“Surely you’re not finished!” she said. “I am.” “And you’ve put all their things away?” “I have.” “Well, if that doesn’t call for a cup of tea, I don’t know what does. Get settled by the fire and I’ll be right out. I think we deserve a proper strupag, don’t you?” — “So, are the sheets still smelling of paraffin?” Anna asked, sipping daintily from a teacup decorated with primroses and edged with gold leaf. She’d brought out oatcakes and jam along with the tea, which was the strongest I’d seen yet, all of it served on fine china. She’d even put a doily on the tray. “I didn’t smell anything,” I said. “Good. Because the wash is not a job I’m keen on doing myself. There’s some that won’t send it out because they’re afraid it’ll come back with lice.” She harrumphed. “Personally, I’m more afraid of what George will put next to it in that van of his.” “Why on earth would it come back with lice?” “Because the same laundry facility also does the wash for the men at the Big House and forestry camps.
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