“She says it was nothing” he explained, “And I'm inclined to believe her, love.”
Olive nodded, it was probably nothing more than Barbara being her usual clumsy self.
Unbeknown to her parents, Barbara was having the time of her life exploring Ms. Butterworth's vast collection of books. There were fairy tales, historical dramas, classic literature and poetry, and the best part was that the schoolmistress didn't mind her pupil looking at anything that she wanted to, so long as she was careful to put it back in exactly the same place in which she found it. And it wasn't only books that the young girl was allowed to look at either. There were collections of dolls that fascinated Barbara and sometimes she was urged to take them down from their place on the shelf and examine their shiny hair an
