As she stood up from the spinet, she told herself that perhaps she would have been wise to go up to Mr. Meldosio’s house to ask him if she could practise on his piano, but she felt that there was not really enough time.
He lived at the other end of the village and it would be a mistake for her to be tired before she performed tonight because she wanted to play her very best in order to help Harry.
Nanny was busy all the afternoon pressing the only decent gown that Anthea possessed.
Of white muslin, which Nanny had made for her a little while ago and which could certainly not be called a smart evening gown, it had a frill around the low neckline and the hem.
She wore it when she and Harry dined together at home and now Nanny had attempted to make it look a little more festive by adding
