Nanberry (2011)
“Everyone, it seemed, knew Surgeon White.
It was a good-enough house; nowhere near as big as the Master’s back home, but solid. The enormous garden behind it held fruit trees and rows of vegetables, and a paved area with a trough out the back for washing vegetables or mucky hands or feet, or plucking feathers.
She had nothing to bring; no change of clothes even. She knocked on the door. A small girl opened it. Rachel looked again and saw it was a young woman, but tiny, her head hardly up to Rach...el’s shoulders. She wore a respectable servant’s apron, but it had a frill around it, and there were frills on her sleeves too. The frills were the first sign of fripperies Rachel had seen since they landed.
‘You’re Maria? I’m Rachel Turner.’ The girl looked her up and down — though mostly up — suspiciously. ‘The Master told me to expect you. Come in.’ Rachel followed her down the hallway to the kitchen. The room was warm, wonderfully warm, with a strange woody smell from the fire and an even better smell from the stew bubbling in a giant pot on the hearth.MoreLess
It was a good-enough house; nowhere near as big as the Master’s back home, but solid. The enormous garden behind it held fruit trees and rows of vegetables, and a paved area with a trough out the back for washing vegetables or mucky hands or feet, or plucking feathers.
She had nothing to bring; no change of clothes even. She knocked on the door. A small girl opened it. Rachel looked again and saw it was a young woman, but tiny, her head hardly up to Rach...el’s shoulders. She wore a respectable servant’s apron, but it had a frill around it, and there were frills on her sleeves too. The frills were the first sign of fripperies Rachel had seen since they landed.
‘You’re Maria? I’m Rachel Turner.’ The girl looked her up and down — though mostly up — suspiciously. ‘The Master told me to expect you. Come in.’ Rachel followed her down the hallway to the kitchen. The room was warm, wonderfully warm, with a strange woody smell from the fire and an even better smell from the stew bubbling in a giant pot on the hearth.MoreLess
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