“I see,” I nodded blankly.
“Oh, my other girls are little like thyself, dearie,” said Mother Curry enigmatically. “They are older, most of them—more, ah, at home with the ways of the world. They have their own rooms, but…I think it might be better if thou shared my room for a while.”
“I suppose so…” I agreed, not sure of what to think. She had produced no nightclothes…
“Oh, of course, Rebecca,” she continued, pulling back the sheets. She patted the bed—but then she smiled as she saw my hesitation. “Why, surely thou hast slept without nightclothes before, Rebecca? Mayhap just once or twice…?”
“Yes…” I admitted, blushing.
“Ah,” she said easily, “and with two in bed—thou seest how hot ’twould be with all those silly shifts.”
“Of course,” I whispered.
“Then in ye go, my girl,” laughed M
