The Marvelous Magic Of Miss Mabel - Plot & Excerpts
NANNY GRIMSHAW crowed, flinging open Mabel’s curtains. Mabel dragged herself out of bed and splashed cold water on her face from the big china bowl in the corner. This was meant to stimulate blood circulation, according to Nanny. Still yawning, Mabel struggled into her uniform. Then Nanny Grimshaw brushed her hair, giving it one hundred firm strokes before plaiting it into two tight braids and tying the ends with purple ribbon. “Where is Mabel’s porridge from yesterday?” Nanny Grimshaw inquired, eying the plate of fresh baked scones on the table. “I seem to remember she didn’t finish it.” “I’m afraid Mabel’s cat ate it,” Daisy said sweetly, putting a scone on Nora’s breakfast tray next to the teapot and newspaper. “Indeed.” Nanny’s lips tightened, clearly not believing a word. “Just one then,” she said. “No need to be greedy, Mabel. And I’d like a kipper, Daisy.” Mabel shot Daisy a grateful look. “I’ll be right back,” Daisy muttered, trotting toward the pantry.
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