James Tedder sat down for dinner with the Cullen family, Blay and Roger Gavin. He looked sheepishly at Catherine Cullen, sitting opposite. She kicked him under the table and laughed aloud as he jumped and spilled peas on the floor. Commenting on how bright red his face became, Catherine scolded him and said he’d have to eat the peas anyway.
‘I know, Miss Catherine, thank you.’
‘Leave him alone, Catherine,’ Elizabeth Cullen chastised. He’ll be hungry and wanting to eat.’
‘Tedder,’ said Mr Cullen across the table, ‘the stores are quiet today, you’ll lock the door after dinner and help with the house construction this afternoon. We have some heavy timbers to lift.’
Blay walked to the cottage he was renting from the Cullens to have supper with his wife and boys. ‘Have you had an opportunit
