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First published in Great Britain by William Collins Sons & Co. Ltd in 1976
This edition published by HarperCollins Children’s Books in 2020
Published in this ebook edition in 2020
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Source ISBN: 9780007349616
Ebook Edition © Feb 2020 ISBN: 9780008244071
Version: 2020-02-26
To Sophie, who liked Thursday’s Child
Monday’s child is fair of face,
Tuesday’s child is full of grace,
Wednesday’s child is full of woe,
Thursday’s child has far to go,
Friday’s child is loving and giving,
Saturday’s child works hard for a living,
And the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.
– Anonymous
Contents
Chapter One: Far to Go
Chapter Two: The Postcard
Chapter Three: The Red Dress
Chapter Four: The Interview
Chapter Five: About the Play
Chapter Six: Katie
Chapter Seven: The Calendar
Chapter Eight: Miss Grey has a Plan
Chapter Nine: Her Ladyship Hears the Story
Chapter Ten: Lessons
Chapter Eleven: Rehearsals
Chapter Twelve: Licences
Chapter Thirteen: A Letter
Chapter Fourteen: Christmas
Chapter Fifteen: Precautions
Chapter Sixteen: A Scare
Chapter Seventeen: Margaret’s Gone!
Chapter Eighteen: The Search Begins
Chapter Nineteen: A Telegram for Liza
Chapter Twenty: The Prisoner
Chapter Twenty-one: The Search Goes On
Chapter Twenty-two: Hope
Chapter Twenty-three: Queen Eliza
Chapter Twenty-four: A Whistle in the Dark
Chapter Twenty-five: The End
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Every day when she arrived at the theatre Margaret would feel a sort of blown-up feeling inside because she was so happy. To other people there might not seem much about the theatre to make her happy, for it was only a tent. It had started life – many years before – with a little family circus who had grandly called it ‘The Big Top’. That circus had done well so the owner had bought a bigger tent and had advertised for a buyer for his old one. The advertisement had been seen by Mr Fortescue, actor-manager of the Fortescue Comedy Company, who acted in what was called a fit-up theatre, that is to say, they put up a stage and curtains and acted in any building which could be rented where they could find an audience. It was the proudest moment in Mr Fortescue’s life when in 1895 he had bought the big tent and had had ‘Fortescue Comedy Company’ painted on it.
Margaret could not go to the theatre until the afternoons for she had to attend the local school. She did not mind, for she loved school, not just for the lessons but because she was special there. Not that she needed to be told she was special, for she had always known that she was. Who else had been found in a basket when they were a baby with three of everything, all of the very best quality? Who else had a card sent with her which said, ‘This is Margaret Thursday whom I entrust to your care’? Who else had received fifty-two golden sovereigns each year for her keep? Margaret knew it was not because of this romantic start to her life that the children admired her, it was because they had seen her act Little Lord Fauntleroy and they thought she was wonderful.
Oddly enough, that part of Margaret who was proud of herself did not care if she was admired as an actress or not. Acting was a different thing altogether. It was something that came to you when you stepped on the stage that made you forget everything except the part you were acting, that made you believe what you were saying and turned all the other actors into the people they were meant to be so she never,