Of Angels and Eagles - more snippets

Susannah had brought his cot into the open air while she scrubbed the washing across the washboard in the wooden tub, wringing it and hanging it on the prop up line to the side of the house. Little Mary picked up the fallen purple flowers from under the white oak, sniffed them and then dropped them like gifts upon the feet of her baby brother.

Susannah hummed a simply tune she had heard some of the new convict women singing, but the words were what Susannah liked most and as she began to sing Mary shifted her weight from one little foot to another, jigging to the song,

“Ye London maids attend to me

While I relate my misery

Through London streets I oft have strayed

But now I am a Convict Maid..."