baverstock's

Updated: May 28, 2025

Corporal Richard Baverstock, Widow Baverstock's only son, and the father of Matilda Ann, the three-year-old darling of the village, had returned from the wars with a very brown face, a medal, two or three honourable scars, and, it was whispered, a pocketful of "dibs."

M.E. (Mrs. Francis Blundell) Francis - North, South and over the Sea

Billy Caines a Darset man same as myself. Him and me was reg'lar pals out there, wasn't we, Bill?" "I d' 'low we was," responded Private Caines, after ceremoniously pumping Mrs. Baverstock's hand up and down. "We did fight side by side, and we was wounded side by side, and we was a-layin' side by side for weeks in the field hospital, wasn't us, Dick?"

M.E. (Mrs. Francis Blundell) Francis - North, South and over the Sea

Baverstock's beady eyes became momentarily dim; she did not possess by nature a very large amount of intuition, but love is a wonderful sharpener of wits. "Dear, yes," she said. "She be the very pictur' of her mother." Then, suddenly bursting out laughing and clapping her hands together, "So that were the girl ye left behind ye!" Mrs.

M.E. (Mrs. Francis Blundell) Francis - North, South and over the Sea

Two village mothers exchanged glances of tender approbation, for, clinging to Corporal Baverstock's hand, and taking preposterously long steps in the endeavour to keep pace with his strides, was Tilly Ann, in her best starched white frock, and with her yellow hair curled in a greater profusion of corkscrew ringlets than her granny had ever yet achieved.

M.E. (Mrs. Francis Blundell) Francis - North, South and over the Sea