“If she wants to eat alone, Mrs. Lane, we had better humour her. Have them sent up to her room.”
“Very good’m.”
An’ who was to take ’em up to ’er, stuck-up thing?
There, now there was going to be trouble about the nurse. Cook had been angry, although she had tried not to show it. Really they might leave her alone and not bother her with their little quarrels. Somebody would be giving notice in a week. Still, Mrs. Lane would not go while Herbert was here.
“Harry, Harry!”
A sound of hissing came suddenly through an open window on the other side of the little yard. A head wobbled anxiously behind a steamy window further down. A hoof clanked.
There was the stable cat. “Shoo!”
“Harry!”
“Yess’m.”
She inspected the horses and went out.