Callie shaped the last lump of dough, plopped it into the greased pan and glanced up. “Good morning.” “Indeed, it is.” Her aunt strode into the kitchen, the long skirt of her silk gown swishing. “Where is Agnes?” “She’s outside getting the milk and eggs and butter. And bacon.” Ezra preferred bacon to sausage. She hummed softly, covered the dough with a towel and set it aside to proof, then began to peel a potato. “I thought perhaps you would stay abed for a bit this morning—now that Agnes is here to help.” She shook her head and brushed back a dangling curl that tickled her forehead with the back of her hand. “I need to show her where things are, and how you like things done.” She slid the potato into a bowl of water and started on another. “Is that the only reason, Miss Songbird?” She heard herself humming, stopped and looked up.
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