Barkingside, Essex – April 1928
Irene was nearly knocked off her feet by a
flurry of skirts and aprons. She steadied herself against the door of the
cottage she had just entered. The flurry resolved itself into Peggy who was now
talking a mile-a-minute and madly hugging her friend.
“You won’t believe it! You just won’t
believe what’s happened! Mother said yes. She said yes! After what happened at the Albert Hall, and then she said no,
and then I sent her a letter begging
to go, and then her new husband wrote and said no again…” Peggy finally paused
for breath and spoke very distinctly. “She said yes. I. Am. Going. To.
Australia!”
The noise started again as the two young
women squealed and hugged each other, bouncing up and down like the kangaroos
they hoped to be seeing soon.
“When did you find out?”
“Just now. The Governor showed me the
letter herself.” Peggy pursed her lips impersonating Louisa’s nasal tones. “’I
am writing to say at last we give consent to M. M. Gutteridge going abroad.’
She said I must come back if I don’t like it. But of course we’ll like it,
won’t we Irene?”
“Course we will. Oh, I’m so pleased you’re
coming too. It wouldn’t have been the same…” Some important fact suddenly
dawned on Irene and her eyes opened wide. “But the ship leaves in just two
days, Peggy.”
“I know.” She picked up the skirts and
aprons from the floor. “I’m already packing.”
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