‘There’s a terrific view.’ Faith paused, catching her breath but not daring to put down the heavy hamper yet, waiting like everyone else in the picnic party to hear Miss Frobisher’s verdict. Angelica Frobisher put her rose-pink parasol in front of her and placed both hands on the handle, adopting a pose that arched her back and showed off a trim figure already emphasised by the fashionable combination of perilous tight-lacing and bustle. She sniffed; her exquisite little snub nose high in the air as usual. Faith sighed, for Miss Angelica had already rejected five perfectly good picnic sites and the maid’s arms were aching dreadfully. ‘Oh well,’ Miss Frobisher said with evident reluctance as she peered disdainfully at the sublime view of river, water meadows and wooded hills beyond, ‘I suppose it will have to do. I just hope we shan’t be overrun with wasps and ants and things.’ ‘Thank God for that,’ Charity whispered into Faith’s ear as both maids put down their burdens.
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