"Nobody's Child" Cassie is an eleven year old girl who has been in a children's home since she was four years old. Very bright, Cassie excels in most subjects and can play Brahms and Mozart on the piano at the age of only six. Because of her age nobody wants to adopt her. Mrs Cummings the manager of Auton House is a wicked woman who treats Cassie and the rest in her charge badly and beats her with regularity. One day she is sent to clean out the toilet and bathroom and Mrs Cummings comes along to inspect them. Running a white glove over everything and looking for dirt. When she doesn't find any she then reaches up on the door - Cassie is only three feet six inches tall and was unable to reach up to the top of the door and Mrs Cummings sets about her with a cane. She beats her so badly that Cassie runs at her forcing her back where she hits her head on a wash basin. Cassie in her panic rushes out and runs away.- It is there that she meets Don a ex docker who takes pity on the girl - rea


24. 24

“You have your dinner and tea to eat yet.’

“Do I; I’ve been so used to only eating what I could scrounge from the bins after the fishermen had thrown away stuff; most of the time I was lucky to get a half eaten sandwich or a pie. “I used to wait until they had gone then come down and get whatever they had thrown away before the rats came. Some of them are as big as cats you know.’

“I know we used to see them scurrying along when I worked down the docks with my father.’

“Is your father still alive mister Don?

“No, sadly both my parents have died.’

“Oh, that is sad; do you have any brothers or sisters?’

“No, there’s just me.’


 Don put the plates away then told Cassie to put on her coat as they were going around to collect Emily.

Don took out some carrier bags from the cupboard below the sink unit then went to get Fart’s lead; he jumped up excitedly knowing he was going for another walk. He had given him some dried food and water so he placed the plastic spade into one of the bags just in case.

“Ready then Cassie?’

“Yes mister Don.’

They walked down the passage then Don opened the door. It was going to be a nice day he thought as they walked along then up popped a head from behind a hedge.’

“I see you’re looking after someone’s kid.’

“It was Sylvia Crowe from next door.’

“How observant of you Mrs Crowe; have you ever thought about a job as a lighthouse keeper?

“Cheeky bugger; you know that I’m retired.’

“Doesn’t stop you staring out of your window all day long though does it.’

“I was only sayin’ like; so whose kid is then?’

“She’s my sister’s bairn if you’d like to know; not that it’s any of your business.’

“What’s wrong wi yer sister then?’

“She’s very ill; she’s in hospital.’

“I were talkin’ to Mrs Cobourg only yesterday about Jenny Tomlinson who lives at number eight there. “Well she went into dock complaining of stomach pains you know she thought that it were you know; she mouthed the words woman’s trouble without sound.’ Never came oot again; dead within a week.’ She were only forty six anal yer know.’

“That’s a shame.’

“Aye hor funeral is this coming Tuesday.’

“Guess you will be going then so you can catch up on all the gossip.’ Well can’t stand here all day or Fart here might leave you a present.’

“What kind of name is that for a dog anyway?’

“It means father in German said Cassie.’

“Don’t speak of Germans to me; they shot down wor Willie when he was in the RAF.’

“Prisoner of war he was.’

“Were you in a prisoner of war camp too asked Cassie?’

“Me know, I were lookin’ after me other brothers and sisters I was.’

“How many were there of you?’

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