Marian's Christmas Wish
“She had meant only to duck into the breakfast room, where the Wynswiches took most of their meals, scavenge the sideboard for bread and cold meat, and then prepare her kittens for a wet trip to the stables. She knew Cook was still busy belowstairs readying the Christmas pudding for steaming; the nooning could only be haphazard.
She erred. Cook had been at work early to devise a more elegant repast. Lady Wynswich presided at the table, with Sir William at her left and Lord Ingraham on her right.
“Come, come, daughter,” said her mother as Marian stuck her head in the room. “Find yourself something and join us.”
Lady Wynswich’s tone commanded obedience. Marian hurried to the sideboard, filled her plate, and moved to her usual place, which would have put her next to Sir William.
Her mother took instant exception to this. “Marian, Marian, how forgetful you are,” she exclaimed. “Over here by Lord Ingraham, please! Ariadne—Elaine—will be along momentarily.” This last comment was addressed to... Sir William.MoreLess
She erred. Cook had been at work early to devise a more elegant repast. Lady Wynswich presided at the table, with Sir William at her left and Lord Ingraham on her right.
“Come, come, daughter,” said her mother as Marian stuck her head in the room. “Find yourself something and join us.”
Lady Wynswich’s tone commanded obedience. Marian hurried to the sideboard, filled her plate, and moved to her usual place, which would have put her next to Sir William.
Her mother took instant exception to this. “Marian, Marian, how forgetful you are,” she exclaimed. “Over here by Lord Ingraham, please! Ariadne—Elaine—will be along momentarily.” This last comment was addressed to... Sir William.MoreLess
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