Missy was nowhere to be seen. “How’s it going, Caleb?” Jardine asked, throwing him the reins. “Any problems? Any excitement?” “No, Master. Things pretty much as usual. Nobody did much work. We had a good vacation.” “That’s more than I can say,” Jardine replied. “Would Master like a cup of tea?” “Later. I have some things to do. Where’s Missy?” “Gone to church meeting down in the quarter, Master. That old preacher is visiting again.” “Pious is she?” “It looks like, Master. Will there be anything else?” “Take Bruno to the stable and tell William to rub him down well. I gave him a bit of a workout on the turnpike. That old boy can run. Any of the house girls around?” “Yes, Master. Drusilla.” “Not worshipping God, eh?”
