Boo

The boy has just come to the door with your message. Tomorrow it shall be. I will call at 3 o’clock with my stoutest walking shoes on!

I confess there is a matter concerning the Girl that I wish to consult you about. She is becoming surly and is slow to help me in the mornings. She is vague until gone lunchtime and then she spends the rest of her day yawning and sighing. I have told her that she must buck herself up when Mr Hatherwick returns and that she is lucky I am a tolerant mistress. She gave me a look I could not quite decipher, Boo, but it was not one of gratitude I must say.

Tomorrow at 3

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