They all began to laugh loudly now, almost hysterically. Then of a sudden they were linked together. She drew them, arm through arm, the divided generations, and she was gabbling, “I knew, I knew something was going to happen. That’s why I didn’t bother about getting a place.
I told you, didn’t I, Ben? I told you I’d wait. Oh, Hughie! “ She leant her head against the tweed-clad shoulder and as she did so Ben said, “ I wish me gran da was here. You know what he would have said? “ At this he began to whirl them round in a ring as if they were children in the street playing long ago, and he sang as he went:
“I love a lassie, a bonny, bonny lassie, She’s as pure as the lily in the dell, She’s as sweet as the heather, The bonny, bonny heather, Mary, me Scotch bluebell.”
——THE END——
Table of Contents
Book One. Mary, Jarrow 1933
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Book Two. Jimmy, Jarrow 1943
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Book Three. The New Species, Jarrow 1972
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
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