I found her near the Snakes' Graveyard--I now called it the Ammonite Graveyard-
-which had attracted me to Lyme years before. She had managed to cut out the ammonite from a ledge, and was wrapping it in a sack to drag back along the beach--hard work for a girl, even one used to it.
Mary greeted me with joy, for she often said she missed me when I was making my London visit. She told me about all that she had found while I was away, and what they had managed to sell, and who else had been out hunting. 'And how was London, Miss Elizabeth?' she asked finally. 'Did you buy any new gowns? I see you've a new bonnet.'
'Yes, I have. How observant you are, Mary. Now, I have to tell you about something I saw in London.' I took a deep breath and told her about going to Bullock's and discovering her creature, describing in frank terms the state of it, down to its waistcoat and monocle. 'Lord Henley should not have sold it to someone who would treat it so irresponsibly, no matter how many people got to see it,' I finished. 'I hope you won't be approaching him with any future finds.' I did not tell her I had just been to see Lord Henley and been laughed at.
Mary listened, her brown eyes widening only when I mentioned that the creature's tail had been straightened. Apart from that her reaction was not what I had expected. I thought she would be angry that Lord Henley had profited from her find, but for the moment she was more interested in the attention being given to it.
'Was lots of people looking at it?' she asked.
'A fair number.' I didn't add that other exhibits were more popular.
'Lots and lots? More even than the number of people living in Lyme?'
'Far more. It has been on show for several months, so I expect thousands have seen it.'
'All them people seeing my croc.' Mary smiled, her eyes bright as she looked out to sea, as if spying a queue of spectators on the horizon, waiting to see what she would find next.
5
Finding that crocodile changed everything. Sometimes I try to imagine my life without those big, bold beasts hidden in the cliffs and ledges. If all I ever found were ammos and bellies and lilies and gryphies, my life would have turned out as piddling as those curies, with no lightning jolts to turn me inside out and give me joy and pain at the same time.
It weren't just the money from selling the croc that changed things. It was knowing there was something to hunt for, and that I was better at finding it than most--this was what were different. I could look ahead now and see--not random rocks thrown together, but a pattern forming of what my life could be.
When Lord Henley paid us twenty-three pounds for the whole crocodile, I wanted lots of things. I wanted to buy so many sacks of potatoes they'd reach the ceiling if you stacked them. I wanted to buy lengths of wool and have new dresses made for Mam and me. I wanted to eat a whole dough cake every day, and burn so much coal the coalman would have to come every week to refill the coal bin. That was what I wanted. I thought my family wanted those things too.
One day Miss Elizabeth come to see Mam after the deal had been done with Lord Henley, and sat with her and Joe at the kitchen table. She didn't talk of wool or coal or dough cakes, but of jobs. 'I think it will benefit the family most if Joseph is apprenticed,'
she said. 'Now you have the money to pay the apprentice fee, you should do so.
Whatever he chooses will be a steadier income than selling fossils.'
'But Joe and me are looking for more crocs,' I interrupted. 'We can make money enough off them. There's plenty of rich folk like Lord Henley who'll want crocs of their own now he's got one. Think of all them London gentlemen, ready with good money for our finds!' By the end I was shouting, for I had to defend my great plan, which was for Joe and me to get rich finding crocs.
'Quiet, girl,' Mam said. 'Let Miss Philpot talk sense.'
'Mary,' Miss Elizabeth begun, 'you don't know if there are more creatures--'
'Yes, I do, ma'am. Think of all them bits we found before--the verteberries and teeth and pieces of rib and jaw that we didn't know what they were. Now we know! We got the whole body now and can see where those parts come from, how the body's meant to be. I've made a drawing of it so we can match what goes where. I'm sure there's crocs everywhere in them cliffs and ledges!'
'Why didn't you find any other whole specimens until now, then, if there are as many as you say?'
I glared at Miss Elizabeth. She had always been good to me, giving me work cleaning curies, bringing us extra bits of food and candles and old clothes, encouraging me to go to Sunday school to learn to read and write, sharing her finds with me and showing interest in what I found too. We couldn't have got the croc out of the cliff without her
