Hetty Feather Quotes

You shouldn't call then anything. They're poor unfortunate people who cannot help the way they look,

will you stop trying to be brave! It's me, Mama! You can be honest with me." -Hetty

HETTY FEATHER

Everything’s better with cake,

I sniffed and dabbed at my eyes fiercely. I told myself I was only tearful because I was tired.

I WOKE WITH a start, my head hurting, aching all over. For a moment I didn’t know where I was. Indeed, I felt so fuddled I didn’t even know who I was. Hetty Feather, Sapphire Battersea, Emerald Star? I had three names now.

his own crumpled handkerchief on me. I sniffed and dabbed at my eyes fiercely. I told myself I was only tearful because I was tired. I knew Diamond was looking at me anxiously.

Could he be my Bertie, the cheeky butcher’s boy? I had walked out with him when I was a reluctant servant in Mr Buchanan’s household. Dear funny Bertie, who had been so self-conscious about reeking of meat. Bertie, the boy who had taken me to the fair and won me the little black-and-white china dog that was in my suitcase now, carefully wrapped in my nightgown to prevent any chips.

p’s and q’s.

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fumbled

My own father had sold me to a stranger.

Yes indeed,’ said Miss Gibson. ‘I’m starting to be very glad my last girl flounced off!’ I

Just then the cottage door opened – and a tall, broad-shouldered man strode in, smelling of fresh air and honest toil. He looked around the room and then stood still, looking stunned. ‘Hetty – oh, my Hetty!’ he cried. ‘Jem!

ignoramus

She was trying to whisper, but she might as well have yelled under an echoing bridge.

You’ve got more courage in your little finger than most folks have in their entire bodies, my own child. I

Hetty’s teasing you,’ said Marvo. He grinned and flexed his muscles. ‘How about a fairy frock for me instead?

Stinking Bottomly, she

For my dear friend Mary Vacher. Thank you so much for all your brilliant professional support – and all your loving care and kindness.

Gideon’s

professional artiste,

Bertie’s my name and flirting’s my game, I’ve an eye for every girl. Don’t give a fig! I have a little chat, then give ’em a pat,

Buchanan. I

Mrs Ruby had