Mrs. Winn sliced her tea cake precisely into four and leaned closer to Amy, keeping her voice low. 'I hope
you're over the weeps and sniffles now. Come on, let's see a little smile?'
The girl tried a smile, which did not quite work. She looked down at the tablecloth. 'We still haven't heard from
him, Miz Winn.'
Alex blinked several times and sniffed. 'We liked Ben, and Ned, too—why did they have to go? It's not fair!'
There was silence. Alex looked away through the window as Winnie did her best to answer the question.
'There's a lot in life that isn't fair, you'll find that out as you grow older. When Ben first came to me, he said that he
could only stay awhile, I never pressed him about it. He was a bit of a mystery, I suppose as much to you as to me, a
good boy, a real friend, but so strange. What made him leave so suddenly I'll never know—his rucksack and change
of clothes are still in his room. Did he ever mention leaving to you?'
Amy dabbled her ice cream spoon thoughtfully. 'I remember the afternoon we met him outside the station. I
asked him would he be staying in Chapelvale, he just said, I don't know, maybe. As if he was teasing, or just
shrugging the question off. I could never tell with Ben. He had those sort of eyes, cloudy blue sometimes, bright,
shining blue at other times. They could twinkle and smile, make you feel happy somehow. But often they would grow
distant and mysterious, so you couldn't tell what was going on behind them.'
Mrs. Winn watched Amy apply herself to the ice cream. 'I sensed the same thing. Perhaps not as much as you
did, but I'm an old lady and you're about the same age as Ben, so you understand him better. What about you, Alex?'
Alex snorted on his lemonade. 'Boys don't notice things like that about their pals, but I liked Ned's eyes. They
were friendly, brown I think. I know this much about Ben, though. He made me feel brave ... I'm not scared ... not of
bullies or anything these days. That's why I miss him so much, he could've taught me lots more if he'd stayed. I bet
you miss him, too, Miz Winn?'
The old lady pursed her lips. 'It's different when one's older. I tell myself I remember Ben fondly and I always
will. You and I, this whole village, look at the mess we were in before he came. Ben changed all that by getting us to
help each other. I think of him as my gift, loaned to me for a while, like a kind of a good angel. But that sounds silly,
doesn't it. Nobody could imagine a rough-and-ready angel with a great black dog lolloping round at his heels!'
At the thought of it, they all burst out laughing. Mrs. Winn touched the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief.
'Oh dear, what a vision. But now, would you like to hear some good news? I received a letter today. This'll cheer you
up. It certainly made me come alive again.'
Amy touched the letter sticking out from beneath the handbag. 'Is this it?'
The old lady beamed with pleasure. 'It certainly is, would you like to read it out to Alex and me? Well, go on!'
Mrs. Winn's happiness was complete. She even let Blodwen Evans hover nearby to listen as her young friend
read the letter. ' 'Hello, Mum! It's your wandering son Jim putting pen to paper. Sorry I haven't written tor a while, but
here's some exciting news for you. My wife Lilian and I have been thinking lately of moving back to dear old England.
We miss it a lot. Jamie and Rodney are growing into fine big sons. Would you believe, Jamie was fourteen last week
and Rodney turned twelve in April.
' 'School is a bit makeshift in Ceylon, or should I say was, because we've taken them out of it and decided on
coming home to get them a proper education. Most of all, they want to see their grandma and Chapelvale. How is the
old place? I'm always telling Jamie and Rod about when I was a boy in the village. They're dying to see it. Well,
we've got sufficient savings from my investments, and Lilian would like to purchase a house in Chapelvale. I'll turn
my hand to some sort of new job (you know me, jack-of-all-trades, or should I say Jim, ha ha). We are at present
aboard the steamship
letter.
' 'Now, don't fuss, Mum. No need to come hurrying up to Liverpool docks to meet us. We'll make our own way
to Chapelvale quite easily. I understand you've got a train line running to there now. You can meet us at the station.
Got to close now, due at the captain's table for dinner. See you soon, love from your son Jim, Lilian, and the boys.
XXXX
' 'P.S. Hope you know some nice young folks the boys can pal up with.' '
Alex clenched his fists, squinched his face up, and shuddered with delight. 'Nice young folks like us, Miz
Winn!'
Will slapped his hand down on the table. 'Ahah, thought I'd find you here. Come on. You, too, Jon. We're just
goin' 'round to your dad's, Alex. One of my cows, Buttercup, she's in calf. Eileen an' Ma are with 'er now. It's a bit
early, but she's due today, Ma says. So, would you like to see one o' my baby calves bein' born?'
Amy and Alex chorused eagerly. 'Yes, please, Will!'
Jon was already hurrying out to the cartful of young people.
'Last one in the gig doesn't get scones an' cream at the farm!'
Winnie stayed where she was, watching them pile in.
'Regina, did you save me a place?'
'Course I did. Hurry up, Alex!'
'Shove over, Tommo!'
'Amy, sit here by me!'
'Ahoy there, what about me?'
