Chapter Six“Are you all right, Thalia?”
The voice broke in on Thalia’s thoughts and she turned to look down at the young matcher who was staring at her in surprise.
“I am sorry,” she said. “Did you speak to me?”
“I’ve asked you three times if you thinks this velvet’s what you’re a-wantin’ for Lady Standish’s bonnet.”
With an effort Thalia forced herself to look at the piece of material that the matcher held up in her hand.
“Yes, I think that will do very well. Thank you, Emily.”
The matcher walked away and Thalia tried to remember that she must work and think about what she was doing.
It was difficult as, ever since she had awoken this morning, she had felt as if her heart was singing and she had been carried into a world where nothing seemed real and everything was dazzling with su
