“I’m on it.” Grateful for the intervention, Melissa sat a sticky toddler on the grass, dodged several small children and two ladies, and hurried to where Sarah ironed. Sarah’s timing was perfect since Melissa needed to check the biscuits anyway. Sarah finished pressing a petticoat, set the iron down and quickly folded the slip and placed it in a nearby basket. Amused, Melissa picked up the iron with its protective cloth and headed for the nearest cabin. They all acted like any underwear left out in public would be the most embarrassing occurrence imaginable. She smiled as she realized she was actually having fun. She was used to being Top Prima Donna, but today the other women were bossing her around a bit; okay, a lot, but it actually amused her. Besides, it hadn’t taken her long to realize their system of working together was a good one. It certainly benefitted her. She wouldn’t know how to do all this drudge work without help. Besides, how boring would it be to do this kind of chore alone?
