Heather and I were able to spend most of today in town. We didn’t do much more than wander the high street and look in the shop windows, but she told me all about the Abbott family. The oldest daughter is coming out in the spring, while her brother is home on leave. Her parents are holding a grand ball for her and then her mother will be taking her down to London to introduce her into society. The younger daughter will never be coming out, Heather said. She is fourteen, but she will never grow up in her mind, she was born innocent. Her mother will keep her at home forever.
Heather says the younger brother, the one who is to be going to South Africa with his regiment is very handsome, and half the maids are taken with him. His brother is a stuffy old man of businesss, and he will bring his wife and four children to stay in the spring
“Then you can be sure of earning your shilling,” said Heather, “We’ll be working ourselves silly then!”
A kind farmer gave us a lift as far as our gate, and we were home in time for tea in the Servant’s Hall.
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