Chapter Seven
She hugged the little girl in her warm arms and kissed her lightly on her forehead. The girl giggled and licked her mother on the cheek.
"Oh, thank you for that Meg," the woman grinned at her two year old.
"Did mother like my kiss?" Meg squeaked.
"Yes, it was very…wet," her mother tapped her daughter on the nose and placed her on the floor. Meg squealed with glee as their dog, Russet, suddenly appeared around the corner.
"Russ-russ want kissy too?" Meg scurried after the animal as it bounded away to chase the chickens, "Come back!"
"Meg, watch out!" her mother called, just too late to stop her from tripping over a log.
"Ow!" Meg screamed from the ground. There was a pause and then she started pulling herself up to hurry after the dog again. Her mother smiled.
"Sally, are you out there?" A man appeared in the doorway of their small stone house.
"Yes, I'm here Oliver," Sally turned to her husband and smiled, the sun radiating off her rosy cheeked face.
"Would you please come and help me? Harry and George are playing up again," Oliver said, looking exhausted.
"Of course, will you look after Meg then?" Sally headed over to the house and went inside to the dingy interior.
"Alright," Oliver nodded and grinned at his young daughter, now quacking at the ducks and scaring them terribly.
Sally looked around for her son's and spotted them on their bed.
"Mother," the older of the two, Harry, greeted her with an innocent smile.
"Have you been giving your poor father trouble again?" Sally asked, sitting on the bed.
"No mama," George checked with his brother to see if this was the right answer.
"You know he tries too hard to please you and you just take advantage," Sally scolded, "Now, it is time for bed." The boys looked disappointed for a moment but then they snuggled down under their blankets and closed their eyes.
"Good boys," Sally smiled gently and kissed each on the cheek. Then she rose and headed outside. She spotted her husband whirling Meg round in his arms.
"She should really be going to bed too," Sally pointed out as Oliver held the little girl.
"Yes, I know. She promised that if I played whirly with her then she would sleep with no fuss," Oliver replied and started carrying the drowsy child inside.
Sally remained in their small area of land looking out of the village of Knighton where she knew her fourth child was sure to be. That was where she always was. In the great expanse of green fields, lying on her back, dreaming. She was supposed to be learning how to be a woman but she was never home. She didn't need to learn anyway because she had learnt all the things she needed to know without trouble.
Sally sighed; she was going to wait all night if she had to. She had done it before because she could never bring herself to sleep if all her children weren't safely in their beds beside her. It was then she saw the figure drawing closer to their house. Long, light brown hair billowing in the wind and fine features brought out by the now low lying sun, ready to set behind the hills. The girl reached to gate and smiled at her mother as she entered.
"Sorry I've been awhile, mother," Sally's eldest apologised.
"That's alright," Sally led her daughter in, "But you better get some sleep now, Grace."
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