My American Duchess
“and threatened to grind her bones into a loaf of bread unless she turned the egg into an omelet. She woke up with an echo of that furious ogress in her ears.
George had hopped off the bed and was dancing around the feet of her maid, wagging his tail.
Lucy was at the window. “You must rise, miss,” she said, struggling to pull back the heavy velvet drapes. “Your aunt is making such a fuss as you wouldn’t believe. She sent a footman out for a peenacle and when he came back without one, she was not happy. Luckily, he finally managed to find two.”
“Not ‘peenacle,’ pineapple,” Merry said, swinging her legs over the side of the bed.
“That’s right, pineapple. You’d think they was made out of gold. They’re that dear.”
“So I understand,” Merry said with a sigh. George danced back over to her and rolled onto his back.
“The boy’s waiting out in the hallway for the puppy.”
“Where’s Snowdrop?”
“Mr. Pelford took her for a drive. That dog is a terrible flirt.
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