The Girls of Ennismore

The Girls of Ennismore

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The Girls of Ennismore by Patricia Falvey

Set in Ireland during the turbulent early 20th century, Patricia Falvey's sweeping novel explores an unlikely friendship between two girls of vastly different backgrounds, as each tries to overcome the barriers set by class and birthright...

On a June morning in 1900, Rosie Killeen crosses the road that divides her family's County Mayo farm from the estate of Lord and Lady Ennis, and makes her way to the "big house" for the first time. Barely eight years old, Rosie joins the throng of servants preparing for the arrival of Queen Victoria. But while the royal visit is a coup for Ennismore, a chance meeting on the grounds proves even more momentous for Rosie.

Victoria Bell, Lord and Lady Ennis's young daughter, is desperately lonely. Though the children of the gentry seldom fraternize with locals, Lord Ennis arranges for Rosie to join in Victoria's school lessons. For Rosie, the opportunity is exhilarating yet isolating. Victoria's governess and aunt, Lady Louisa, objects to teaching a peasant girl. The other servants resent Rosie's escape from the drudgery of life below stairs. Bright, strong-willed Rosie finds herself caught between her own people and the rarefied air of Ennismore—especially as she grows closer to Victoria's older brother, Valentine.

As they near womanhood, the girls' friendship is interrupted. Victoria is bound for a coming out season in Dublin, and Rosie must find a way to support her family. But Ireland is changing too. The country's struggle for Home Rule, the outbreak of the Great War, and a looming Easter rebellion in Dublin all herald a new era. Not even Ennismore can escape unscathed. And for Rosie, family loyalty, love, friendship and patriotism will collide in life-changing ways, leading her through heartbreak and loss in search of her own triumphant independence.

Advance praise for The Girls of Ennismore

“An evocative, heartfelt story of how the bond of female friendship can survive and thrive through adversity. Beautifully drawn, full of rich historical detail, and with a truest Irish sense of place, I was seduced from page one.” —Kate Kerrigan, New York Times bestselling author of Ellis Island

“Two friends, born of vastly different worlds, dare to defy convention and the strict bindings of societal class in Falvey’s latest novel. Rich in authentic historical and Irish detail, The Girls of Ennismore is a compelling story of love, duty, and reinvention, highlighting the vast rewards—or grave consequences—of following one’s heart. Fans of Downton Abbey will devour this sweeping tale.” —Kristina McMorris, New York Times bestselling author of The Edge of Lost

“A captivating portrayal of life in Ireland—above and below stairs—during the years leading up to the Great War and the Irish rebellion. Engaging, atmospheric and packed with rich historical detail. I thoroughly enjoyed The Girls of Ennismore.” —Hazel Gaynor, author of The Girl from The Savoy

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781496709950
Publisher: Kensington
Publication date: 03/28/2017
Pages: 448
Sales rank: 82,965
Product dimensions: 5.40(w) x 8.20(h) x 1.20(d)

About the Author

Patricia Falvey is the author of The Yellow House and The Linen Queen. Born and raised in Ireland, she currently lives in Dallas, Texas. Readers can visit her website at PatriciaFalveyBooks.com.

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The Girls of Ennismore


By Patricia Falvey

KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.

Copyright © 2017 Patricia Falvey
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ISBN: 978-1-4967-0996-7



CHAPTER 1

The sun was not yet up when eight-year-old Rosie Killeen pulled the door of her family cottage closed behind her and stood shivering in the morning chill. Usually she enjoyed venturing out alone in the early hours, but this morning was different. Anxiously she looked around for her friend — a black and white collie with a bent ear. Only when he trotted up beside her and sniffed her hand did she begin to walk.

Taking a deep breath, she set off barefoot down over the shadowy fields with her new lace-up boots tucked securely under one arm. Cows peered over low stone walls watching her with limpid curiosity. Broody hens warbled as they squatted on their eggs, while an angry rooster, his morning call preempted, followed her for a time, pecking at her feet.

She slowed her pace as she neared the narrow, rutted road that separated the Killeen farm from the Ennis Estates. The bravery she had felt when she boasted to her ma that she could make the journey alone was gone. Now she fought the urge to turn and race back up to the safety of her cottage and kneel beside her mother as she thrust a skillet of soda bread into the big turf fire. The urge passed and she walked across the road and up to the tall, wrought-iron gate that guarded the Ennis Estates. She stood looking up at it, clutching her boots even tighter under her arm and biting her lip. Squaring her shoulders, she pushed hard against it. As it creaked open she turned to her dog.

"Go home now, Rory, there's a good boy."

The dog looked up at her with mournful eyes and began to whimper.

"You can't come where I'm going, Rory. You don't belong there."

The gate opened onto a dark, twisting, tree-lined avenue and into a strange and terrifying world. Ghosts from stories she had heard around the family fireside leered at her from behind the gnarled beech trees — headless horsemen, howling hunting dogs, tortured souls rising from their graves. She hurried on, looking neither left nor right, her heart thumping in her chest.

As the avenue gave way to open pastureland she slowed her pace, but still she did not dare raise her head. She heard the squelch of her toes on the damp grass beneath her, the gathering notes of birds preparing for their dawn chorus, and the faint squawks of wildfowl from the distant lake. The familiar sounds calmed her a little and she allowed herself to look up. There ahead of her sitting on top of a gentle hill and surrounded by smooth green lawns stood the "Big House," its lime-washed stone bathed pink in the pale dawn light.

She stopped. For all the stories she had heard from her family and neighbors about the Big House, she had not been prepared for its beauty. It rose three stories above its basement, its lines square and clean, its tall windows equally spaced on either side of a massive, white oak front door. It looked like something from a fairy tale. Rosie let go of her fear and allowed herself to imagine princesses inside singing fanciful songs and sipping tea from dainty china cups. Small waves of pleasure flowed through her as she stood, lost in her imagination.

Distant shouts startled her and she remembered why she had come. Reluctantly, she tore her eyes away from the house, stepped out of her imagination, and bent down to pull on her boots, carefully tying the laces. Straightening up, she tucked her black curls behind her ears and smoothed out her striped, cotton smock hoping no one would notice where Ma had carefully mended it. She took a deep breath and, remembering Ma's directions, hurried along the path and under the archway that led to the stables and courtyard. By the time she ducked in through the kitchen door at the rear of the house her sweet fantasies had evaporated.

The heat of the kitchen slammed into her like a fist, knocking her backward. Fire roared in a massive black oven on top of which steaming pots shuddered. The cook stood at a wooden table in the center of the kitchen, shouting instructions at a young maid. A boy shoveled coal into the oven to keep the fire going. Maids and footmen rushed in and out fetching and carrying buckets and mops, dishes and linens. Gardeners hauled in baskets of vegetables, while a gamekeeper tossed a brace of dead fowl on the kitchen table. The girl watched them, fascinated.

"Who are you?" the cook shouted.

Rosie looked up in awe at the giant of a woman with black hair and ruddy cheeks who frowned down at her.

"Rosie Killeen, miss."

"Ah, you'd be Bridie's sister come to help out. How old are you?"

"Eight last month, miss."

"Old enough, then. Well, don't be standing there like a spare dinner. Make yourself useful. Start peeling them spuds."

Rosie swallowed hard. "Yes, miss."

At ten o'clock the house steward came into the kitchen and clapped his hands. "Everyone up to the front steps," he shouted. "Her Majesty Queen Victoria is about to arrive. Come quickly, now. You know your places."

The female servants smoothed their uniforms with red hands and arranged unruly hair under caps while the men dusted themselves down and stood erect. One by one they marched to the back stairs that led up into the main house. Rosie lined up behind them, but the firm pressure of the house steward's hand on her shoulder stopped her.

"You stay here," he said.

Rosie's heart sank.

When the kitchen was empty Rosie looked around. There were no windows in the room or in the adjoining servants' hall. She was frustrated. How was she going to see the queen? After all, such a prospect was the reason she agreed to come and help at the Big House — that and the four pence her sister Bridie had promised her for her work. She tiptoed out of the kitchen to explore. Minutes later she pressed her face to the small basement window in the house steward's private quarters. She peered through the dusty panes, fingering a bullet hole in one of them.

From her vantage point, if she craned her neck enough, she could see the people assembled on the front steps of the house. A finely dressed man and woman she took to be Lord and Lady Ennis, the master and mistress of the Big House, stood together on the bottom steps. Crowded behind them were their guests, colorful as peacocks. Stretched across the bottom of the steps, to one side of their employers, were the servants arranged strictly in order of importance — the house steward standing closest to the master, and the scullery maid the farthest away.

At the clatter of approaching carriages Rosie stood on tiptoe. Gravel hopped and skittered under its wheels as the first carriage, drawn by four glistening black horses and driven by a coachman in a top hat, halted in front of the house. Her eyes followed him as he climbed down, opened the door, and extended his hand to help the female occupant alight. So this was Queen Victoria. Rosie drew back from the window in disappointment. She had imagined the queen would be a beautiful lady with a cloak of red and a golden crown. But instead, out of the carriage had stepped a fat, stern-looking old woman in a stiff black taffeta dress, and in place of a crown, an ugly lace cap. She was attended by an equally dour lady-in-waiting. Leaning on a walking stick, the old woman limped to the bottom of the steps where Lord and Lady Ennis, their guests, and servants greeted her.

Rosie was indignant. All this commotion over that oul' biddy? she thought. You'd think she was the Pope himself. She remembered her sister, Bridie, a maid at the Big House, telling their ma how the whole place was in an uproar over the visit and how everything had to be scrubbed and polished and the servants' uniforms immaculate as nuns' habits. Rosie didn't understand it at all. Then she thought of the four pence Bridie had promised her for today's work and she grinned, dimples punching her red cheeks.

It was June 1900. Queen Victoria was making a rare visit to Ireland and had agreed to include a stop at Ennismore, which was the proper name for the Big House, in her itinerary. She was, however, only staying for lunch. Rosie counted at least six courses, all on different plates, sent up to the dining room in a contraption the servants called a dumb waiter. How could anybody eat all that food in one sitting? That amount would have kept her family fed for a month. Only when the queen took her leave at three o'clock did the cook collapse on a chair and bend over to rub her sore feet.

"Well, her majesty can't complain we sent her away hungry," she sighed. "From what the footmen said, she scraped every last morsel off every plate." She laughed aloud. "Fair play to herself. She's not fretting over her figure like some in this house!"

When she had carried out the last bucket of potato peelings and dumped them in the pigpen, Rosie stood in the kitchen and looked around. Ever since she was old enough to understand, she knew that one day she would have to go to work at the Big House, just as her sister, Bridie, had done a few years before. It was the lot of most Irish country girls to enter into domestic service at the nearest Big House and to count herself grateful for the chance. Short of entering the convent, or obtaining a rare scholarship to secondary school, there was little choice. Rosie's ma had worked at Ennismore before she married, and her ma before her. A wave of nausea rose up inside her and she reached for a stool. She told herself that the convent would be a better choice any day than the likes of this.

"You can go now," said the cook. "No point sitting there on your arse."

Emboldened by her resolve never to set foot back in this place, Rosie put out her hand. "Where's me wages?" she said, looking up at her. "Me sister, Bridie, said I was to get four pence."

The cook's ruddy face turned crimson. "Did ye ever hear such boldness?" she roared. "Away with you now before I box the ears off you. You'll settle that matter up with Bridie."

The air outside was cool and fresh. Rosie took several deep breaths and decided to take the long way home along the path beside the lake. Lough Conn was the largest lake in County Mayo and ran along the edge of the Ennis Estates property. When she was very young, her granda used to take her out fishing in a small, wooden rowing boat called a currach. He was dead now, and her da, a tenant farmer beholden to Lord Ennis, had little time for such outings. She stood at the lake's edge and looked out over its still blue waters to Mount Nephin, which rose smoky purple on the far shore, lost in her own thoughts.

A faint movement behind her made her turn. Standing a few yards away was a girl about her own age. She had long blond hair tied with a pale blue ribbon that matched her beautiful dress. As Rosie stared at her she saw that the girl was crying. She marched up to her.

"What's wrong with you?" she said.

"My boat," the girl whimpered. "I let go of the string and it's sailed away and now I can't reach it." She pointed to where a small object floated near the shore.

"Go in after it, then," said Rosie. "Sure I can see it from here."

"I'm afraid of the water," the girl whispered.

Rosie looked at her in astonishment. She'd never met anyone who was afraid of water. She and her brothers and sister swam in the local streams without a thought.

"Did nobody ever teach you how to swim?"

"Oh, what shall I do?" cried the girl. "It was a birthday present from the queen. Oh, Mama will be so angry."

"Ah, for God's sake," said Rosie, mimicking her ma's favorite expression.

Swiftly she pulled off her dress and boots and, clad only in her petticoat, waded into the water and swam a few strokes. She retrieved the boat and swam back to the shore. "Here," she said, handing it over to the girl.

The child looked at Rosie wide-eyed. "What's your name?"

"Rosie Killeen. What's yours?"

"Victoria Bell. I'm named after the queen. She gave me this for my birthday. It's today."

"What age are you?" said Rosie.

"Seven."

"I'm eight."

Rosie studied the toy boat that the girl held. It was painted blue and white and was a perfect replica of an ocean liner, the sort of toy only a rich child would own. It dawned on Rosie then that the girl belonged to the Big House.

Both girls stood for a moment locked in each other's gaze. At last Rosie broke the spell.

"I have to be away now," she said. Picking up her dress and boots, she fled across the green lawns, down the twisting path, out through the estate gate, and back to the safety of her own farm.


* * *

Victoria Bell watched Rosie Killeen disappear into the distance. She hugged the toy boat to her chest, ignoring the damp patch it made on her dress. She wondered for a moment if the girl was a fairy like the ones in her storybooks, but she hoped she was real. Victoria had met very few girls her own age and Rosie Killeen was not like any of them. She doubted if she was like any other girl in the whole world. What other girl would be as fearless as to strip off her clothes without a care and dive fearlessly into the lake? Victoria was fascinated. She decided then and there that Rosie must become her friend.

"Please, Papa. Please!" she begged her father the next day as she walked with him in the garden. "Why can't she be my friend? I have no one to play with. I'm so lonely, Papa."

Victoria gazed up at Lord Ennis, widening her blue eyes in a practiced manner that usually bore results. She knew that her papa had a soft spot for her that did not extend to her two older brothers. She had learned early how to use it to her benefit.

"Have you asked your mama?"

Victoria stiffened. The very thought of making such a request of her mama terrified her. She shook her head.

"No, Papa," she whispered.

Lord Ennis nodded. "I thought not."

Victoria slipped her hand into his as they walked in silence back toward the house. Without understanding why, she instinctively knew what she asked for was risky. Such a request was far beyond begging for a new toy, or to be allowed to ride with Papa on one of his prize horses, or to stay up late to watch the guests dance at the annual Christmas Ball at Ennismore. She loved her papa dearly and was suddenly anxious that her request might cause trouble for him.

When they reached the front steps she squeezed his hand. "Don't worry, Papa," she said. "It's all right if you have to say no."

Her father smiled down at her, love brimming in his eyes.

The following evening Victoria hid in the library, her eye pressed to a keyhole through which she could observe the family dining room. Normally she would not have dared take such a risk, but her encounter with Rosie Killeen had emboldened her. If Rosie could have been so brave as to dive into the lake, then she, Victoria, could certainly spy on her family. Her heart fluttered as she watched Papa lead her mother into the room, followed by her aunt and governess, Lady Louisa. She hoped against hope that her father would bring up her request and that he would prevail. After all, her mama, Lady Ennis, was in excellent form following Queen Victoria's visit, cheerful and jubilant, unlike her normally stern demeanor. Perhaps Papa might be able to take advantage of her rare good mood.

"A triumph if I may say so," said Lady Althea Ennis as she sat down at the dining table, beaming at her husband and sister. "I actually persuaded her majesty on one of her rare visits to Ireland to journey from Dublin to visit us here at Ennismore. I daresay no other hostess in Ireland could have achieved such a coup."

Lady Louisa glared at her sister. "You may call it a triumph, Thea, but I can hardly believe how you were willing to embarrass the family with your scandalous letter-writing campaign, not only to the queen but to her closest associates, most of whom you did not even know. How could you have groveled so? I'm sure we are all the laughingstock of London."

"Perhaps," said Lady Ennis, "but we are the envy of the Anglo-Irish aristocracy all over Ireland."

Lord Ennis grunted. "A triumph perhaps, Thea, but a very costly one."

His wife waved her hand at him in frustration. "Must you always reduce everything to money, Edward? It's so vulgar."

"Vulgar or not, we cannot ignore reality, Thea. You know very well the estates are not bringing in the revenue we once enjoyed and ..."

"Please, not at dinner, Edward," interrupted Lady Ennis. "Such topics bring on my headaches."

Victoria watched nervously as Burke, the house steward, and a footman served soup, followed by fish and meat courses. Her family ate in silence. Had Papa ruined Mama's mood by bringing up money? She sighed and focused on her father as if just by staring at him she could make him speak. Please, Papa, she pleaded silently, please say something soon.

Lord Ennis had once been a handsome man, rugged and bearded, an outdoorsman whose love of horses and hunting had endeared him to his fellows who flocked to Ennismore for weekend sport. Now at fifty, his looks had begun to fade, his once-lithe figure running to fat. His thick dark hair had grown sparse, and a slight paunch now pressed against his shirt buttons. Nonetheless he retained the attractiveness of a man at ease with his place in society.

He pushed his empty plate away from him, signaled the footman to remove it, and turned to his wife.


(Continues...)

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Table of Contents

Contents

Praise for the novels of Patricia Falvey,
Title Page,
Copyright Page,
Dedication,
PART ONE - School Days,
PART TWO - Separation,
PART THREE - Dublin,
PART FOUR - Rebellion,
PART FIVE - The Girls of Ennismore Homecoming,
Author's Note,
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS,
THE GIRLS OF ENNISMORE,
DISCUSSION QUESTIONS,

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The Girls of Ennismore 4.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 10 reviews.
nanaoftwo 6 months ago
Just finished this book and highly recommend it. I had to be careful when I picked it up, as I would not be able to put it down.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
With the details, I could picture everything happening. Never a dull moment. Very good read!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Well worth a read! Don't pass this one up.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I was caught up from the first page of the novel "The Girls of Ennismore". The story of the two girls of such diverse backgrounds made captivating reading. I found I had a hard time putting down the book for even short periods of time. Add the factor of also having historical details added made the story come alive. I also thought the ending and outcome of the two girls lives a beautiful way to end the novel. Toni Warthan
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved the mix of romance, suspence, and history!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved the book! So imaginatively written& compellingly so! The characters came to life in a loving way-- with all their foibles, they stole my heart! The historical plot was revealing and informative! Wonderful Read!!!!
KrisAnderson_TAR More than 1 year ago
The Girls of Ennismore by Patricia Falvey is set in Ireland in June of 1900. Rosie Killeen is eight years old and is earning a little extra money by helping at the Ennis estate or as the locals call it the “big house”. Queen Victoria will be stopping at the house and extra help is needed in the kitchen. On the way home, Rosie encounters Victoria Bell (7 years old) who needs some assistance. Victoria is the daughter of Lord and Lady Ennis. After helping Victoria, Rosie heads home. Rosie is unaware of it, but this accidental meeting will forever change her life. Victoria is greatly impressed by Rosie and asks her Father to let her take lessons with her. Victoria is lonely and would love to have a friend. Against Lady Althea Ennis’ protests, Lord Edward Ennis agrees to the arrangement. This is a great opportunity for Rosie, but one she does not want. Rosie soon joins Victoria at the big house for lessons with Lady Louisa, the girl’s’ tutor. Lady Louisa resents being forced to teach Rosie and sets out to make it miserable for her. Over the years, the girls grow closer. But when Victoria heads off for her first season in Dublin, these two young women are head off on separate paths. Rosie, though, is in an unusual position. She is not gentry, but she has the education. She is not a servant, but her family is poor. Rosie is caught between these two very different worlds and does not know where she belongs. It is especially difficult that she is attracted to Valentine Bell, Victoria’s brother. Rosie is not considered a suitable mate for Valentine. Rosie must find a way to earn money for her family and find her place in the world during these tumultuous times in Ireland. The Home Rule (who are fighting for Irish independence) is gaining popularity in Ireland and the first World War is starting to break out in Europe. To find out what happens to Rosie and Victoria, you need to read The Girls of Ennismore. The Girls of Ennismore is nicely written, had a good pace, and was easy to read. I found the book to be engaging. My interest was captured and held throughout the story. The author did a great job at bringing this period of time to life for me. I appreciated the setting of Ireland. So many novels have been set in England, so this was a nice change of pace. The Girls of Ennismore reminds me of Upstairs Downstairs (the show), A Woman of Substance (the book by Barbara Taylor Bradford) and Downton Abbey (you will think of Branson when reading this book). I give The Girls of Ennismore 4 out of 5 stars. There were a couple of slow sections, but they were minimal. Rosie attitude was challenging as she got older (in other words, she annoyed me), but it was understandable (most of the time). I was happy to see her character develop emotionally as she got older. The ending is so sweet. I am definitely checking out Patricia Falvey’s other novels.
Deb-Krenzer More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed reading this book. It was interesting to read about the 1916 Irish uprisings. It was sad that they didn't even have enough weapons to fight and that the uprising only lasted about two days, if that. Then everyone who fought went to jail. I am still a little perturbed about how Rosie was treated. I understand it to some degree since she came from a poor family, but they educated her and then treated her like a slave and sometimes worse. I really felt sorry for her. About 1/4 of the way through the book, I had enough of Lady Ennis and I was glad of the way Lord Ennis' sister treated her. She deserved worse. The only thing she was good at was complaining. What a miserable woman. Which leads me to say I loved the ending and I was glad that I requested the book and got to read it. Thanks to Kensington Books for approving my request and to Net Galley for providing me with a free e-galley in exchange for an honest review.
PegGlover More than 1 year ago
The Girls of Ennismore is a beautifully written, heart-wrenching novel that touches the soul. I was drawn into the story and the character’s lives, right from the start. I didn't want to put the book down, not even for a moment.  John Killeen was poor and rented farmland from Lord Ennis. All of John’s daughters worked at Ennismore, aka, the Big House, to maintain the family household. When Rosie Killeen turned eight, she made her way up to the Big House kitchen to work, like her sisters had. But, Rosie didn’t stay working there for long. Victoria Bell, Lord Ennis’s daughter, talked her father into permitting her to have Rosie as a friend. Lord Ennis shocked his wife when he declared that Rosie Killeen, whom Lady Althea Ennis considered to be a peasant, would be coming into their home and befriending their daughter. Rosie was never asked whether she wanted to become Victoria’s friend or take classes with her at Ennismore, but her thoughts on the matter didn’t count. The two girls, however, did end up becoming the best of friends until Victoria started her season. Rosie was crushed when Victoria didn't invite her along as her companion. She burned with embarrassment when she had to return to the Big House and work as a servant. Although Rosie knew, that her close association with Victoria’s brother, Valentine, could never become a true relationship, she was still shattered when he left her. But, Rosie’s self-esteem lifted once again, when she aspired to make the best out of her lot in life, rather than set her heart on an unattainable dream. It was a difficult time, though, when Rosie struck out on her own. It was the time of the Uprising when the Native Irish started to band together and come up against the English, and the Aristocrats who had stolen their land. The Girls of Ennismore brought a dark segment of Ireland's history alive for me. This poignant novel is superbly written with razor-sharp details and raw emotion. The Girls of Ennismore pulled at my heart and captivated my interest until the end. Highly recommended. Thank you, Kensington Books and NetGalley, for my advanced review copy.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Ireland - 1900 Rosie Killeen, age 8, lives on the Killeen farm near the Ennis Estates. She has come to the Big House on the Ennis Estates to work temporarily in the kitchen. They are scurrying around in preparation for a visit from Queen Victoria. But Rosie is disappointed at the sight of the old, fat Queen dressed in black. Rosie’s sister, Bridie, woks at the Big House and soon Rosie will be working there full time as well. When out walking one day, Rosie meets Victoria Bell, age 7, who lives at the Ennis House. Victoria wants Rosie to be her friend so her mother reluctantly agrees that Rosie can take lessons with Victoria and her governess. While Victoria can’t wait for Rosie to arrive, Rosie doesn’t want to go. But go she does. Even with the snide comments Rosie gets from the teacher, she excels in reading, learning French, and how to play the piano. More and more she begins to imitate Victoria to become a lady. Valentine, Victoria’s second oldest brother has not done well at school or any other positions he has tried. But he and Rosie have become good friends. When it comes time for Victoria’s season in Dublin, her mother refuses to allow Rosie to accompany her. With Victoria gone, Rosie is at loose ends with nothing to do. Her sister is a maid at the Big House but Rosie feels that with her education, that type of work would be beneath her. However, when her sister becomes ill, Rosie has to take her place to make money for her family. Soon Rosie realizes that the love that she and Valentine now share is not to be and that she will always be just a maid. She then decides it is time to move to Dublin and start a new life there. The story follows Rosie and Victoria as their lives touch one another over the years and the pain both women face during the difficult time of the Easter Rebellion in Dublin which tore apart so many lives. This is a long saga about life in Ireland in the early 20th century. It depicts the decline of the aristocracy and the many class changes that took place around the time of World War I. I thoroughly enjoyed this book and highly recommend it. The characters are so real and the way the author threaded actual historical events into the story is so very well done. Don’t miss this book. Copy provided by the publisher via NetGalley in exchange for a fair and honest review.