Love or Duty--A saga set in 1920s Liverpool (5 page)

When Penny arrived at Cannon Court the next morning Ellen Murphy seemed to be surprised to see her. Penny also found that Ellen Murphy was even more astonished than even her own family had been that she intended to redeem her promise to look after Kelly.

‘I said I would look after her until she is able to walk again if you were prepared to drop the case against me,' Penny reminded her firmly.

‘Well, miss, I don't know what to do for the best,' Ellen said hesitantly. ‘Perhaps I should ask Father O'Flynn what he thinks about it all.'

‘I'm sure you want to do what's best not only for Kelly but for your other children as well, Mrs Murphy. You have already said you are finding it hard work to look after them as well as Kelly since she is unable to get about,' Penny reminded her.

‘Well, sure now that's true enough,' Ellen Murphy agreed.

‘Right. Well, while you pack Kelly's clothes I'll go and see if I can buy a pushchair,' Penny told her. ‘Perhaps you can tell me the best place to shop for one.'

‘There's nothing much to pack; just a spare vest and a pair of knickers,' Ellen told her. ‘Everything else is what's on her back. I rinses her dress out at night if it's grubby and she puts it on again next morning.'

‘What about her night clothes?'

Ellen Murphy gave a harsh laugh. ‘She don't have none of those, miss. She sleeps in her vest the same as the rest of my kids do.'

‘Right, then in that case she's more or less ready. You have told her that she is coming to stay with me and explained that she won't be seeing you or her brothers or sisters for quite a long time?'

‘She knows all about it and she's looking forward to living with you. I've threatened to scalp her if she doesn't behave herself.'

‘So it's simply a matter of getting hold of a pushchair. Do you know anyone who would loan me one or who has one for sale?'

Ellen Murphy looked puzzled. ‘What do you need a pushchair for when you have a motor car? She can ride in that can't she?'

‘I'm afraid not. My father has forbidden me to drive it since the accident,' Penny said unhappily. A vision of her Austin Seven, her very own Baby Austin with its bright blue bodywork and black roof filled her mind, She loved it so much and treated it as a friend and always referred to it as ‘Bluebell'. She knew she was the envy of so many people, especially those of her own age, to have her very own motor car when she was still so young.

‘Since Kelly isn't going to be able to walk any distance for quite a while, I shall need a pushchair to take her out in,' she explained to Ellen Murphy, bringing her thoughts back to the present.

‘You might be able to get one at the pawnbrokers or at one of the second-hand shops in Scotland Road,' Ellen suggested. ‘Make sure you haggle with them though or else they're bound to diddle you when they see how posh you are,' she warned as she appraised Penny's crisp pink cotton dress and matching straw hat. ‘Would you like me to go and see if I can get one for you?'

‘That would be very helpful, Mrs Murphy. I'll wait here with Kelly.'

‘I'll take the baby along with me and leave the other two with you as well as Kelly then,' Ellen Murphy told her as she pulled a heavy black shawl around her shoulders even though the sun was beating down outside. ‘How much do you want to pay for it?' she asked holding out a grubby hand for some money.

‘I've no idea what they cost,' Penny said hesitantly. ‘Can I leave that to you. Mrs Murphy,' she added trustingly as she handed her a crisp five-pound note. ‘Make sure its a nice one and big enough for Kelly to be comfortable in.'

Ellen Murphy was away such a long time that Penny became worried and wondered if she was ever coming back. Kelly was whimpering with pain and frustration and the two smaller children were sitting on the floor with their thumbs in their mouths simply staring at her.

Penny tried talking to them but they didn't seem to understand what she was saying and she felt completely out of her depth. When she asked if they would like to play a game together all three of them completely ignored her question.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Ellen in the hallway. The two children seemed to come to life and rushed out to see what she had bought. Even Kelly stopped whimpering and stared with interest as Ellen manoeuvred the pushchair into the room.

Penny studied the cumbersome contraption dubiously. ‘That certainly looks very sturdy, Mrs Murphy,' she said with a forced smile.

‘It ought to be – it cost enough. The pawnbroker wanted three quid for it but I managed to beat him down to two pounds and ten shillings,' she said triumphantly as she handed Penny the change.

‘Well then, if Kelly is ready we'll get going. Can you help me to settle her into it.'

Kelly made no protest other than to let out a whimper when her mother tried to bend Kelly's leg so that her foot could be on the footrest and then jammed her crutches in at her side.

‘If that is hurting then you may be more comfortable if you keep your leg out straight,' Penny suggested. ‘Perhaps we can find a cushion or something to support it,' she added looking around the room hopefully.

‘Cushion! We've no cushions in this place,' Ellen told her sourly. ‘There's an old cardboard box the other kids play with; you might be able to use that.'

‘No, I don't think so,' Penny demurred.

‘Then what about sticking that paper bag with her vest and stuff in it under her bad leg and letting her hold her crutches on her lap.'

Penny felt very conspicuous as she began to walk from Cannon Court to Scotland Road after Ellen had helped her to get the pushchair up the steps from the basement. Try as she might, she found it difficult to steer it in a straight line.

It was a long walk to the Pier Head and by the time she reached the top of Water Street Penny was already feeling exhausted. At least I'll be able to sit down and have a rest once we are on the ferry boat, she told herself. At the other end, though, there would be a long walk home along the promenade from Seacombe to Penkett Road.

Although she kept talking to Kelly and asking her if she was all right, especially when she jolted her rather violently when negotiating the pushchair up and down the kerbs, Kelly remained silent.

Penny wondered if she was already missing her mother and the rest of her family but was afraid to mention the fact out loud in case Kelly dissolved into tears.

By the time they reached the ferry and she was negotiating the pushchair up the ramp on to the
Royal Daffodil
Penny realized that the reason Kelly was so silent was because she was so overawed by what was happening to her.

‘Where are you taking me, miss?' she gasped fearfully staring at the dark swirling waters of the Mersey.

‘Over to Wallasey; it's where I live,' Penny told her lamely.

‘You mean you are taking me to your house?'

‘That's right. I thought your mother explained to you that I am going to look after you until your leg is better and you can walk again?'

Kelly regarded her solemnly, her deep blue eyes filling with tears. She nodded her head, her teeth biting down on her lower lip. ‘Yes, I know that, but I thought you meant you were coming to live at our place and look after me there,' she gulped in a small voice.

Before Penny could answer there was the noise of the boat grinding against the landing stage and a shuddering as it began to slowly move out into the open river. Kelly let out a scream and clutched at Penny's hand, her eyes wide with fright.

‘It's all right; it means we are on our way. In ten minutes' time we will be at Seacombe landing stage. There's nothing to worry about.'

‘I'm frightened – I don't like it,' Kelly sobbed, tears running down her cheeks.

‘You've been on a ferry boat before. You must have done because it was over on the other side in Wallasey that you ran out into the road after a ball right in front of my motor car. That was how you came to be knocked down,' Penny reminded her.

Kelly looked at her blankly. ‘I can't remember nothing about what happened,' she muttered. ‘I know my mam said that I could go to New Brighton with some older kids for the day. The next thing I knew was that I woke up in hospital and my leg was hurting.'

She was still clutching tightly at Penny's hand when they reached the other side of the Mersey. She wouldn't let go even when the
Royal Daffodil
was manoeuvred alongside the landing stage at Seacombe Ferry and the gangplank was lowered into place so that passengers could go ashore.

Because the school holidays had started, there were a great many young families on board. All the children were excited and eager to disembark. Penny waited until they had done so before she made her way off the boat with Kelly in the pushchair.

It was now almost midday and the sun was burning hot and Penny found it was hard work pushing Kelly. She longed to stop and sit down but the thought of reaching home and enjoying a refreshing glass of cold lemonade kept her going.

At least she was managing to control the pushchair much better, she thought with some satisfaction half an hour later as she wheeled it into her own driveway without mishap.

She sighed nervously as she saw a curtain at the front room window twitch. Then, taking a deep breath, she braced her shoulders in preparation for her family's reaction to little Kelly.

Penny felt it was better that Kelly met her parents separately so that she wasn't too overwhelmed. She was pleased that she had arrived back at Penkett Road when only her mother was at home. She knew her father would probably be arriving home for lunch but that would not be for another hour.

‘Kelly, this is my mother, Mrs Forshaw. Are you going to say “Hello” to her?'

Kelly held her head down so that strands of her greasy dark hair fell over her eyes like a curtain.

‘She is finding it all rather overpowering,' Penny said lamely as she saw her mother's thin lips tighten when Kelly refused to speak. ‘She probably needs a drink. I know I'm gasping for a glass of lemonade,' she hurried on. ‘It's absolutely baking hot out of doors and it was such a long walk all the way from Seacombe Ferry.'

‘I had no idea you had gone to Liverpool; utter madness on such a hot day,' Mrs Forshaw said sharply. ‘Well, if it's a drink you both need then take the child through to the morning room and have it in there in case she spills it over the carpet.'

Her mother's tone and the wave of her hand were so dismissive that Penny was made to feel uneasy, but she merely nodded in agreement.

She wheeled the pushchair along to the morning room and left Kelly sitting there while she went to the kitchen for two glasses of lemonade.

As she returned with them she noticed Kelly was looking around wide-eyed and could understand how frightened she must be feeling. The house was so bright and large and so very different from her own squalid surroundings. Even so, if her mother's greeting had been warmer and more welcoming then she was sure Kelly would have responded.

Kelly gulped down her lemonade as if she was indeed very thirsty. She managed a smile as she wiped the back of her hand across her mouth when she'd finished.

‘Did you enjoy that?' Penny asked as she took the empty glass from her.

‘It was lovely,' Kelly breathed. ‘Can I have some more?'

‘Not at the moment because it is almost lunchtime and if you drink any more lemonade you won't have room left for anything else,' Penny said with a smile.

‘What's lunch?' Kelly's small brow creased into a frown of bewilderment. ‘Do you mean we're going to have some grub?'

‘That's right. What sort of food do you like best?'

Kelly's eyes widened. ‘Chips or Wet Nelly or a crust with Conny Onny on it,' she said thoughtfully. Then she added with a sigh, ‘Me mam usually gives us bread and dripping or else Scouse.'

Penny felt at a loss. She wasn't even sure what Wet Nelly was. She thought it was a bread pudding of some kind and decided that Conny Onny must be sweetened condensed milk. She had certainly heard of Scouse and that was a cheap stew consisting mainly of vegetables.

She had no idea what Mrs Davies had prepared for their lunch but it certainly wouldn't be any of those, she thought, with an inward smile. She wondered if Kelly would eat what was offered and felt apprehensive about how her mother would react if she didn't.

She didn't have to wait long to find out. A few minutes later her mother came bustling through to the morning room.

‘As it is such a hot day and I had no idea at all where you were or what time you would be coming back I told Mrs Davies that cold ham and salad might be the most suitable for lunch. There's fresh raspberries and cream for pudding. Do you think the child will like that?'

‘I'm not sure and by the way her name is Kelly,' Penny reminded her.

‘Your father will be home at any moment so I think it would be best if you two have your lunch here in the morning room rather than with us in the dining room,' her mother responded. ‘It will give the child time to get used to being here and perhaps then she will answer when she is spoken to.'

‘Yes, very well, if that is what you wish us to do,' Penny said stiffly.

‘I suggest that before either of you have anything to eat you clean her up. After you've had lunch then perhaps you should go into Liscard Village and buy her a decent dress before your father sees her; the one she is wearing is practically in rags. I imagine that everything else she has brought with her will be in much the same state.'

‘The only clothes she has are the ones she's wearing,' Penny said quietly.

‘In that case you'll definitely have to go out this afternoon and buy her some. For heaven's sake make sure you don't take her into any of the shops where we are known, Penny, or people will start gossiping. They probably will do so anyway if they see you wheeling that horrible contraption she's in.