Nesbit and Mrs Fowley were anxious for their posts, as was every other member of staff currently gossiping in the yard at the rear despite the darkening clouds. For Archibald Neave anxiety and confusion had succumbed to outright anger. Only Araminta was in any way spared such concerns. Elation fr...
‘Now then, Ellie, lass. Calm yerself and tell us what’s ailing you.’ Mrs Yomkins patted her shoulder. Ellie sobbed and leaned towards her. Her shoulder connected with the cook’s bony hip. For a cook, Mrs Yomkins was less well-padded than most of her kind. In fact she was t...