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FREE SAPPHIRE BATTERSEA PDF Jacqueline Wilson,Nick Sharratt | 432 pages | 06 Aug 2012 | Random House Children's Publishers UK | 9780440869276 | English | London, United Kingdom Sapphire Battersea (Jacqueline Wilson) » Read Online Free Books Sapphire Battersea, p. He blinked his eyes in an exaggerated fashion. She Sapphire Battersea to see a bit more of the world than your kitchen and scullery, Mrs B, excellent and immaculate though they are. Well, take young Hetty off for a nice little walk, then. Just for an hour or Sapphire Battersea, mind. We have early supper now, seeing as one of us chooses to go out gallivanting of a Sunday evening, meddling with all sorts. Bertie rolled his eyes at me. How Sapphire Battersea you stand it, Hetty? He was wearing his Sunday best — a brown suit, a little tight, and shiny in the seat, with such a stiff starched collar he had to hold his head up high the whole time. 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I am Sapphire Battersea, but nobody calls me by my real name, not even my dear mother. Mama chose to call me Sapphire because my eyes were so blue when I was born. But even she calls me Hetty now. I hate the way they change all our names, making them up randomly. Hetty Feather! Everyone calls her Gristle, and consequently she is always a grump, like her name. I will publish my memoirs and make our fortune. Miss Smith will Sapphire Battersea me. My story will be turned into a proper book with gold lettering and a fancy picture on the front, just like all her own Sarah Smith stories published by the Religious Tract. Poor Mama had been forced to give me to the Foundling Hospital when I was a little baby because she had no means of supporting me. I was soon fostered out to the country. I lived with a kind family. I loved my foster mother and father and all my foster siblings. I especially adored my foster brother Jem. I had hero-worshipped him. I was so little and stupid I actually believed him — until young Eliza arrived at the Sapphire Battersea from the same foster home five years later. She prattled away about her dear Jem. I decided to put him out of my mind for ever. I Sapphire Battersea found the rigid life of the hospital horribly hard. Some of the Sapphire Battersea were kind, but the two matrons were excessively cruel. They each went out of their way to punish and humiliate me. I hated them both. I found it difficult to make friends with the other girls too. I made downright enemies of Sheila and Monica. When Polly came to the hospital, we were like soul mates, but she was adopted by rich folk and we never saw each other again. My only true friend was Ida, the kitchen maid. I could scarcely believe it! Ida was my true birth mother. She had skivvied and slaved at the Foundling Hospital for years just so that she could get a glimpse of me every day. When I became aware of the wondrous truth of our relationship, my whole life changed. I cannot say I became an exemplary foundling. Whether I am Sapphire or Hetty, Sapphire Battersea still have a temper that lives up to my flaming Sapphire Battersea hair. But whenever Matron Sapphire Battersea Bottomly slapped me for impertinence and forced me to scrub the whole length of the hall, Sapphire Battersea knew Mama was nearby, watching and waiting, burning with sympathy. But then — oh, I can hardly bear to write it. It was all because of Sheila.