Mrs Atkins, delighted by the prospect.
‘Wonderful. So can you start from tomorrow?’
‘Of course. I’ll be here by half past nine to set things up. Now I must go and play with little Patricia, as I promised.’ She turned to the little girl who was tugging at her skirt. Mrs Atkins nodded and left her to it.
The rest of the afternoon passed quickly. Joan wondered whether after the war was over, she might be able to get some kind of paid job looking after children. Perhaps she could even train as a primary school teacher? Would Father accept that as suitable employment for one of his daughters? Probably not, unless it was a private school for children from rich families. He wouldn’t want her mixing with children from the working classes, would he? She put the thoughts out of her mind and concentrated on the children and their games. One by one each child was collected and Joan was gratified to discover that some of them didn’t want to leave her. Mrs Atkins informed each mother of the new opening hours for the playgroup as they left, while Valerie scowled and packed up early.
Jack was waiting outside for her at four o’clock, as he had promised. She smiled shyly as she came down the entrance steps and took his arm.
‘Did you have a good afternoon?’ he asked.
‘Oh yes! I have a new job, running the playgroup. From tomorrow morning I’ll be in charge of it. I have all sorts of ideas—rather than just play with the same toys every time I think the children could draw, or make things, or play party games.’
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