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A wonderful and original Jacqueline Wilson novel, featuring Hetty Feather, a Victorian Tracy Beaker!
London, 1876 and Hetty Feather is just a tiny baby when her mother leaves her at the Foundling Hospital. The Hospital cares for abandoned children -- but Hetty must first live with a foster family until she is big enough to go to school.
Life in the countryside is hard but with her 'brothers' Jem and Gideon, she helps in the fields and plays imaginary games. Together they sneak off to visit the travelling circus and Hetty is mesmerised by the show, especially Madame Adeline and her performing horses.
But Hetty's happiness is threatened once more when she is returned to the Foundling Hospital. The new life of awful uniforms and terrible food is a struggle for her. But now she has the chance to find her real mother. Could she really be the wonderful Madame Adeline? Or will Hetty find the truth is even more surprising?
Jacqueline Wilson will surprise and delight old fans and new with this utterly original take on a historical novel. Set in Victorian times and featuring a brand new feisty heroine, Hetty Feather, this is a Tracy Beaker-esque tale that will thrill young readers. Warm, moving, funny and totally fascinating, it's the perfect gift for girls of nine and older.
really?' said Gideon, looking horrified. 'Yes, really. We'll whack him and bash him and stamp on him,' I said. 'We'll hurt him!' said Gideon. 'He hurts us,' I said, pulling up my dress and examining the angry red mark where Saul had prodded me with his crutch. 'We must turn the other cheek.' Gideon was parroting the Bible in a sickening fashion. He always listened hard at Sunday school and absorbed the moral lesson. I listened when there were tales of lions and whales and animals walking two
murmured. 'I don't want to go!' I sobbed. 'I shall run away. Yes, I shall run away right now.' 'Where will you run to, Hetty?' 'I shall find the circus. I shall live with Madame Adeline,' I said. 'Perhaps she really is my mother.' 'How will you find the circus? It could be right up in Scotland or way down in Cornwall. The circus is gone, Hetty.' 'I'll still run away,' I said. 'But what will you eat? Where will you live? Who will look after you?' 'I will eat berries and nuts, and I will
spell the great big words like enormously and affectionately, but she blushed and looked wretched. 'I'm not very good at writing, Hetty. I can't rightly say,' she said. 'Well, never mind, I'll ask Nurse Winterson,' I said, sad that I'd embarrassed her. 'I never had much schooling, see,' Ida said. She looked at me earnestly. 'That's the good thing about the hospital. You girls get a proper education. You're brought up almost like young ladies.' 'Yes, but we're not young ladies. We have to be
He was lying wretchedly in bed, his curls damp with sweat, his cheeks flushed with fever. 'Hello, Saul,' I said softly. 'It's me, Hetty.' 'I'm not sure he'll know you, child. He's very fevered,' said the nurse. But Saul's brown eyes were open, staring straight at me. He knew me all right. He'd heard me burble about Gideon. He knew I'd never have begged to come and visit him. I suddenly felt terrible. 'Oh, Saul,' I said, wishing I could cry to look truly sorry. 'Oh, poor Saul, you look so ill.
There was a green velvet upholstered chair with a lace antimacassar and a little table covered with a fringed chenille cloth. A cabinet crammed with china ornaments stood in a corner, though she must have had to wrap and store every one of her treasures while travelling. I spotted a little bed with rumpled covers let down like a shelf from the wagon wall. I peered at it, thinking Madame Adeline must indeed be taking a nap – but there was no head on the pillow, no body beneath the sheets. 'Sit