She spread the scrubbed deal table with a red serge cloth in the afternoons when the midday meal was done, and enjoyed the site of a white geranium in a pot set squarely upon it. Round the edge ran fringed bobbles which were to delight her little daughters in the years to come. On the mantelpiece stood bright tins containing sugar, currants, tea, and salt. The rag rug before the hearth was of her own making, and the fender and fire-irons of steel were polished first thing every morning with a small square of emery paper, until they shone as brightly as silver...
There were many hazel thickets on the chalky slopes around Caxley... Mary used to enjoy these outings to collect the hazel sticks, and never came back without a few flowers or berries from the woods to decorate the window sill."
Miss Clare Remembers