“I do know what you’ll be after,” she called gruffly, opening one eye as she heard Dorianna enter.
“Tea. That’ll be it. I heard the carriage at the door and I knew you’d be bothering me before long. There’s no cucumber to be had, I’ll tell you that, straight up!”
Dorianna smiled.
In spite of cook’s abrupt manner, she was very fond of her and had many happy memories of standing on a high stool at the table learning to make gingerbread men.
“Don’t worry, Mrs B. We do have a visitor today, but he is just one gentleman and I would not suppose he will miss cucumber sandwiches with his tea, if we could give him something else nice.”
Mrs. Bertram snorted.
“Well, I suppose I’ve made a new batch of scones for you and your mother. I just took them out of the oven before I sat down.”
Dori
