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Angry Anna

I had been so concerned with seizing this chance to hit back that I had not considered the implications of the words I had read and was now speaking. I have never had much taste...

The Business Man

I, of course, was engrossed at this time with my own plunge into the world of commerce. Mamma, although not very pleased, was resigned to my joining Dadda in the business. She took me along...

Jinny is no longer singing

‘What’s Jinny like? Different?’ ‘Very different.’ ‘No,’ I said instinctively. ‘No different. The same as always.’ ‘A German,’ Dadda said. ‘She has become a German completely. It is wonderful to see her.’ ‘She talks German,’...

The game is off

Coming in from the kitchen, Jinny called out: ‘Ah, there you are, Ricka! You’re back early.’ He was walking slowly but jauntily down the stairs. His mouth was smiling, but the blue eyes were cold...

Die Fahne hoch

We sat silent for a few moments. Ernst was crooning to the parrot: ‘Die Fahne hoch, Die Reihen fest geschlossen …’ ‘The Pier Head,’ she said, ‘… coming off the ferry late at night, and...

Do as you like

She went to dancing lessons for over three months and then, one afternoon, she danced for Solly. It happened accidentally; he was sitting as he so often did, playing the piano for his own soul’s...

Pas devant les enfants!

‘Standards of behaviour,’ Aunt Peggy said stridently, ‘do count for so much. It is easy enough to poke fun at them, but they are the … the backbone of our society. Without decent behaviour, everything...

New home, new name

That night Dadda was back early. We sat in the kitchen, all four of us, drinking cocoa under a gas-mantle that flared nakedly because the shade had been packed, and Dadda spoke to us seriously....