Cold and wet, no hansom cab this time, Maeve and Finola eventually reached Gallowgate. It had taken longer than it should because of a couple of wrong turns, and Maeve cursed herself for not paying enough attention to the route the cab had taken. Her chilled feet as she climbed the stairs did nothing to help her look forward to the warm, dry house, since she dreaded what she was about to find.
In fact, she found only Kate, brimming over. She grabbed Maeve before she could even remove her cloak and tried to whirl her around.
‘Look, Maeve, look what I’ve got!’ She waved a handful of paper money at her. ‘Mark gave it to me to buy clothes. Oh, ready-made stuff for travelling and so on. I won’t have my own dressmaker until we get to Virginia. You will come and help me to choose, Maeve, won’t
