The Petticoat Law
"How did you wind up with me and mummy, Mary?" I tied the drawstring of her petticoat around her waist with characteristic neatness while the question hung in the air. "I was assigned here after the war, Miss." "I know that," she said, "I mean more exactly. Do you like being me and Mummy's maid?" I was taken aback a little by Elizabeth's remarks. She wasn't usually lively enough before breakfast to ask questions like these. I made sure the silhouette of her chemise and petticoats...