As Bridget stood, the chill in the air clung to her skin, making her shiver. She took the towel and wrapped it around herself like a cloak, glad to feel warmer.
“Step out onto this so ye don’t slip.” Mrs. Story laid another towel down on the floor. “Then follow me.”
She followed the housekeeper into the bedchamber and sat where instructed in front of a vanity table. Mrs. Story used a comb to untangle the knots in Bridget’s hair, which took a long time, then she showed her the clothes she had brought for Bridget to wear.
It took the housekeeper several minutes to demonstrate all the bits of underclothes before Bridget felt confidant she knew how to wear them. She dried off and let the housekeeper help her into the clothing. She did not like the way the petticoats rustled around her legs
