Marblestone Mansion, Book 5 by Marti Talbott

Author:Marti Talbott [Talbott, Marti]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: M T Creations
Published: 2013-03-12T04:00:00+00:00

“I have reported their behavior to Mr. Moan, he gives them a harsh talking to, but alas, it does no good.”

Abigail let out a short shriek as Mary headed straight for them, yanked the front door open and ran into the front yard. Her sisters immediately followed, and at last the screaming and yelling left the house.

“Mr. Prescot, I suggest you lock them out.”

“Dare I do it?” Prescot asked.

“If I say so, you do.”

Prescot’s eyes brightened. “Excellent idea.” He hurried to the front door, turned the key and locked the door. Then he rushed into the parlor and shouted, “Lock all the doors. This time, the running on all three floors was done by servants, rushing to each of the doors leading to the outside.

“There, that should do it,” said Abigail. “I would like a cup of tea in Leesil’s sitting room upstairs.”

“Yes, Mrs. Whitfield, right away,” said the happy butler.

While she waited for her tea, Abigail decided to go from room to room on the bottom floor to look for damage. In the downstairs sitting room, the girls had knocked over two plants, spreading dirt across the rug, and an expensive vase lay shattered on the floor. Abigail closed her eyes. This sitting room was Leesil’s favorite in winter, decorated in soft oranges and browns, with a touch of green for accent. Tall windows let in plenty of western sunlight, at least until the sun dropped behind Pikes Peak each evening, and when the hearth was lit, it was the perfect place to be on a cold afternoon.

When Abigail walked back into the hallway, the elder servant, Blanka, was just coming out of her room.

“Miss Blanka,” Abigail said, putting her hand over her heart. “How are you feeling today?”

Blanka never had a harsh word to say about anyone, until today. “I’d be a might better if they would move out. Family is family,” she confided leaning closer and lowering her voice, “but I doubt we are truly related to the likes of them.”

“I agree. Does this happen…” She was interrupted by loud banging on the front door.

“If Mr. Hannish were here, ‘twould never happen.”

“Yes, but he is not, and we must make the best of it. I have asked Mr. Prescot to bring me a cup of tea, will you join me?”

Even though Blanka no longer had any duties, she wore her housekeeping uniform every day, complete with a lace cap pinned in her almost white hair. “I’d be pleased for the company.”

Abigail took her arm and walked Blanka to the parlor. “Sit here, Miss Blanka,” she said motioning to the sofa. The incessant banging was intolerable so she continued on to the foyer, where Prescot was standing guard to make certain the girls didn’t get back in. “Mr. Prescot, Miss Blanka and I shall have our tea in the parlor. But first, I shall have a glass of water right away, if you please.”

“Right away,” Prescot said, heading for the kitchen. When he came back, Abigail was waiting in the foyer and took the glass of water off the tray he carried.

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