Several evenings passed with Kate slipping off to see Mark Harris, always dressed in the fine clothes she had earned working for the Conroys. Her original excuse, that Mark’s only purpose was to see her into a better job, had disappeared into Glasgow’s smoky skies. Kate had achieved the better job, and if her hours and wages were anything to go by, she actually had the best job in the tobacco factory. In fact, she had recently suggested that once her reading was improved Mr Sinclair had hinted that she might be promoted to the office.
If that were true, it was just another worry for Maeve. Mark Harris as a suitor was bad enough, but at least he went back to America after his visits to the factories: Mr Sinclair was going nowhere, as far as she knew. She had tried fishing for information f
