Immediately, Ivy knew where this was going. “The one that was chipped? I saw a crack in that just the other day. I probably did it while I was doing the dishes.”
Poppy’s shoulders relaxed. “You did not, but that’s nice of you to say.”
“No, I’m quite sure I did. We probably ought to throw it away.”
“Well, it doesn’t matter because I finished it off while you were gone.”
“I hope no one was hurt.”
“Just my pride.”
“That can be mended,” Ivy said. “You can help me find another one in the butler’s pantry.” She led the way toward the storage and serving area off the kitchen. “I wonder why we still call this a butler’s pantry?” Ivy mused as she entered the long, narrow room. “I doubt if any actual butlers will ever darken this door again.”
Poppy smiled. “Thanks for not being upset, Aunt Ivy
