Julia looks at Demelza swiftly, then shrugs, her hands thrown up in the air like she’s seen other children doing in the park. It’s not a gesture Demelza or Ross make often and it makes Demelza laugh every time, like right now, though she stifles it as best she can and looks back at Julia, allowing her to come to her answer in her own time. She’s read that children will not learn how to speak in proper time if their parents are always speaking for them.

“These,” she says finally, pointing down at her footprints in the soft, damp ground around them. “Play?”

She’s not looking at Demelza, though, she’s looking at Jamie, which Demelza takes as a very good sign.

“Katie, Jeremy and I shall stay right here,” she offers. “If you and Jamie would like to play.”