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“Of course not, Miss Flavia. This is where you should be and his Lordship ordered that you were to be properly looked after. I’ve a lady’s maid for you whose name is Bertha.” Flavia was glad when she saw Bertha that she was quite young and, according to Mrs. Shepherd, she had been well trained and was experienced. They both assisted Flavia in taking off her hat and coat and poured hot water into the bowl on the washstand. “Her Ladyship,” Mrs. Shepherd said, “has ordered you a lot of clothes, Miss Flavia, and we’ve hung them in the wardrobe.” Flavia knew it was her Aunt Edith who had sent her the clothes she had been wearing in the country. Although they were very attractive, she would have liked to choose for herself what she would wear in London. However, when she looked at the cl