{"id":253066,"date":"2026-07-13T02:33:36","date_gmt":"2026-07-12T23:33:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/a-lesson-learned-rosie-goodwin\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T02:33:36","modified_gmt":"2026-07-12T23:33:36","slug":"a-lesson-learned-rosie-goodwin","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/a-lesson-learned-rosie-goodwin\/","title":{"rendered":"A Lesson Learned – Rosie Goodwin"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Minnie sucked in her breath. \u2018What can I do to help?\u2019 \u2018Actually, it\u2019s Saffie I\u2019ve come to see.\u2019 He shuffled from foot to foot as he glanced towards her. \u2018I shan\u2019t be able to attend the school for a few days at least. I need to be at home with Mathilda and I wondered . . . well, I know it\u2019s a lot to ask, but I wondered if you might possibly be able to take my place and keep the school open until I can go back?\u2019<\/p>\n

Saffie was shocked. \u2018But I don\u2019t have any qualifications,\u2019 she pointed out, although the prospect of doing what he was asking filled her with excitement. He waved her concerns aside. \u2018I\u2019m fully aware of that. I\u2019m also fully aware that you\u2019d be more than capable of keeping the place going.\u2019 \u2018But . . . I\u2019m needed here,\u2019 she faltered. At which point Minnie interrupted. \u2018No, you ain\u2019t . . . at least not until the missus comes \u2019ome. I\u2019m more than able to manage things \u2019ere an\u2019 I\u2019m sure Elsie is capable of lendin\u2019 a \u2019and if necessary.<\/p>\n

Ain\u2019t that right, Elsie?\u2019 Elsie nodded somewhat reluctantly. She had quite enjoyed being looked after. \u2018There you are then,\u2019 Minnie said with satisfaction. \u2018Problem solved. When would yer like \u2019er to start?\u2019 \u2018Tomorrow, if possible. I can set out the lessons for you each evening to make things a little easier if you think you could manage it.\u2019 Saffie felt as if she could burst with pride. Like her mother, she had always dreamed of being a teacher but because of her upbringing she had thought it would never be possible, and now here Marcus was offering her a post, albeit temporary, at his little school.<\/p>\n

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In loving memory of Honey and Sassy, my beautiful fur babies. In between hello and goodbye there was love . . . so much love. \u2018Some angels have paws\u2019 1kitap1.com\/en Contents Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-One Chapter Twenty-Two Chapter Twenty-Three Chapter Twenty-Four Chapter Twenty-Five Chapter Twenty-Six Chapter Twenty-Seven Chapter Twenty-Eight Chapter Twenty-Nine Chapter Thirty Chapter Thirty-One Chapter Thirty-Two Chapter Thirty-Three Chapter Thirty-Four Chapter Thirty-Five Chapter Thirty-Six Chapter Thirty-Seven Chapter Thirty-Eight Chapter Thirty-Nine Chapter Forty Chapter Forty-One Chapter Forty-Two Chapter Forty-Three Chapter Forty-Four Chapter Forty-Five Epilogue Acknowledgements About the Author Also by Rosie Goodwin Welcome to the world of Rosie Goodwin!<\/p>\n

Letter from Author Saffie\u2019s Beef Stew The Precious Stones series The Days of the Week Collection Victorian Tales from Memory Lane Memory Lane Club Copyright 1kitap1.com\/en T Prologue November, 1850 he young woman raced up the drive towards her home, her heart singing and her lips still warm from her lover\u2019s kisses. But as the house came into sight, she slowed her steps and began to walk more sedately.<\/p>\n

Not that there was much chance of her being observed, she thought. She had taken every precaution to ensure that no one would ever know she had even ventured out. Her breath hung on the air and all around the grass was covered in a thick hoar frost. Somewhere a wise old owl hooted in a tree and she stopped in her tracks, holding her breath as she listened fearfully until her heartbeat slowed to a steadier rhythm and she continued on her way, trying to be as quiet as she could on the gravel driveway.<\/p>\n

The house was in complete darkness as she entered and only the sound of the grandfather clock ticking away the minutes broke the silence. She smiled with satisfaction and tiptoed towards the stairs.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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