Caroline sat looking at the moon and the stars in the night sky over
“I wish… I wish I was a boy. I wish daddy was here, or William. I wish I’d never got sick and I wish, most of all, that I wasn’t so
“Ouch!” she cried as she stubbed her toe, making her way to
Her illness had left her just over four feet tall, and she wouldn’t grow any more. She was never going to marry, her mummy told her, so she had to learn how to be a house servant. Or a milliner, making hats for other women’s special occasions. Or - and this was terrible, just terrible
She couldn’t understand why her father taught her how to read and the names of the stars, but her mother simply made her learn how to garden and sew and clean. She even had to help beat the heavy carpets free of
“Caroline Lucretia Herschel, you get to sleep right now!” yelled her mother, with perfect timing.
When Caroline was 22 years old, her favourite brother came to visit from
“Little sister,” he said to her while they walked, “what would you think about moving with me to England? You can keep house, I’ll teach you how to sing. It’ll help with those dreary winter evenings. And I think you might be happier, too.”
Caroline nearly wept with joy and clapped her small
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