Lily's Dream by The O'Brien Press Ltd

150 x 216 Spine TBC PANTONE 3272C (17.5MM SPINE)

O’BRIEN

From the author of the ‘Alice & Megan’ and ‘Eva’ series

A fantastic new book, set in 1913, by best-selling author Judi Curtin The time has come for Lily to leave primary school in Sligo and start her job in the Big House – Lissadell. Her employers, the Gore-Booths, are kind, but life as a young housemaid is hard: Lily misses her home and family, she works long days and has to learn how to get on with her sullen roommate, Nellie. Then Maeve, the daughter of Constance Markievicz and niece of the Gore-Booths, comes to visit. She decides to paint a portrait of Lily, and a friendship begins. In a changing Ireland, learning about each others’ lives can only be a good thing – but can a friendship between two girls from such different worlds last?

A warm and engaging story about friendship in a time of change.

Cover by Rachel Corcoran

CHILDREN’S FICTION

Also available as an eBook

IRISH BOOK AWARD WINNER

Summer 1914

Chapter One

‘H

urry up, Lily,’ said Maeve, as she

pulled off her pretty silk shoes, hitched up her dress and ran towards the sea. ‘I bet the water’s beautiful.’ ‘Wait for me,’ I said. ‘There’s a knot in my laces.’ Finally I managed to struggle out of my heavy leather boots, and laid them on the sand. Next to Maeve’s shoes they looked old and ugly, and for a second I felt ashamed. Then I lifted my head high and told myself I was being foolish. I had a good honest job at Lissadell, and just because I was a servant, and Maeve was a member of the family who owned the house, that didn’t make her better than me.

I took a second to enjoy the feeling of the warm sand under my feet, then I pulled off my housemaid’s cap and ran to the water, to my friend, to the best moments of my day. ‘I wish I’d brought my swimming costume, don’t you?’ said Maeve as we paddled. ‘I don’t have one. Years ago, before my daddy died, he took my whole family to Rosses Point for a day, and Mam let me wear an old petticoat of hers to swim in. I’m too big for that kind of thing now though.’ ‘Oh,’ said Maeve, looking embarrassed. ‘I’ve got two costumes – you can borrow one next time if you like.’ ‘Thank you.’ Maeve was always generous. It was a gorgeous sunny day. A gentle breeze tossed my hair, and a flock of seagulls screeched and squawked over our heads while Maeve and I chatted. ‘Tell me the news of your sisters,’ she said. Maeve loved hearing stories about Winnie and Anne, even though she had her own sweet cousins

at Lissadell - Michael, Hugh, Bridget, Brian and little baby Rosaleen. She laughed when I told her how Winnie was afraid of the tiny little puppy who strayed into our garden one day. ‘Oh how I love the sea,’ I sighed, as the water rippled over my skin. ‘When I’m a teacher, I’m going to work by the seaside, and every single day I’ll go for a paddle after school, even if I’m very old like twenty-five or something.’ ‘When I grow up, I’m going to live in Dublin,’ said Maeve. ‘So I can be near Mother. The two of us will take trips to the seaside, and we shall be so happy together.’ ‘That sounds lovely.’ Maeve’s mam lived in Dublin, and her daddy was somewhere in Europe, and I knew she missed them very much. Now she lived at Ardeevin with her grandmother, Gaga, but she spent lots of time at Lissadell House with her Uncle Josslyn and Aunt Mary and their children. She had many good things in her

life, but I knew she was often lonely. We paddled until our toes went white from the cold. Then we sat on a rock, and we each used one of my stockings to dry our feet. We walked along the path, away from the sea. As always, I stopped for a moment and looked at Lissadell House – so dark and huge. I remembered the first time I’d seen it, almost a year earlier. Back then I was so young and scared, but now I marched towards it, a little older, and not scared any more. ‘Now what will we do?’ asked Maeve as we walked. ‘Maybe Albert could take us for a drive? Or we could go to my room and play dress-up, or we could...…’ ‘I’d love to do both of those things, but I can’t. I should have been back at work ages ago, and if I don’t hurry up, Mrs Bailey will make a fuss.’ It didn’t matter how nice the weather was – I wasn’t supposed to be on the beach in the middle of the afternoon. I was supposed to be helping my friend Nellie to clean the drawing room. When Maeve and

I first became friends, she used to tell the housekeeper that she needed me to pose for a painting – which wasn’t really true at all. I’m not sure if Mrs Bailey ever believed her, but the servants felt sorry for Maeve, so Mrs Bailey never made a fuss. Nowadays, Maeve didn’t even bother to pretend – she just showed up and smiled at Mrs Bailey, and Mrs Bailey would shake her head at me and warn me not to be away for too long. ‘Sorry, Lily,’ said Maeve. ‘I forgot you had to go back to work. Are you very cross with me?’ I had been cross with her, but now she was smiling so sweetly, I couldn’t keep it up. ‘No,’ I said. ‘So we’re still friends?’ ‘Of course we are. Always!’ Now she smiled even more. She took my hand and together we skipped along the path. * **

I managed to avoid Mrs Bailey as I gathered my mop and bucket and hurried to the drawing room. Nellie was on her knees dusting under the dresser, but she looked up and smiled when she saw me. ‘Did you have a nice time with Maeve? Was the water very cold? Have you got sand in your stockings? I really hate that.’ I smiled back at her, realising how lucky I was to have Nellie as a friend. Other girls would feel jealous of my friendship with Maeve, and resent having to start on the rooms without me. Nellie wasn’t like that though. She always wanted me to have a nice time. ‘It was lovely,’ I said as I knelt down beside her and began to work. ‘The water was a little bit cold, but... Just then Lady Mary came into the room. Nellie and I put down our dusters and stood with our hands clasped in front of us, the way we had been taught. ‘Ah, there you are, Lily,’ said Lady Mary. ‘I was wondering how you are getting along with your little project for the Home Industries show? Didn’t you

say you are going to make a blouse for your mother?’ I put my head down. Lady Mary was very kind. She always asked about my family and encouraged me with my sewing. ‘I...I haven’t got started on it yet, Lady Mary,’ I said. ‘Why ever not?’ she said. ‘The show isn’t too far away now, and if you do your best work, I’m sure you have a very good chance of winning a prize.’ ‘I...’ ‘Had you forgotten all about it?’ ‘No…it’s just that...’ How could I begin to explain to this fine lady? How could she ever understand my life? Of course I haven’t forgotten about the home industries show – the prize for the best garment is three whole shillings! If I had three shillings, I’d buy cream for Mam’s sore hands – and maybe I could get some ribbons for my little sisters, and a few marbles for my brothers. But where am I supposed to find the time to sew that perfect garment? Mrs Bailey has me working all the hours –

when Nellie and I get to bed, we’re usually asleep within minutes –– on Friday I’m in the sewing school and on Saturdays when it’s my day off I travel home to see Mam and help her with jobs –– and Maeve is always asking me to spend time with her, and I like that but it doesn’t leave me with much time for sewing and... ‘Well?’ Lady Mary didn’t look cross –– she looked disappointed, which was far worse. But then, as she stared at me, it was almost as if she understood. ‘I know you work very hard, Lily,’ she said gently. ‘But if you can find the time at all, don’t forget you can take fabric and whatever else you need from the cupboard under the attic stairs.’ ‘Thank you, Lady Mary,’ I said. ‘You’re very kind.’ * * * That evening, Nellie came with me as I went to the fabric cupboard. ‘Oh my!’ she said when I opened the door. ‘This is

a real treasure trove. You’re so lucky, Lily.’ ‘Would you like to sew something too?’ I said. ‘I’m sure Lady Mary would let you...’ ‘Not me,’ she laughed. ‘My stitches aren’t neat like yours. I can mend sheets, but that’s about all. If I put something in the Home Industries show I’d be the laugh of the whole estate.’ ‘If anyone laughs at you, I’ll thump them,’ I said, but I didn’t argue. Nellie had many great talents, but sewing wasn’t one of them. The two of us leaned in and touched the stacks of fabric – so soft and cool under our fingers. ‘This pink one,’ said Nellie. ‘No this green one – or maybe the yellow one with the stripes. What’s your Mam’s favourite colour?’ ‘She likes blue,’ I said, reaching in and pulling out a piece of cotton. We each took two corners and held the fabric out to the light. It was fine and soft and the colour of the sky on the best day of the year. ‘That’s the one,’ sighed Nellie. ‘It’s beautiful.’

‘You’re right,’ I said. ‘I can put a small frill on the neck, and puff out the sleeves, like on Lady Mary’s blouses. Mam won’t like anything too fancy, but I think I could get away with a few little things.’ As we folded the fabric and went downstairs for our supper, I couldn’t help feeling excited. I was going to make the blouse. I was going to win the home industries show. And Mam was going to be the finest lady in our village!