Read The Sea Shell Girl Online
Authors: Linda Finlay
âThat's right,' Freckles cried. âMe da says you couldn't even sell the Queen's jewels if nobody knows you got them.'
âReally, Miss Brice, that's quite enough,' the manageress cut in.
âYou have hit the proverbial nail on the head, Miss
Dyer. We have been so busy preparing our store for the opening we have quite neglected to advertise the fact. Well done, girls. I can see Didcot and Fairbright are going to benefit from having bright young things like you in our employ. Now please excuse me.'
He strode away, leaving Mrs Smale gaping in her guppy-like way after him.
As the manageress turned to face them, Merry saw her cheeks were bright red but Freckles was shaking her head in disbelief.
âBlimey oh rimey, fancy him listening to us,' she muttered.
âIf you hadn't interrupted our conversation in such a rude manner, you would have realized I was about to draw our esteemed employer's attention to the fact we needed to publicize our existence,' Mrs Smale snapped. âIt is now almost two o'clock and time for the store to reopen. As you have wasted valuable training time you will remain behind this evening for an extra thirty minutes.'
âBut that will make us late for supper,' Freckles wailed.
âYou should have thought of that, Miss Brice. It is my duty to instil politeness and decorum into my staff and that I fully intend to do, however long it may take.'
âBut we were responding to Mr Fairbright's question,' Merry protested.
âYou seem to be getting ideas above your station, Miss Dyer,' Mrs Smale hissed, her eyes glittering. âYou may care to remember it is my commendation you require if you wish to pass your probation and so far you do not have it.'
âBut I â¦' Merry began. The manageress held up her hand.
âI have heard quite enough. In the process of trying to impress our employer, you forgot the first rule of your training. Your duty is to shadow, not speak. Should you have anything of worth to communicate, it is to be relayed through myself. Do I make myself clear?'
Seeing further protest was useless, Merry swallowed down her retort and nodded.
âBlimey oh rimey, girl, she's got it in for you good and proper,' Freckles murmured as they hurried to the staff-room that evening. It had certainly been a long afternoon, for nothing Merry had done had met with Mrs Smale's approval.
âWell, hello there, girls,' Chester said, looking up from his supper as they entered the staff-room. âYou're mighty late.'
âWe were kept in. Took me back to me school days, I can tell you,' Freckles sighed as she sank onto a chair.
âSorry we didn't wait, girls,' Teddy added. âBut we were starving after spending the afternoon pounding the streets.'
âYou what?' Freckles asked, helping herself to bread and butter.
âMr Jenkins had us walking all round town wearing placards advertising the store,' Chester said, frowning at Merry. âYou look even paler than usual; you all right?'
âWell â¦' she began.
âOld Smelly had a right go at her.'
âLike the name,' Teddy grinned at Freckles.
âWell, her breath reeks of old cabbage. Anyway, she really went for Merry just 'cos Fairbright liked her idea of advertising the store's opening.'
âAh, so we've you to thank for our poor aching feet?' Chester moaned, grimacing at Merry.
âI just said to Mr Fairbright that I thought we needed to let people know we were open.'
âForget it for now, girl, and get some hot tea down you. That'll make you feel better,' Freckles said, picking up the large brown pot.
As the others bantered and compared notes of their day, Merry sipped the scalding liquid. Why had the manageress taken against her? She'd only been trying to help, and she'd carried out every task she'd been assigned to the best of her ability.
âWhat do you think, Merry?' She came to with a start to find five faces staring at her expectantly.
âWe were planning what to do on our first Sunday off,' Chester explained. Merry stared at her new friends, wondering if she should go home. But it was so far, and she'd only have been away a week. Also, she really didn't want to risk bumping into Nicco.
âAfter we've been to church, of course,' Prunella added.
âOh, yes,' Nicholas agreed.
âOr not, as the case may be,' Teddy winked. âWe thought if we chatted nicely to Joanie, she might pack us a picnic.'
âOh, you did, did you, Master Bear?' the housekeeper said, bustling into the room to clear their plates.
âYour food is the best ever, Joanie,' Chester wheedled, rubbing his stomach appreciatively.
The woman grinned. âPleased to hear it, young man, and I'll be pleased to pack a picnic ready for you to collect after morning service,' she said, wagging her finger at him.
âYou're a hard task mistress,' he protested.
âBut a proper one, young man,' she retorted. âNow who'd like some bread and butter pudding?'
The rest of the week passed in a whirl. The boys had been sent out again with their placards and, as word spread, the store became busier. Determined not to get on the wrong side of Mrs Smale again, Merry meticulously carried out her duties but she could feel the woman watching her every move. It was a relief to cover the counters and clear the window on Saturday evening.
The sun was hot on their skin, their mood jubilant as the trainees made their way back from church the next morning. Merry inhaled deeply, revelling in the fresh air after having been cooped up indoors all week.
Chester smiled at her. âMind all the dust these carriages are stirring up,' he said, gesturing to the Sunday worshippers passing by. âIt's the perfect weather for eating al fresco, though, is it not?'
âThought we were having a picnic in the park,' Freckles giggled, nudging his arm.
âAl fresco means an informal meal prepared for eating in the open air,' Prunella informed them.
âYou are clever, Prunella,' Nicholas said, gazing at her in wonder before looking quickly away.
âWe'll go on and collect the food,' Chester said. With whoops of delight, the boys ran ahead, leaving the girls watching after them.
âI think you've got an admirer there, our Pru,' Freckles commented. âAll Nicholas needs is a bit of encouragement.'
âI don't think so,' Prunella said seriously, not bothering for once to reprimand Freckles for shortening her name. âMy time here is purely a temporary measure while Mother seeks a suitable marriage prospect. She wishes me to marry a duke or, at the very least, a lord in order for me to have a title.'
âBlimey oh rimey,' Freckles muttered, raising her eyebrows at Merry as they approached the store. She hadn't realized before now just how imposing the building was. It was set in a row of large brick houses, most of which now had sizeable shop windows fronting the street. They were about to turn down the path that led to the back yard, when a figure stepped out of the shop doorway.
âCop a load of that,' Freckles whistled.
As the man came closer Merry's heart flopped.
âHello, Merry,' Nicco said, his smarmy grin encompassing Freckles and Prunella.
âNicco, what are you doing here?' she stuttered.
âI've come to see you, of course. A seagull told me it was your day off so I thought we could spend it together. Been waiting ages,' he grumbled.
âWell, we'll leave you to it,' Freckles said. âDon't want to be goose-gogs, do we, Pru?'
âOh, don't go â¦' Merry began, but Nicco took hold of her arm.
âNice to meet you, ladies, but I'm sure you'll understand I wish to spend time alone with my betrothed.' He pulled Merry towards the donkey and cart, leaving them staring after him in amazement.
âI am not your betrothed,' Merry hissed, pulling her arm away.
âOh, come on, we told everyone we'd be making it formal at the fair next month. Of course, I hadn't known then that you intended running off to Plymouth. Still, it's obviously something you had to get out of your system. I told Father I'd let you do it then you'd be ready to settle down and be a good wife.'
âSettle down? Be a good wife? Nicco Neaple, you are the most conceited man I've ever had the misfortune to meet.' She was so incensed she didn't notice the little group of Sunday worshippers gathered close by, watching in amazement.
âCome along, you're creating a scene,' he said, taking her arm again.
Angrily, she shook him off. âLook, Nicco, let's get one thing straight â¦' she began.
âStop making an exhibition of yourself. Get into the cart and we'll go somewhere more private,' he insisted. âThen we'll talk.'
She narrowed her eyes and stared at him. âOnly if you promise to listen to what I have to say.'
âYes, yes, but do hurry up,' he said, already gathering up the reins.
Knowing she needed to sort things out once and for all, Merry reluctantly climbed up beside him. He urged the donkey on and guided them through the bustling crowds until they came to a quieter street with tall houses on one side, an imposing pillared stone theatre and open parkland on the other.
As her body settled into the rocking rhythm, she found herself beginning to calm down. She'd never been to this part of the town before and watched in awe as they passed
by a busy railway station and goods yard, with smoke and steam belching from sooty black trains, which shunted back and forth, clanging and hissing as they went.
Climbing higher up the cliff road, she stared down at the harbour where dozens of masts swayed in the breeze and men scurried around unloading crates and barrels onto the quays. Even from here she could see these boats were larger than the luggers that ferried goods into Porthsallos. Then the cart turned a corner and she could see the open sea shimmering in the distance. Her spirits lifted and she inhaled the salty air greedily. Noticing, Nicco smiled and patted her arm.
âYou might have moved away from the sea but it's still inside you,' he declared. Although what he said was true, she wasn't about to admit it. She'd enjoy the ride, but when he stopped she needed to explain once and for all that she had no intention of marrying anyone, ever.
Then she realized he'd pulled up at a green beside a tea room with tables and chairs overlooking the Hoe and the sea beyond. Jumping down, he tethered the donkey through the railings, then immediately put out his hand.
âCome on,' he said. Not wishing to make a fuss, Merry allowed him to help her down from the cart.
She noticed the people already seated were smartly dressed, and was glad she was wearing her Sunday best although she had to admit it was looking slightly the worse for wear now. Soon she'd be able to buy some material and run up a new dress, she thought, her spirits rising.
âIt's a bit early for supper,' Nicco said. âTherefore I intend making my declaration over luncheon.' Merry's
eyes widened in horror and, as if the sun had fallen from the sky, she shivered.
âPlease don't, Nicco,' she whispered. âI really need to talk to you â¦' She stuttered to a halt as a shadow fell over them.
âYou wish to order, sir?' the waiter asked.
âJust a lemonade for me, please,' Merry said quickly.
âAh, yes, you are playing hard to get,' Nicco grinned at her. âThat's fine. I will bide my time. Two glasses of lemonade, please, waiter.'
They sat looking out over the water until their drinks were placed before them.
âHere's to us,' Nicco said, raising his glass to hers.
âLook, Nicco â¦'
âI couldn't believe it when I called to collect you from Fairbright's, only to learn you'd travelled back to Porthsallos with him.'
Merry stared at him in surprise. âYou went to Mr Fairbright's?'
âIndeed I did. I had intended taking you to Plymouth as usual but Father had things he wished to discuss at the pallace and kept me later than I'd anticipated. Heard you'd travelled by carter with that Otto,' he muttered, scowling into his glass.
She was about to say he was a good man then thought better of it. It wouldn't do to rile Nicco.
âI had to keep my appointment, Nicco. Mother and Grozen rely on me.'
âI'm glad you realize that. They both send you their regards and hope you'll pay them a visit soon.'
âYou make it sound as if I've been away ages,' she sighed, picking up her drink.
âIt feels that way to me,' he replied, giving her a sombre look. Quickly, she stared out over the sea. She refused to be blackmailed. âAnyway, I took the pony and trap and rode like the wind in order to bring you back from Plymouth. You'd already left, though, and that Brown woman told me you'd used your charms to secure this job â¦'
âWhat!' Merry spluttered, banging her glass down on the table so that the people seated at the next table turned to look. âLook, Nicco, I got the job fair and square,' she hissed. âI had to attend an interview, answer mathematical questions and then, and only then, was I offered the job.'
He shrugged. âIt is of no consequence, Merry.'
She stared at him in disbelief. âClearly you have no idea how I feel, Nicco. But then it's always been about you and what you want, hasn't it? This is the best opportunity I've ever been offered and I intend to make the most of it,' she retorted, jumping to her feet.
Dashing away her angry tears, she hurried off. Really he was the most arrogant man, and who did that Miss Brown think she was? Using her charms, indeed! Why didn't anyone credit her with any intelligence? Hearing footsteps behind, she quickened her pace but it wasn't long before Nicco caught up with her.