn't care any more, but what a shame and a waste..

And what is in the letters? No, surely not???????????? Shocked

#166: Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire

Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 1:14 pm
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Thanks, Cath, it was good to see Nell having a good Christmas.

#167: Author: francesn, Location: away with the faeries

Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 2:13 am
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Thank you, Cath - I do love this drabble. You've caught Hilda and Nell perfectly, with touches of dry humour that just lift the mood Smile

#168: Author: janem, Location: Ash, Surrey

Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 6:06 am
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Thank you. I have been busy reading many drabbles since I joined and this is defiantely one of my favourites

It's so peaceful

#169: Author: Cath V-P, Location: Newcastle NSW

Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 4:45 am
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Thank you for your comments - Tara, the speed I'm going, we'll probably all still be here NEXT Christmas!! Yes, Con's a bit inept isn't she? And maybe I'll get some words given me to convey that evening at the vicar's!

Next part - it's school holidays at the moment, so things are a bit hectic.... Very Happy

“Oh let me,” replied Hilda, glancing rapidly down the page. “This isn’t very long.” She grinned as she noticed one or two sentences near the bottom, then began to read.

“Dear Hilda and Nell, Well, first let me wish you both a very merry Christmas, a happy New Year and a relaxing holiday.”
“That covers all the bases,” muttered Nell. “All my family, such as it is these days, are well, and send you their best wishes. The weather here could be better - we’ve freezing fog forecast for the actual day, so I hope you two are luckier.”
“Ah, the weather,” commented Nell joyously. “What else would the British talk about?” Hilda glared at her over the top of the paper and Nell subsided, grinning. “Well I suppose you really want to hear about how Herr Anserl’s getting along - and the short answer is that he’s having a splendid time. Lilian was very welcoming, and he’s already given Joan (my niece) three piano lessons. She’s quite good at music, I believe. And after a few hours of extreme politeness, Eric mentioned mountaineering in Snowdon, and that was that! I don’t think the pair of then stopped talking for the rest of the evening, and they seem to be getting along famously. In fact, I heard Eric saying something about going to the rugby on Boxing Day, so I don’t think there’s anything to worry about there!” Nell sniggered delightedly.
“Rugby!” she murmured, “That I should live to see the day!”
“I’m sure he’ll enjoy himself very much,” Hilda said reprovingly. Nell raised an expressive eyebrow, and Hilda could not restrain a giggle.
“That’s better!” said Nell cheerfully. “What else does she say?” Hilda looked back at the letter.
“There’s not much more. She’s going to let him tell us about the concerts, but he seems to have enjoyed them and, I quote, “has been asked to accompany the choir with which Eric sings!!! Can acceptance go further?” Nell smiled, then grew serious,
“I wouldn’t have expected any different, you know. As soon as you see him, you just know that you can trust him.” Her eyes were suddenly brooding and dark, “I don’t think I would have got back, you know, Hilda, if he hadn’t been on that train. I was in a pretty bad state - not quite sure what was happening to be honest, but every time it got out of control, he somehow managed to make me realise that I was safe, just by being there. I owe him so much, really.” Hilda put out her hand and gave Nell’s shoulder a comforting squeeze; at her touch, the shadows left Nell’s eyes and she smiled at Hilda. “Was that it?” she asked, picking up her own letter. Hilda nodded, and finished her coffee, as Nell peered at the old-fashioned writing on the paper. She frowned,
“This isn’t easy, I don’t seem to recognise anything - oh hang on, he’s written in German of course!” At this, Hilda choked slightly and Nell turned pink.

#170: Author: Elder in Ontario, Location: Ontario, Canada

Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 12:49 pm
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Clearly Vater Bar is enjoying his stay with Matey's sister and family. It's good to hear how readily he has found a niche there and all the shared activities he can take part in. THe mind boggles at the thought of him going to a Rugby game, though!!

And it's not unexpected that this would all remind Nell of what he had done for her, either - it's still too soon for her memories of that time to have faded completely.

Loved her not realising that his part of the letter was written in German at first, though!! Looking forward to hearing his account of his doings - or will his part contain some more startling news?!

Thanks, Cath.

#171: Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire

Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 1:01 pm
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Thanks, it's good that Vater Bar is having a good time, and that Nell still remembers the way he supported her, though I'm sad that the letter has brought back so many bad memories for Nell.

#172: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 8:05 pm
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Laughing

Love Nell forgetting she was reading German! Laughing

Probably a good thing that letter wasn't stopped in the post. Shocked

Thanks Cath.

#173: Author: calico, Location: Wellington, New Zealand

Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 5:03 am
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Thanks Cath
Lovely!!!

#174: Author: Cath V-P, Location: Newcastle NSW

Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 9:23 am
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Thank you for your comments. I'm sure he'll love the rugby!This next part is a little longer.

“Well, it’s a while since I had to read it,” she replied defensively. “And this script was never straightforward at the best of times!” Hilda giggled,
“Well, now you know how I feel, having to decipher your scrawl!” Nell stuck out her tongue in response, then before Hilda could retaliate, quickly began to read.
“My dear Fraulein Hilda and Fraulein Nell, I wish you all the joys of this holy season. May it bring blessings to you both.”
“I have been most warmly welcomed by the people here; I think that at first they were somewhat suspicious of me – or at least the Herr Harper was. However since we have talked, we have discovered that we have some interests that we share and we have found much to discuss. It seems that he is a mountaineer here, but the weather is rather too bad to permit of us climbing the mountain that he had wished. He has asked me to accompany him to a game of rugby; I know nothing of this, but I am aware that it is an honour, and so have accepted.”
“So far, I have been able to attend three concerts, and I find that all that I have heard of the music of this country is true. It is most impressive and there seem to be many most well-trained choirs; I have been able to speak with the director of one and have been asked to join with them in a rehearsal and possibly a performance on the 27th December. I am greatly anticipating this; good music that comes from the heart is not so plentiful that it should be overlooked and anything that makes these difficult times easier is to be encouraged. Somehow, I think it will be long before the darkness lightens.” Nell stopped speaking and both she and Hilda stared at one another in silence, before Nell cleared her throat and continued.
“But this is a good place to spend this season. This is a friendly family; the children are cheerful and obedient to their parents, and are as kind to one another as brothers and sisters can be. That is encouraging and I do not think it will change. So, I anticipate that this will be as hopeful a Christmas as can be, and I say again that I wish you all the joys and blessings of this festival and the New Year.” She looked up at Hilda,
“Well, it certainly sounds as if he’s having a good time – oh hang, on there’s a PS. ‘I trust that you will find the gift suitable.’”
“He’s sent us a present? How kind of him!” said Hilda. “But - ”
“Lunch first, then presents,” Nell reminded her, grinning.
“Bossyboots,” muttered Hilda. Nell merely raised an eyebrow,
“Aren’t you always telling me that patience is a virtue?” she enquired blandly. Hilda glared at her,
“Given the amount of it that I use in dealing with you, I should be approaching perfection!” she said tartly.
Nell giggled provokingly, and picked up the rest of her cards.
“Shall we add these to the others?” she suggested, getting up and going to the dresser on which a significant number of cards were already arranged.
“Is there room?” queried Hilda doubtfully.
“Oh there should be - and there’s always the bookshelf as well.” Swiftly, she added the newly-opened cards to the rest, then stood back. Hilda joined her.
“That’s a nice one,” she said of a card that showed the exterior of the light filled stable surrounded by angels and with the star hanging very low.
“That’s from Jo and Jack. I agree, it is nice – and Jo sent me this as well.” She reached behind the card and produced a postcard-sized photograph of a small baby lying on a cushion and gazing into space. Hilda took it and stared at it for a long moment, then she turned it over; on the back was written “To Auntie Nell, with love from Len,” in Jo’s distinctive hand.
“That was thoughtful of Jo,” she said quietly.
“I know,” replied Nell. She looked at Hilda, “I wish Jo could have asked you to be a godmother - you’d do it much better than me.”
“Don’t be silly, Nell – you’ll do it beautifully.”
“They’re terrifying promises, really,” said Nell thoughtfully. “Sometimes I wonder just how many people undertake them lightly.”
“You didn’t,” said Hilda with complete certainty. “And besides, I think Jo realises that if it hadn’t been for you, there might have been no triplets.” At her words, Nell blushed, and her thoughts went back to the November day when she had first met the Maynard babies . . .

“Come in Nell!” called Jo in response to her knock. “There are three new people here for you to meet.” Nell went cautiously into the pretty bedroom where she found Jo sitting up in an armchair, the three babies sleeping in a large wooden cradle beside her. Jo looked very well, although she was paler than Nell remembered, and looked indefinably older.
“Jo, dear, how are you?” she said, bending down and hugging Jo, who returned the embrace affectionately.
“Oh, Nell, it’s lovely to see you again. Come and sit down and get warm – it’s definitely cold today, so I’m told.”
“You’re right, Jo, but it’s going to be a while before you find that out for yourself, isn’t it?” Jo grimaced,
“Yes, I know. Apparently I’m going along nicely and the girls are progressing very well, but they are small, and I do have to be careful.” Nell smiled,
“ And that’s something I never thought I’d hear you say!”
“Don’t be cheeky, Helena Wilson, or I won’t introduce you to my daughters!” But even as she threatened this, Jo turned her attention to the cradle, and its occupants.
“Come round here Nell; I don’t want to lift them all out, but I do want you to see them.” Nell did as Joey had asked, then dropped down on her knees beside the cradle, peering at the babies, their small faces wearing identical expressions of intense concentration as they slept, their starfish hands crumpled on the pillows.
“Oh, they’re beautiful, Jo!” she breathed. “Do they have names as yet?” Jo nodded,
“Indeed they do. This,” and here she gestured to the tiniest of the three little sleepers, “ is Margaret, to be known as Margot – she’s the youngest and smallest. Next to her is the middle one, Constance, to be known as Connie or Con, and this is my eldest daughter.” She paused here, and lifted the baby out of the cradle. Nell looked at her in some surprise.
“Doesn’t she have a name yet, Jo?” Unusually shy for once, Jo looked down at the baby, then at Nell.
“Yes, yes she does. Nell, Jack and I would like to call her Helena – after you, and we would be honoured if you would agree to be her godmother.” Nell gasped in complete surprise; whatever else she had expected of the visit, it was not this!
“Jo – I would be delighted, but are you sure?” she said confusedly. Smiling, Jo took Nell’s hand,
“Nell, I’ve never really talked about this, because I wasn’t sure whether you were ready to hear it, but I do know that I owe everything in my life today to you. If you hadn’t stayed behind on that last stage of our escape from Austria, then we would all have been caught; Gottfried and Jack would certainly have been shot, and, well, I daren’t think what might have happened to the rest of us. And you saved us from that, because you had the courage and love to make a decision that could have cost you everything, even your life.” Blushing, and biting her lip, Nell shook her head, as Jo continued, “I don’t know just what happened to you in Austria, Nell, but I do know that it must have been terrible.” Nell’s eyes darkened, and she bit her lip, and Jo made haste to change the subject, recognising that Nell could not cope with any more references to the past at the moment. “Here you are, Auntie Nell,” she said encouragingly, and a slightly nervous Nell found herself holding her new goddaughter.
“Hello, little one,” she whispered, kissing the top of the baby’s head, and feeling somehow oddly undone by the feeling of loving tenderness that swept over her. Carefully cradling the baby in one arm, she leaned over and laid her hand on Joey’s.
“Jo, there aren’t the words to tell you how I feel about this, but I can promise you that I will do everything in my power to ensure that I keep the vows that I will make for this little one.”
“I know Nell.” The black eyes stared at her with the utmost seriousness. “I know that I can trust you to carry out your promises.”….

#175: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 10:20 am
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Awwww, that was so lovely - how wonderful of Joey to say that to Nell - just what she needed to hear.

Thanks Cath.

#176: Author: Elder in Ontario, Location: Ontario, Canada

Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 11:27 am
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It's lovely to see how much Vater Bar is enjoying himself - though I do wonder just what he will make of a game of rugby!! But the musical experiences and the welcome he has received will more than make up for that.

Joey's quiet declaration of all she owes Nell so clearly comes from the heart. Quite apart from the honour of being asked to be Len's godmother, this is something for Nell to treasure, and a beautiful memory to counterbalance her memories of that terrible time in Austria.

Looking forward to Christmas Dinner and the present opening to follow.

Thanks Cath.

#177: Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire

Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 12:52 pm
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Thanks, Cath, that was a lovely episode.

#178: Author: MaryR, Location: Cheshire

Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 3:36 pm
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That was such a moving episode, Cath, even if it did start off humorously. Vater Bar's letter conveys presience of what is about to happen - and as he says, music eases the pain:

Cath wrote:

good music that comes from the heart is not so plentiful that it should be overlooked and anything that makes these difficult times easier is to be encouraged. Somehow, I think it will be long before the darkness lightens.

And the flashback to the birth of the triplets reminds us just how brave Nell was:

Cath wrote:

You had the courage and love to make a decision that could have cost you everything, even your life.”

No wonder Joey wants such a person as Len's godmother. A person who keeps her promises.

This is turning into such a beautiful Christmas Day. Thank you.

#179: Author: Josie, Location: London

Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 11:50 am
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Thanks Cath. Lovely Joey, *g at the idea of Vater Bar at the rugby and am soooo with Hilda over the sprouts!

Fab as ever.

#180: Author: Kathy_S, Location: midwestern US

Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 4:38 pm
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Just caught up on several lovely posts. Thank you, Cath. Very Happy

And as for the sprouts -- seasoning is fine, but if she means to serve them half cooked and crunchy -- ick!

#181: Author: francesn, Location: away with the faeries

Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 12:25 am
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Awww that was lovely.

Thank you, Cath

#182: Author: Cath V-P, Location: Newcastle NSW

Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 11:19 am
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Thank you everyone. Just a little bit more....

The voices in her mind faded, and she was back in the beloved familiarity of her home, with the added extra delight that Hilda’s presence brought. Carefully, she reached forward and propped the baby’s photograph against one of the plates on the dresser. Then she looked at the clock.
“Well, judging by the time and the olfactory evidence, that chicken should be just about cooked. I hope you still intend to make that bread sauce?” Hilda smiled cheerfully,
“Of course – and if you’re going to be responsible for the rest of it, shall I do the table?” Nell frowned a little at this.
“I wish we didn’t have to eat in the kitchen – but at the moment, we don’t really have a choice, do we?”
“Don’t worry Nell; your kitchen is a very pleasant place to have our meals.”
“Maybe, but – oh, you’re right, I’ll have to think about that other room a bit more seriously, and stop putting it off!”
“After Christmas,” replied Hilda firmly. “And in the meantime, we have lunch to attend to,” and she moved toward the kitchen where the chicken was doing its best to reassure them that it had not given its life in vain.

Hilda finished preparing the bread sauce and pushed the saucepan to the back of the stove where the contents would remain hot. She turned to ask Nell what was needed next, then stopped; Nell was clearly at that point of preparation where everything was under control but concentration was essential. That being the case, she would attend to the table – and she knew exactly what she required. Quickly, she left the kitchen and went upstairs to the linen cupboard which was tucked in an alcove near the bathroom. Opening the door, she inhaled the familiar scent of lavender and rosemary, that had been scattered throughout the linen and which grew stronger as she sorted through the tablecloths and napkins stacked on the third shelf. Finding what she wanted, she returned to the kitchen, pausing to collect several items from the living room and set to work to arrange the table. Nell was too busy to notice what she was doing, so Hilda was able to work without interruption for the next ten minutes. Finally, Nell turned her attention away from the contents of the various saucepans and dishes, and as she took in the sight of the table, her eyes widened. Hilda had helped herself to what appeared to be a plain white tablecloth, but which proved on closer examination to have a pattern of leaves woven through its fine white fabric. She had ignored the white napkins that came with it and had substituted instead some of plain crimson linen that she had found, and which contrasted beautifully with the silver napkin rings. Recognising that anything too ornate as a centrepiece would be wrong, she had picked up the glass bowl that stood on one of the dresser shelves, heaped it with the polished red apples from the larder, added two or three of the plain silver and gold ornaments from the Christmas tree, and finally draped one of the ivy garlands from the arrangement of Advent candles around the whole. This, together with some of Mr and Mrs Wilson’s wedding silver, and two delicate crystal glasses completed the setting.
“Hilda, that’s lovely,” Nell said delightedly, and Hilda blushed a little.
“It’s very simple,” she said in slight confusion. “And I did rather help myself to things,” she added.
“And it’s perfect,” replied Nell. Hilda’s colour deepened and she busied herself in arranging the vegetables in their various serving dishes, while Nell carved the chicken.
“That’s clever of you,” Hilda remarked as she set the dishes of sprouts and bread sauce on the table and Nell put the last pieces of chicken on the serving plate.
“Well, dissection is dissection, you know,” replied Nell, a twinkle in her eye. Hilda shuddered,
“That wasn’t the response I expected, you wretch!” Nell giggled,
“Oh, I’m aware of that my dear – now, are you ready for your Christmas lunch or do you want to delay it further?”

#183: Author: Nell, Location: London, England

Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 11:39 am
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Lovely, thank you Cath!

#184: Author: Josie, Location: London

Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 12:04 pm
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*g* at the dissection line. The table setting sounds lovely

thanks Cath

#185: Author: Elder in Ontario, Location: Ontario, Canada

Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 12:07 pm
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Another lovely picture of domesticity here - I just loved the concept that the chicken should 'not have given its life in vain' and Nell's comment about 'dissection.' Also loved the way Hilda so clearly enjoyed herself rifling Nell's possessions to create a table which was clearly a 'thing of beauty', even though it was 'only' in the kitchen. I could see it so clearly in my mind, thanks to the detailed and loving description. I'm sure they will enjoy their meal.

Also liked Nell's hint that she really needed to sort out the contents of the dining room so that it could serve its intended purpose for other holiday meals in the not too distant future; I'm really looking forward to seeing just what is stored in there.

Thanks, Cath

#186: Author: MaryR, Location: Cheshire

Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 3:42 pm
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Hilda's love of beauty and simplicity coming into play here as she secretly weaves a magic Christmas spell just for Nell. Like Elder, I could see every shiny apple and glistening bauble as she carefully places them.

And how refreshing to see this stately Headmistress blushing fierily at Nell's compliments! Laughing

Such a lovely episode, Cath. Thank you.

#187: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 6:56 pm
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Wonderful episode, Cath, they complement each other so well.

#188: Author: calico, Location: Wellington, New Zealand

Posted: Sun Jul 09, 2006 3:35 am
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Lovely!
Thanks Cath

#189: Author: Squirrel, Location: St-Andrews or Dunfermline

Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 7:06 am
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Oh Cath - that was wonderful - I love the way you handle all the conflicting emotion in these pieces of writing. I particularly like the inserted scene with Jo and Len - that must have been so difficult to write. So Thank you for this story, and for reminding us of the fact that while they are having a lovely time safe in the cottage, both Hilda and Nell have had to come through so much to get to this stage - and there will be many challenges for them to face during the course of the war.

#190: Author: Cath V-P, Location: Newcastle NSW

Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 1:02 pm
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Thank you for your comments. I enjoyed writing that section...

And some more.

Christmas lunch proved to be everything that it should; the chicken and its savoury stuffing were cooked to perfection, as were the small sausages that accompanied it, Hilda’s bread sauce turned out well, the gravy was smooth, and the various vegetables were neither overcooked nor too crisp. Even the despised sprouts were a pleasant surprise, as Hilda found when she tasted them cautiously.
“These are quite pleasant!” she commented in some surprise. Nell smirked,
“I knew they would be – it’s a vast improvement on the death by drowning method favoured by most people, isn’t it?”
“Quite – keep on doing this sort of thing and I might be persuaded to eat cabbage as well.”
“You ate it in Austria!”
“True, but I didn’t recognise it as cabbage until after I’d sampled it.” Nell giggled,
“It was cleverly disguised then?”
“Unrecognisable - which probably isn’t a bad thing where cabbage is concerned.” Nell giggled again, and poured them both a little more wine.
“I have to admit, I was a bit doubtful about this,” she said reflectively as she put the bottle back on the dresser, and sat down again. Hilda looked up.
“About the wine? Lunch? Life in general?” she enquired. Nell wrinkled her nose in response,
“Idiot, I was talking about the wine!”
“Why?”
“Oh it was some of Father’s: I haven’t really bothered about it and it’s been leading a very quiet life for years.”
“I thought that was good for wine.”
“Well, you can carry it too far, you know, and then it starts to deteriorate.”
“This doesn’t seem to have suffered,” replied Hilda taking an appreciative sip.
“No, not yet – and there are another three or four bottles of this, which I think need to be consumed reasonably soon.”
“You’ll need to work hard then!”
“Don’t you want to help?”
“I’m a respectable Headmistress, and don’t you forget it, my dear!”
“Only in termtime – and I won’t tell anyone if you won’t! More potatoes?” And a momentarily nonplussed Hilda took the proffered dish in silence.

They lingered a long time over their Christmas pudding – a gift from the Gortons and concocted by Sarah to her grandmother’s recipe.
“She makes about a dozen each year, and hands them out to friends and relations,” Nell remarked. “It’s a marvellous recipe – the fruit sits around in brandy for about a week, and she uses a lot of eggs and brown sugar – but other than that it’s a closely-guarded secret!”
“Well, it’s certainly worth-while,” agreed Hilda. “No, I won’t have any more thank you, I don’t think I could eat anything else without regretting it! Besides, if I carry on eating the way I have during the last few days, I’m going to be huge.”
“It won’t hurt you to eat more,” said Nell, suddenly serious. “I know you and Gwynneth thought I was a bit thin at the start of last term, but you’ve lost some weight yourself.” Hilda sighed, and her eyes grew shadowed,
“It was a difficult term, Nell; you know that.” Nell reached out and clasped Hilda’s hand reassuringly.
“I do know,” she said quietly. “And I also know that you’re concerned about what might happen – as am I - but try to let it go and rest a little. It won’t help anyone if you go back to school tired out.” Hilda met Nell’s steady grey gaze, then smiled ruefully.
“You’re right of course,” she said.
“Of course I am,” replied Nell, her expression relaxing. She picked up their dessert plates and carried them to the sink, where she stacked them neatly on the draining board with the other things. “It’s your turn, by the way.”
“For what?” enquired Hilda cautiously.
“The dishes,” replied Nell. Hilda glared at her. “Of course, if you don’t want to, we needn’t open the presents either,” she continued serenely. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, as Hilda got up and began clearing the table.

#191: Author: Josie, Location: London

Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 3:03 pm
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Thanks Cath.

#192: Author: MaryR, Location: Cheshire

Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 3:27 pm
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*Grrr* Nell, that last line was so mean! But the conversation was amusing in the extreme, Cath, especially Hilda's comment about the cabbage being unrecognisable *no bad thing where cabbage is concerned*. I couldn't agree more! Laughing

The love and concern is still there, though, isn't it, under all the banter. But why is Hilda so underweight and why are her eyes shadowed? Crying or Very sad

It strikes me there is more than just the troubles of the term bothering her.

Thanks, Cath.

#193: Author: KathrynW, Location: London

Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 4:19 pm
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Thank you Cath, I've really enjoyed having a catch up on this today Very Happy

#194: Author: Elder in Ontario, Location: Ontario, Canada

Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 4:30 pm
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I'm so glad that dinner turned out so perfectly, and that Hilda enjoyed the sprouts - loved Nell's description of the more usual way of cooking those, too! Presumably the Austrian version of cabbage saw that much maligned vegetable cooked very lightly and probably sprinkled with caraway seed? And presumably, too, it was the 'white' cabbage, not the appalling 'spring greens' whose odour used to permeate our school corridors from mid-morning onwards when it was on that day's lunch menu! As for that Christmas pudding, (which sounds rather wonderful) between that and the wine they had both consumed, I'm surprised they could stagger away from the table, much less tackle the washing up.

Also enjoyed more of the loving banter between them, ever-increasing evidence of their deepening relationship, but like Mary, I sense a more serious undercurrent there.

Hope they have chance for their dinner to digest before they stagger over to the Gortons for tea.

Looking forward to more of this, Cath.

#195: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 4:42 pm
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Wasn't it the term that Therese Lapattre died? That might be the reason.

Thanks Cath, a lovely scene.

#196: Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire

Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 12:58 pm
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A lovely scene, I bet that chicken had more flavour than the average supermarket bird these days.

#197: Author: Cath V-P, Location: Newcastle NSW

Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 8:48 am
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Thank you for the comments. Undercurrents? Other concerns? Oh, surely not Wink

And I rather like spring greens - although not overcooked, I admit!

Nell waited until Hilda had started filling the sink with hot water, then reached over and removed the scrubbing cloth from her hand.
“I’ll wash, if you’ll dry,” she said cheerfully. “After all, you are my guest!”
“I don’t mind washing dishes,” replied Hilda.
“Oh, I know,” said Nell. “But if you happened to want to put anything under the Christmas tree – well, now would be a very good time. Then you can finish what I’ve started here while I attend to the one or two little items that are awaiting my attention.” There was a moment’s silence while Hilda considered this. Then a lovely smile lit up her face, she took her hands out of the hot water and dried them rapidly, and left the room with great rapidity. As Nell carefully dealt with the dinner and pudding plates, she heard Hilda’s footsteps on the stairs, and paused to listen to the sounds of swift activity from the living room. She laughed softly. “Oh, this is fun,” she murmured and tackled the dishes with renewed energy.
She had just refilled the sink with hot water and was about to start scrubbing the saucepans when Hilda came into the kitchen, an almost-visible air of suppressed excitement accompanying her.
“My turn,” she announced briskly, picking up her apron from the back of the chair.
“Are you sure?” asked Nell. “This is the greasiest part of the job!”
“Well, you’ve done all the rest – go on woman, be off with you!” Capitulating, Nell dried her hands, took off her apron and raced up to her bedroom where she hurriedly searched out the various packages that she had carefully hidden away during the last week. Once downstairs again, she arranged the parcels at the foot of the Christmas tree, determinedly resisting the temptation posed by the gifts that Hilda had already placed there, then picked up the matches and the taper that she had used for the candles the previous evening.

Five minutes later, Hilda emerged from the kitchen, carrying a tea tray, and was greeted by the sight of Nell, lighting the last of the Christmas candles which now cast their dancing little shadows round the room. Nell turned quickly; her hair was slightly ruffled and her grey eyes were bright with happy anticipation, and she reminded Hilda of nothing so much as a small child doing her best to restrain herself in the face of grown-up slowness.
“Oh good, tea!” she said, her gaze falling on the teapot that Hilda had muffled in the cosy that she had found in one of the kitchen drawers.
“I thought we might need it soon,” replied Hilda, putting the tray down on the small table, and perching herself on the arm of the sofa. She looked at Nell’s expectant face and felt a sudden surge of joy; just for this hour, her worries about the future had no place here. She breathed a small prayer of thankfulness for the happiness that she had found here, and smiled impishly at Nell.
“So who goes first?” she asked. Nell grinned, and dropped down on the rug in front of the fire.
“Well, there’s one here that’s to both of us,” she said. “I suggest we open that first, then take it from there.” She scrabbled about under the tree for a moment, then produced a cardboard box that she passed up to Hilda. Hilda took it and read the label.
“It’s from Vater Bär,” she said in some surprise. “I wonder what it is?”
“Well, the usual way of finding out is to open the thing,” said Nell briskly as Hilda turned the package over. “And if I might draw your attention to the word ‘fragile’ on the top, it might save the contents from disaster!” Hilda chuckled, turned the box the right way up, and untied the string. Together she and Nell lifted the lid to find themselves looking at a mass of crumpled newspaper; carefully, they pushed aside the top layer and found a smaller box, tied with more string in a knot that defeated both of them.
“He hasn’t made it easy, has he?” remarked Nell, reaching for the scissors. She cut the knot, and lifted the flaps of cardboard to reveal a circular something wrapped in tissue paper. “What has he given us?”
“I think I can guess,” said Hilda, carefully removing the object from the box and freeing it from its wrapping. “I was right,” she added.
“A rose bowl,” gasped Nell. “And it’s beautiful.”
“It’s crystal,” said Hilda, running a gentle finger over the contours of the pattern. “Feel how heavy it is.” She handed the bowl to Nell and for a second a rainbow sparkled on the wall beside them as the light from the candles was reflected in the delicately-cut pattern.
“He shouldn’t have,” began Nell.
“But he did,” said Hilda. She started to smooth out the tissue paper, then stopped as her fingers encountered a small envelope. “Nell, there’s a note- no, it’s a card.” She pulled it out of the envelope and started to read,
“My dear Fraulein Hilda and Fraulein Nell, I hope that you will accept this small token of an old man’s appreciation for your generous welcome to me on my return to the school. I trust that it will bring you both much pleasure both now and in the future. With all best wishes, Vater Bär.”
“How generous of him,” said Nell as Hilda put the card down. “And it’s such a lovely thing.” As she spoke, she got up and placed the rose bowl on the dresser, where it caught the light from the Advent candles that were burning there. “Now you choose something,” she said gesturing towards the tree.

#198: Author: MaryR, Location: Cheshire

Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 10:35 am
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Oh Cath, what a llovely joyous post, and that intense air if ecpectation on Nells' face - just like a child, indeed! Laughing

How glad I am that Nell has managed to disperse for the moment the clouds of unhappiness in Hilda - whatever they are - and give her tho joy she so richly deserves.

As for that rose bowl - how clever of Vater Bar, and how good that he now sees them as a single entity and sends them a joint present. Perspicacious man!

Lovely, Cath, thank you for bringing them ever closer.

#199: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 9:35 pm
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Lovely Cath - Vater Bar is very perceptive, isn't he?

Thank you.

#200: Author: Tara, Location: Malvern, Worcestershire

Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 11:34 pm