The Constable pointed to Willy’s bundle. “This yours?”
Willy nodded. “All my clothes”
“Your mummy left you and all your clothes?”
“Yes.” Willy drew himself up. “And she said the Constable would collect me very soon.”
“Really!” The Constable pulled his hand from his pocket and jabbed his chest with his thumb. “I’m that very person. It seems your to come with me.” This was the third child he had found abandoned in the parish since Christmas. The infant girl had not lived long enough to be christened. He did not know about the boy.
And so, at four years old, Willy begins his life as a foundling. Each season of his life brings new experiences, new things to learn, and new obstacles to conquer.
My copy of this book is very well-loved (translation: beat up) from being read and re-read many times. I highly recommend it.
Audience: The Foundling is written at a teen reading level and would be an ideal family read-aloud.