And I couldn’t tell anyone, not even my brother Matty, what I knew--that there’d be no bicycle for Matty, no dolls’ house for me and no machine for Mum to help her with all that washing and make her smile
And I couldn’t tell anyone, not even my brother Matty , what I knew--that there’d be no bicycle for Matty, no dolls’ house for me and no machine for Mum to help her with all that washing and make her smile
But when Dad rolled in tired for his supper, he’d tell us about how busy he was working on a paper that he was writing, and how it’d get him a big promotion and more money. Matty would have a bike, and I’d have a dolls’ house.
And I felt particularly bad about-Matty getting into so much trouble because he was one of the big boys and was held responsible--even though it’d been mostly my idea but I had to do it.