She was snapped back to her Saturday conversation with Mr Weston when she found a coachman on her step. He bowed, handed her a letter, and stood expectantly. She read:Dear Miss Gadiner,This is Bert. He has been commissioned by me to attend to your roof. I’m certain you will find his work most satisfactory, but if for any reason you are displeased, send word to me and I will rectify the situation.I sincerely hope this finds you and your father well. Please let me know if I can be of further service.R. WestonAnne read the missive over twice before looking into the kind eyes of the servant before her.“Shall I go to work, miss?”“Yes, please,” Anne couldn’t help but respond to the cheerfulness in his voice.“Very good, miss. If you’ll just show me the spot.”“Of course.”Anne led the way outdoors, stopping at the corner of the house and pointing to the spot on the roof, the one that seemed to be growing each day.“I see it there,” Bert spoke with confidence. “Shouldn’t be any problem at all.”With that he went to work, and Anne got out of his way.
