CHAPTER SEVENTheir new lodgings were a tall house tucked away just off the Strand. Although the area was not as smart as Kensington, Mrs. Timms kept a clean house and was not as bad-tempered as Mrs. Hook.
The troupe arrived in fits and starts and, as Sophia and Temia were the last to turn up, they got the attic room.
“It’s not as nice as our old place,” remarked Sophia. “There’s barely enough room to do a pirouette! Mr. Baker wants us at the theatre at half-past two. What time has he asked for you, Temia?”
“Ten o’clock. He wishes me to help organise the scenery. He mentioned that there might be more to do.”
“Lord!” cried Sophia, “not another dance?”
Just then Mrs. Timms put her head round the door.
“Sorry to disturb you, ladies, but is one of you Miss Temia Morris?”
“I am,” answered
