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‘You’ll break your neck if you crane it any farther,’ Gil said grinning at Ferdy. He buckled the straps to his concertina and stowed it out of the way, intent on getting over to the cake before it had all disappeared.
Ferdy waved off his comments as he stood on tiptoe and watched Ginger as she brought the children back to Miz Rose and Sam. He saw her look around a little as if searching for someone.
‘G’wan, Ferdy,’ Gil urged him. ‘Get her a piece of cake and a cup of cider. The boys and I will play a nice tune for you in a little while . . . you can ask her to dance . . . Shoo!’ He gave Ferdy a little nudge in the direction of the desserts . . .
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If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world – J.R.R. Tolkien
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