1. TO the little girl he was a figure to be feared and a figure to be feared: avoided. Every morning before going to work he came into her room and gave her a casual kiss, to which she responded with 'Goodbye, Father'. And oh, there was a glad sense of relief when she heard the noise of the carriage growing fainter and fainter down the long road!

In the evening when he came home she stood near the staircase and heard his loud voice in the hall. 'Bring my tea into the drawing-room... Hasn't the paper come yet? Mother, go and see if my paper's out there — and bring me my slippers.'

1. 'Kezia,' Mother would call to her, 'if you’re a good girl you can come down and take off father’s boots.' Slowly the girl would slip down the stairs, more quietly and unwillingly across the hall, and push open the drawing-room door. By that time he had his spectacles on and looked at her over them in a way that was terrifying to the little girl.

1. 'What’s the matter? What are you looking so wretched about? Mother, I wish you taught this child not to appear on the brink of suicide... Here, Kezia, carry my teacup back to the table carefully.' He was so big — his hands and his neck, especially his mouth when he yawned. Thinking about him alone was like thinking about a giant.

1. One day, when she was kept indoors with a cold, her grandmother told her that father’s birthday was next week, and suggested she should make him a pin-cushion for a gift out of a beautiful piece of yellow silk. Laboriously, with a double cotton, the little girl stitched three sides. But what to fill it with? That was the question.

1. That night there was a hue and cry in the house. Father’s great speech for the Port Authority had been lost. Rooms were searched; servants questioned. Finally, Mother came into Kezia’s room. 'Kezia, I suppose you didn’t see some papers on a table in our room?' 'Oh yes,' she said, 'I tore them up for my surprise.'

1. And she was dragged down to where Father was pacing to and fro, hands behind his back. 'Well?' he said sharply. Mother explained. He stopped and stared at the child. 'Did you do that?' 'N-n-no', she whispered.

1. Crying too much to explain, she lay in the shadowed room watching the evening light make a sad little pattern on the floor. Then Father came into the room with a ruler in his hands. 'I am going to beat you for this,' he said. 'Oh, no, no', she screamed, hiding under the bedclothes.

1. Hours later, when Grandmother had wrapped her in a shawl and rocked her in the rocking-chair, the child clung to her soft body. 'What did God make fathers for?' she sobbed. 'Here’s a clean hanky, darling. Blow your nose. Go to sleep, pet; you’ll forget all about it in the morning. I tried to explain to Father but he was too upset to listen tonight.'

1. But the child never forgot. Next time she saw him she quickly put both hands behind her back and a red colour flew into her cheeks. The Macdonalds lived next door. They had five children. Looking through a gap in the fence, the little girl saw them playing ‘tag’ in the evening.

1. Then one day, Mother became ill, and she and Grandmother went to hospital. The little girl was left alone in the house with Alice, the cook. That was all right in the daytime, but while Alice was putting her to bed she grew suddenly afraid. 'What’ll I do if I have a nightmare?' she asked.

1. But the same old nightmare came — the butcher with a knife and a rope, who came nearer and nearer, smiling that dreadful smile, while she could not move, could only stand still, crying out, 'Grandma! Grandma!' She woke shivering to see Father beside her bed, a candle in his hand.

1. 'Here, rub your feet against my legs and get them warm,' said Father. Tired out, he slept before the little girl. A funny feeling came over her. Poor Father, not so big, after all — and with no one to look after him. He was harder than Grandmother, but it was a nice hardness. And every day he had to work and was too tired to be a Mr Macdonald…