The Orphan Twins by Lesley Eames
is an engaging historical novel. Lily Tomkins and her twin brother, Artie live
with their Gran on Jessey Street in Bermondsey in 1910. Lily is just ten years old when she notices
that Gran is unwell. Gran passes within
a year leaving the twins with just each other.
Artie is fortunate to have found a benefactor in Mr. Crispin
Alderton. He agrees to take in Artie and
provide him with an excellent education which will allow him to obtain a good
position later. Lily is sent to Booth’s
Cottage Schools in Sevenoaks where she will train for life as a domestic. The twins will need to work hard to get ahead
and fight to keep in touch with each other.
I thought The Orphan Twins was well-written and it moved along at a good
pace. The characters are developed, and
I enjoyed following the twins’ journey.
We get to see how differently boys and girls were treated. The Orphan Twins is told from Lily’s
point-of-view. Lily Tomkins is smart, and
she knows that she wants more out of her life.
Artie is given a great opportunity (one Lily would have loved) and Lily
encourages Artie to accept it. The
education of a boy was considered a higher priority than that of a female. We get to see the differences in the twins’
lifestyle. I thought the author captured
the time-period with the clothing, books, attitudes, and historical
events. There are great descriptions of London
and the scenic places the characters visited.
Lesley Eames brought the setting to life with her vivid word
imagery. The Orphan Twins is an
emotional novel about love, family, trust, friends, and hope. We get to see good times and the bad (make
sure to have tissues handy). The ending
was just lovely. My favorite phrases
from The Orphan Twins is, “It isn’t how much money a person has that
matters. It’s what’s in their hearts.”
The Orphan Twins is a captivating historical
novel with a raging war, fine friends, tons of tea, romantic despairs, ingenious
ideas, and steadfast siblings.
Excerpt
‘How
much would this errand cost?’ Mr Higgins asked, when Lily took his washing
round and announced that she was running errands for people.
‘Just
a halfpenny,’ Lily told him. None of their neighbours were rich so she knew she
was unlikely to get any business if she asked for more. ‘I can fetch things
like cigarettes and milk or shoes from the cobbler. Or I can post letters. You
know you can trust me. I’m Maggie Tomkins’s granddaughter, after all.’
‘Hmm.’
He gave her a long look as she stood before his chair, hands clasped behind her
back. ‘All right. You can fetch me ten Woodbines from Welby’s. Be quick about
it or I might think you’ve gone off with my money.’
He
gave her two shillings. Lily raced to the corner shop, bought the cigarettes
and raced back to hand them to Mr Higgins along with his change which he
counted carefully. ‘You haven’t taken your halfpenny,’ he pointed out.
‘I
thought I should wait for you to give it to me.’ He
pushed a halfpenny across the table and Lily picked it up. ‘Thanks. Maybe I’ll
call tomorrow and see if you have any more errands for me.’
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| A half penny coin |
‘I’m
not promising I’ll have any.’
‘I
can ask, though, can’t I?’
‘I
suppose you can. Knock on the window and I’ll beckon you in if I need you.’
Lily
took the halfpenny home and wrapped it in an old sock. By the end of the first
week she had seven halfpennies in there – three from Mr Higgins, two from his
neighbour, Mrs Platt, and two from Mr Wright across the road.
Gran
seemed no worse but neither did she seem any better. She was eating little and
looked terribly tired in unguarded moments. She also looked deeply relieved for
all the help Lily was giving but she fired up one afternoon when she and Lily
were alone and Lily asked, ‘Feeling all right, Gran?’ ‘’Course
I am!’ Gran insisted.
Lily
regretted asking the question because Gran got up and busied herself instead of
resting for a moment over a cup of tea. Lily was sure Gran still wasn’t back to
her old self, but some illnesses took a while to pass and Lily hoped Gran’s was
one of them.
Even
so, she made it known to her customers that she was available for
errand-running in the mornings too. It meant getting up very early to fill the
copper and set it to boil, put washing in the dolly tub or the old tin bath to
soak, mix starch, scrub grubby collars and cuffs, and eat breakfast too, moving
quickly while trying to look as though she wasn’t rushing at all.
She
encouraged Artie to leave for school sooner than was really needed by
suggesting he’d like to play with his pals then, as soon as he’d joined them,
she’d say, ‘Don’t be late,’ and hasten away as though going to see her own
friends, Gertie and Ruth. In reality she’d race off to get her errands done
before running back to school in time for the starting bell.
By
the end of the second week the money in the sock totalled eightpence. By the
end of the third week there was a shilling and thruppence.
Gran
still wasn’t better. No matter how hard she was trying to hide it, the signs
were there. Less washing was coming in and yet Gran was behind with it. There
were occasional creases in ironing that used to be perfect, little food in the
house and Gran herself seemed… smaller somehow. Not the vigorous Maggie Tomkins
of old.
For all that she was trying to leave Gran her
pride, Lily couldn’t help speaking out again when she caught Gran’s worn hands
rubbing her middle as though trying to soothe pain. ‘I wish you’d tell me if
you have a belly ache.’ ‘Only
a bit of wind, Lil.’
It
was more serious than wind. Lily was certain now. She wished she knew how much
it would cost for Gran to see a doctor, but asking any of their neighbours
would arouse their suspicions about why she wanted to know and word might get
back to Gran. Perhaps when Lily had three shillings in the sock she’d speak to
Gran about seeing someone.