Chapter 8
“Here’s another that needs buttons,” Charlotte said, shaking out a waistcoat and setting it aside.
The cart of donations arrived mid-morning, and Lady Dunwick, Charlotte, and Concordia had already been at the task of sorting and folding for the past couple of hours. And not only clothes had been donated. A set of wood duck decoys, four in all, had been contributed by Captain Decker, whom Concordia had mentally dubbed—though hoped she would never say it aloud—“Captain Decoy.”
She combed through Lady Dunwick’s sewing basket. “Where are your buttons?”
Lady Dunwick inclined her head toward the dresser. “There’s a large tin of them in the top drawer.”
As Concordia fetched the button box, Charlotte opened a tissue-paper wrapped parcel. “Oooh, how sweet!” She held up a lacy baby’s
