“You’ll change ’em,” Ann said. “I’ve never seen Mr. Evans and Mrs. Lewis in such a state of excitement as they be now. When I left the kitchen, cook were talkin’ of what cakes she’s made for the young’uns and I can tell you she’s not bothered to make any for weeks.”
Arliva smiled, but made no comment.
Instead she asked Ann numerous questions which told her better than anything else what had been happening in Wilson Hall since the heir to it had been drowned.
It did not take her long to put on her riding clothes, although they were, she felt, far too smart for this place.
But it was all she had and she could not bear to leave them behind in London.
When she was dressed, she went to the children’s bedrooms to find that Johnnie’s breeches were rather tight and he really needed new ones,
