‘Mary has fallen in love, again, Mama,’ Margaret told Catherine one night over supper. ‘His name is Henry Lyon. He is Irish like Grandmama. He talks the same as her, too, but worse. I hope she is happy again. She did love James Moloney.’ Margaret picked up her fork and played with her supper.
‘What happened to James Moloney?’ asked her stepfather.
‘He died. His horse ran into a fence and he got stuck in the middle of the fence. His horse died too,’ Sadie explained.
‘Oh dear. That is very sad.’ James offered sympathetically.
‘Is there something else you want to say, Margaret?’ Catherine asked. ‘You have been playing with your supper since you sat down. As well as the farm is going, we cannot afford to waste food.’
Margaret put the fork on the side of her plate as her face changed to a
