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1 " Blodwen Street and up to their own room, and, once there, examined Bernie’s dress for what felt like the umpteenth time. ‘It’s a good thing we allowed for growth, because though Bernie’s slim, I’m sure she’s taller than I was at nine,’ Claudia commented. She had taken the dress out of the wardrobe to examine it more closely and now returned it to its place. ‘I’m going to get up early tomorrow – really early – so I can get the breakfast on the go,’ she said. ‘Don’t worry about setting the alarm; I’ll give you a good shake and wake you up.’ As she spoke she was undressing, folding her garments neatly and placing them on the chair at the end of her bed, whilst Jenny took off her own clothes, slung them impatiently on the dressing table and rolled between the sheets with a deep sigh. ‘I’m worn out already, so God knows what I’ll be like by Saturday,’ she mumbled. ‘Good thing it’s not me getting married, because if someone else’s children wear me out, however would I cope with my own? "
― Katie Flynn , Heading Home
2 " smile fondly down into the cradle before returning to the farmyard. Grandpa Muldoon followed him, pausing in the doorway to remind the girls they were now in charge of the little ones. Then he closed the door quietly behind him and Jenny and Claudia returned to their contemplation of the babies, lying head "
3 " well. "
