Tangled Threads & Twisted Strands [antikvár]

One 1900 'I saw you with him near Bernby Covert,' Jimmy Hard-castle teased his sister when he brought the cows into the byre for evening milking. 'Wait 'til I tell our mam.' He paused for greater effect and then added, 'and Dad.' Eveleen grabbed hold of him, her fingers digging into his skinny arm. 'Don't you dare,' she hissed. Jimmy laughed disdainfully as he twisted free of her grasp. 'Stephen Dunsmore'll never marry the likes of you. Oh, he might get you into trouble, but then he'd be off like a rabbit with a ferret on its tail.' Eveleen's eyes narrowed. 'What about you getting some poor girl into trouble? I've heard about you chasing after Alice Parks. I don't think Mam'll be best pleased to hear about that either.' 'She wouldn't believe you.' The brother and sister glared at each other. They were remarkably alike. Seeing them together for the first time, strangers could be forgiven for mistaking them for twins. They were equal in height, even though Jimmy, at sixteen, was a year younger than his sister. They had the same dark brown eyes and the same well-shaped nose that on Eveleen was maybe just a fraction too large for true beauty. Their mouths were wide and generous and usually stretched in ready laughter. They even had the same