Rose Crowther couldn't help but smile as she looked over at the two young girls who sat on the bed beside her. Angela and Helen. Her daughters, and the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to her.

"Mum?" A young voice called out. Helen looked at her mother, twisting a strand of red hair between her fingers. "Tell us a story?"

"A story?" Angela frowned at her younger sister, her gold curls resting against the pillow. "She should sing us a song. I want to 'ear 'er sing. You don't never sing anymore Mum. At least not when Da's around." she told her mother.

Rose smiled. "Seems like my lassies can't make up their mind. How about this? I'll sing ya a story." The faces of both girls lit up as they heard their mother's words.

"Tha'd be perfect Mum!" Angela exclaimed, smiling shyly. "Is it a song we know?"

Rose tucked a strand of her own red hair behind her ear. "You'll just have to find out for yerself. It's a story I brought with me all the way from back home in Ireland."

"Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning, close by the window young Eileen is spinning. Bent or' the fire her blind grandmother is sitting, is crooning and moaning and noisily knitting." Rose sang quietly.

And before she was done with the first verse, both girls were sound asleep.

10 Years Later

It was a quiet night in the small cottage that Rose had moved into with her daughters a few years earlier. They had done so to escape her abusive husband. In one of his drunken rages he had hit both girls. Helen had fought right back and knocked him out, and on that day Rose decided that they had to leave. And so far, he hadn't come looking for them.

"D'you 'ear that?" Helen asked, peeking her head out of the kitchen, her voice bringing Rose out of her thoughts. "It sounds like crying."

Rose nodded, getting up out of her chair. "It's Angela. We'd better go check on her." Helen joined her, and they walked down the hallway, finding Angela sobbing on her bed. Rose knew exactly why. Angela was leaving in the morning to go back to London. She had found work as a maid in the house of Lady Jane Potts. Her poor daughter was scared out of her wits.

Helen, always protective of her older sister, sat down next to Angela and wrapped both arms around her. Rose took a seat on the end of the bed. Angela looked at them through teary eyes.

"Whatever's troublin' you, best be out with it now." Rose said, her voice full of sympathy. "You know you can tell us anythin'."

Her mother's words only made Angela sob more. " 'Spose I make a fool of myself, 'spose I make somebody mad, 'spose they 'urt me, 'spose I run into Da. Oh Mum, I can't do this. Please, I'll be so awfully 'omesick, don't make me go."

Rose reached out and touched her daughter's hand. "My darlin', I'm not makin' ya go anywhere. This was your decision because ya knew it would help us. Ya don't have ta go, but I think you'll be better off if ya do."

Helen nodded, still trying to console her sister. "She's right Ang. And 'fore you know it I'll 'ave a position in London too, and we can look after each other." A sudden thought occurred to Helen. "Mum, sing that song just like you used to."

Rose nodded and started to sing.

"Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning, close by the window young Eileen is spinning. Bent or' the fire her blind grandmother is sitting, is crooning and moaning and noisily knitting."

And before she was done with the first verse, both girls were sound asleep.