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Barbara Petrie 17 he’d let Irena think she and Ella and Lola, came first. But Arkie had been keen from the start. He’d made a point of sharing with her all the information he could about New Zealand and its great outdoor life style: fresh air, native bush, long coastal beaches, a mountain range that ran the length of the South Island. They could go tramping together, could climb in the SouthernAlps.And the climate was agreeable: temperate; New Zealand was sunnier than England. Soon after looking at the immigration pamphlets, a trade journal arrived in the mail, advertising a position in Christchurch—sounded perfect! Ralph applied for and landed the job as senior tailor at Peterson and Sons, Hereford Street. And there was the option of taking a lease on a house at Loam, a rural township within easy reach of Christchurch. Everything looked rosy. ‘I’ll take care of youArkie, I promise,’Ralph said in a letter addressed to her boarding house, giving news of his new position. ‘Lucky you have a job to go to,’ she replied. He wrote again assuring her that shorthand typists were in real demand in New Zealand, and that she’d soon find work. Within two months of the interviews with the New Zealand High Commissioner, word came of the Randal family’s acceptance as immigrants. At Fishergate, the sign Randal & Randal, Tailors to the Gentry, added a notice: FOR SALE. By the end of February, a few weeks after Satina’s eighteenth birthday, the business was sold. Soon Ralph would hand over the keys of the old family establishment and it would be goodbye to the home above the shop. There was a frenzy of sorting and packing. Within six weeks Ralph, Irena, Ella and Lola were ready to leave for London. A cottage had been secured with a six-month lease not far from the Tailors’ and Cutters’ Academy where Ralph signed up as a part-time tutor. Arkie would move from her lodging at the London boarding house to join the family at the cottage, commuting by bus to her job at the Pink Rose Charitable Society. After eight years Arkie was returning to the fold. Was it really that long since Irena had connived to send Arkie away? Without any good reason she’d wanted her out of the way. It wasn’t hard

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