Page 24 of Times Four Although Mrs. Adams is still a young woman around my own age she is already prim-lipped and disapproving, determined to see the worst in whatever happens in her small world. I could not understand her but I like her quiet daughter and enjoy those walks as much as the children do, laughing at the vivid adventures that those children conjure into the manicured lawns and neat gardens that surround the Big House. Miss Patricia is another sweet child, perhaps a little too quiet and a little too shy, and perhaps a little too polite. Miss Patricia will never put herself forward and will always step back to let my little Lady Margaret have the first choice of the tea table. Lady Margaret can be a greedy little girl, but at least I had convinced her to only take one cake at a time. I still have not persuaded her that she should take a sandwich first before devouring all the cakes on the tray, but I was working on it. Margaret ate as voraciously as though she had starved at some time in her young life, which I know is not the case. Young Margaret had never missed a meal in her life. She is a sweet child, who runs to me so I can clean her chubby fingers when she manages to get her cream cakes all over her fingers or her colours everywhere except on the paper. Lord Henry is much tidier and can be relied upon to colour in neatly, without managing to get himself into a rainbow mess as my little Lady Margaret often did. I learned to make sure that Lady Margaret wore a pinafore when she played with her colours and chalks or I would be in trouble if Mrs. Adams saw her, because Mrs. Adams could always be relied upon to report any perceived laxness by her servants immediately to Lady Elizabeth. I sigh. Perhaps it is time that I start to look for a new employment because Lady Margaret did need a governess more than she did a nurse and I did not want to become Lady Margaret’s maid. That would be a horrid thankless job, trying to keep her clothes free of ink when she graduated to the schoolroom under the care of a governess. Those colours that she gets all over her fingers are bad enough. This story is an excerpt from the e-book “Times Four” written by Sue Bagust and available on Smashwords and Amazon for US$2.95 https://smashwords/books/view/394626
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