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ISBN-13: | 9780380704583 |
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Publisher: | HarperCollins |
Publication date: | 04/01/1988 |
Pages: | 192 |
Sales rank: | 270,093 |
Product dimensions: | 4.19(w) x 6.75(h) x 0.48(d) |
About the Author
Hometown:
Norfolk Island, 1,000 miles off the Australian coastDate of Birth:
June 1, 1937Place of Birth:
Wellington, New South Wales, AustraliaEducation:
Attended University of SydneyRead an Excerpt
Chapter One
Can you tell me, Octavia, why our luck never seems to change for the better?" asked Mrs. Drusilla Wright of her sister, adding with a sigh,"We need a new roof."
Miss Octavia Hurlingford dropped, her hands into her lap, shook her head dolefully and echoed the sigh. "Oh, dear! Are you sure?"
"Denys is."
Since their nephew Denys Hurlingford ran the local ironmongery and had a thriving plumbing business as well, his word was law in such matters.
"How much will a new roof cost? Must it be a whole one? Couldn't we have the worst sheets replaced?"
"There isn't one sheet of iron worth keeping, Denys says, so we're looking at about fifty pounds, I'm afraid."
A gloomy silence fell, each sister cudgelling her brain in search of asource for the necessary funds. They were sitting side by side on a horse hair-stuffed sofa whose better days were so far in the past that noone remembered them. Mrs. Drusilla Wright was hemstitching pulled threads around the border of a linen cloth with microscopically fine,meticulous skill, and Miss Octavia Hurlingford was occupied with a crochet hook, the work dangling from it as exquisitely done as the hemstitching.
"We could use the fifty pounds Father put in the bank for me when I was born," offered the third occupant of the room, anxious to make amends for the fact that she saved not a penny of her egg and butter money. She was also working, sitting on a low stool producing lace from a tatting shuttle and a ball of ecru thread, her fingers moving with the complete efficiency of a task known so well it was sightless, mindless.
"Thank you, but no," said brusilla. And that was the end of the onlyconversation occurring during the two-hour work period of Friday afternoon, for not long afterwards the hall clock began to chime four. While the last vibrations still lingered in the air, all three ladies proceeded with the automatism of long custom to put away their handicrafts, Drusilla her sewing, Octavia her crocheting, and Missy her tatting. Each lady disposed of her work inside an identical grey flannel drawstring bag, after which each lady disposed of her bag inside a battered mahogany sideboard sitting beneath the window.
The routine never, never varied. At four o'clock the two-hour hand work session in the second-best parlour came to an end, and another two-hour session began, but of a different kind. Drusilla moved to the organ which was her only treasure and only pleasure, while Octavia and Missy moved to the kitchen, there to prepare the evening meal and finish offthe outside chores.
As they clustered in the door way like three hens unsure of the pecking order, it was easy to see that Drusilla and Octavia were sisters. Each was extremely tall and each had a long, bony, anaemically fair face; but where Drusilla. was sturdily large and muscular, Octavia was crabbed and diminished by a longstanding bone disease. Missy shared the height,though not so much of it, being a mere five feet seven to her aunt's five feet ten and her mother's six feet. Nothing else did she have in common, for she was as darkroom, anxious to make amends for the fact that she saved not a penny of her egg and butter money. She was also working, sitting on a low stool producing lace from a tatting shuttle and a ball of ecru thread, her fingers moving with the complete efficiency of a task known so well it was sightless, mindless.
"Thank you, but no," said brusilla.
And that was the end of the only conversation occurring during the two-hour work period of Friday afternoon, for not long after wards the hall clock began to chime four. While the last vibrations still lingered in the air, all three ladies proceeded with the automatism of long custom to put away their handicrafts, Drusilla her sewing, Octavia her crocheting, and Missy her tatting. Each lady disposed of her work inside an identical grey flannel drawstring bag, after which each lady disposed of her bag inside a battered mahogany sideboard sitting beneath the window.
The routine never, never varied. At four o'clock the two-hour hand work session in the second-best parlour came to an end, and another two-hour session began, but of a different kind. Drusilla moved to the organ which was her only treasure and only pleasure, while Octavia and Missy moved to the kitchen, there to prepare the evening meal and finish off the outside chores.
As they clustered in the doorway like three hens unsure of the pecking order, it was easy to see that Drusilla and Octavia were sisters. Each was extremely tall and each had a long, bony, anaemically fair face; but where Drusilla was sturdily large and muscular, Octavia was crabbed and diminished by a long standing bone disease. Missy shared the height,though not so much of it, being a mere five feet seven to her aunt's five feet ten and her mother's six feet. Nothing else did she have incommon, for she was as darkas they were fair, as flat-chested as they were fulsome, and owned features as small as theirs were large.
The kitchen was a big bare room at the back of the dim central hall,its brown-painted wooden walls contributing their mite to the general atmosphere of gloominess.
"Peel the potatoes before you go out to pick the beans, Missy," said Octavia as she strapped on the voluminous brown pinny which protectedher brown dress from the perils of cooking, While Missy peeled the three potatoes considered sufficient, Octavia. shook up the coals smouldering in the firebox of the black iron range which occupied the whole front age of the kitchen chimney; she then added fresh wood, adjusted the damper to cull more draught, and put a huge iron kettle on to boil.This done,...