She was now an equal partner in the supervision of one very wild child’s life, rather than the sole manager of her care. Funny how having someone else to turn to could make everything run so much smoother. Of course, Becky mused as she tugged the cotton nightgown over Juliet’s head, it did no good to become overly optimistic. They still had a great deal of changes to bring about in her charge’s life. Tucking her into bed at a decent hour, and allowing for one nap at midday, had already—only three days in!—made some pleasant changes in Juliet’s behavior. “Time to say your prayers,” she reminded the child. Another astonishing development—Juliet was quickly picking up the English language. Perhaps her resistance to change had more to do with her inability to understand a word anyone said, rather than a patent refusal to accept a transition of any kind. Juliet nodded and slipped out of her little bed, kneeling beside Becky on the floor.
