But he had never managed to find himself a complete croc, and still liked to spy on what I was doing. Once I begun hunting with Mr Buckland, Captain Cury got jealous. He would make sly comments as he passed us upon beach, clanging his spade against the rock ledge. 'Having fun here on your own, you two?' he'd say. 'Enjoy being alone?'
Mr Buckland mistook Captain Cury's attention as interest, and hurried over to show him the fossils we'd found, and baffle him with scientific terms and theories.
Captain Cury stood there uncomfortable, then made an excuse to get away. He loped down the beach, sneering at me over his shoulder, ready to tell everyone that he'd seen us together.
I ignored the talk, but one day Mam overheard someone in the Shambles calling me a gentleman's whore. She marched straight down to Church Cliffs where Mr Buckland and I were prising out the jaw of a crocodile. 'Get your things and come back with me,' she ordered, ignoring Mr Buckland's greeting.
'But, Mam, we've only an hour left to dig till the tide's in. Look, you can see all the teeth here.'
'Come away, you. Do as I say.' Mam made me feel guilty when I hadn't even done anything. I stood up quick and brushed the mud off my skirt. Mam glared at Mr Buckland. 'I don't want you out here alone with my daughter.' I had never heard her be so rude to a gentleman.
Luckily Mr Buckland was not easily offended. Perhaps it was because he misunderstood her, for he was not the sort of man to think as the town did. 'Mrs Anning, we have found a most splendid jaw!' he cried. 'Here, feel the teeth, they are as even as a comb's. I promise you, I'm not wasting Mary's time. She and I are engaged in tremendous scientific discovery.'
'I don't care nothing for your scientific so-and-so,' Mam muttered. 'I've my daughter's reputation to think of. This family's been through enough already--we don't need Mary's prospects ruined by a gentleman with no concern other than what he can get out of her.'
Mr Buckland turned to look at me as if he'd never thought of me in that way before. I flushed and hunched my shoulders to hide my breasts. Then he looked down at his own chest, as if suddenly reconsidering himself. It would be comical, if it weren't already tragical.
Mam begun picking her way back across the beach, skirting pools of water.
'Come along, Mary,' she said over her shoulder.
'Wait, ma'am,' Mr Buckland called. 'Please. I have the greatest respect for your daughter. I would never want to compromise her reputation. Is it our being alone that is the problem? For that is easily solved. I shall find us a chaperone. If I ask at the Three Cups I'm sure they can spare us someone.'
Mam stopped but didn't look round. She was thinking. So was I. Mam's words had given me an idea about myself I had never really considered. I had prospects. A gentleman could be interested in me. I might not always be so poor and needy.
'All right,' Mam said at last. 'If Miss Elizabeth or me ain't with you, you take someone else. Come, Mary.'
I picked up my basket and hammer.
'But what about this jaw? Mary?' Mr Buckland looked a little frantic.
I walked backwards so I could look at him. 'You have a go at it, sir. You been collecting fossils all these years, you don't need me.'
'But I do, Mary, I do!'
I smiled. Swinging my basket, I turned and followed Mam.
That was how Fanny Miller come back into my life. When Mr Buckland collected me from home the next morning, Fanny was hovering behind him, looking about as miserable as a coachman in the rain. She kept her eyes on her boots, scuffing them on the cobblestones of Cockmoile Square to get the mud off. Like me, she were growing into a young woman, her curves a little softer than mine, her face the shape of an egg, framed by a battered bonnet trimmed with a blue ribbon to match her eyes. Though poor, she was so pretty I wanted to slap her.
Mr Buckland didn't seem to notice that, though, nor the frosty look that passed between her and me. 'There, you see,' he said, 'I've brought us a chaperone. She works in the Three Cups' kitchen, but they said they could spare her for a few hours while the tide is out.' He beamed, clearly pleased with himself. 'What is your name, my girl?'
'Fanny,' she said, so soft I weren't sure Mr Buckland even heard.
I sighed, but there was nothing I could do. After all the fuss Mam made about him getting someone to come out with us, I couldn't complain about his choice. I would just have to put up with her--and she with me. Fanny were sure to be just as unhappy as I was that she had to come upon beach with us, but she needed the work, and would do as she was told.
