Father's got God." Tears trickled down into Sarah's mouth, warm, salty. she lost heart, you see, when your father died. You shouldn't listen to things like that. The doctor said she'd get better but she wanted to die. "It's a mark of respect, you see, for your mother. "It only seemed that way." She stroked the child's hair. "You can have all the bright colours you want after." "It's only for a little while, wearing black," she said gently. She put her head down on the soft, smooth surface of the table and wept.Īnnie pulled up a stool. Now there was nothing left even her favourite dress had gone. Her lips trembled as the dress disappeared into the dye. It was no good, she should have known it would be no good. "I won't, I won't!" But her voice wavered as she struggled to hold the material. Let me have it now, there's a good girl." "Oh, Miss Sarah," Annie said, "you can't wear yellow - not at a time like this. Please, please, let me keep my yellow dress." "Not my yellow dress!" She fell off the stool, grabbed Annie's arm. One by one, the happy colours became the dreary black of night until only one garment remained. She knew it was here, in the kitchen, shivering on a stool, while Annie, like a witch at her cauldron, took the brightly coloured garments from a pile on the table and dropped them one by one into the bubbling copper on the range. She could not pretend tonight that her body was lying in bed upstairs. One step outside the safe circle of lamplight and she would be trapped, caught in shadowy arms, carried away.Įven in her most terrible dreams she knew that in some way, at some time, there would be an awakening. But with the help of the Mackenzies - their guardian and his family, whom the sisters come to love in very different ways - Sarah, Frances, Julia, and Gwen find the courage to follow their own paths in a world that is rapidly changing.Īvid readers and fans of historical-fiction classics will love these spirited heroines - named "the Little Women of our times" by the TIMES of London - and will be thoroughly absorbed by their intertwining tales, full of feistiness, creativity, and young romance.They lurked in the shadows, all the evil spirits of every fairy story that she had ever read, ghouls, goblins, imps, crowding round the edges of the room, waiting for her to move into the darkness.
Their mother has died, leaving them orphans in a rambling country estate.
The year is 1910, and the four Purcell sisters have only each other. Read full overviewįour independent-minded sisters come of age in the early 1900s - and four interwoven novels tell their stories, each through a different sister's eyes. Four independent-minded sisters come of age in the early 1900s - and four interwoven novels tell their stories, each through a different sister's eyes.
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