“How’s a body supposed to get any work done with someone bangin’ to be let in every five minutes!” “Would you like me to answer the door for you, Eldora?” “No. You’re busy with Nora, Sarah. I’ll go.” The housekeeper dropped the stalk of rhubarb she was slicing into the bowl, wiped her hands dry on the towel tucked into the waist of her apron and hurried from the kitchen. “More berries?” Nora held up her dish. Sarah fixed her with a look. “Pwease?” “Good girl.” Sarah smiled, sliced a few strawberries into the dish and placed it in front of the toddler. “You must remember to be polite and always say please and…” “Tank you!” Nora piped the answer, beamed a smile, then stuffed a pudgy little handful of the sliced berries in her mouth. Her cheeks bulged. Sarah laughed and wiped the red smear from around the toddler’s lips before it stained her fair skin. “Small bites, sweetie. It is impolite to stuff your mouth.” “’Twas another man t’be interviewed fer workin’ on the canal.”
