The Mysterious Melancholy of Lily Pottinger

Lilly, a young orphan gets the chance of a lifetime when she gets a job as a scullery maid in the O'Laery Mansion, but Lily is no ordinary child, strange things are happening all around her and they couldn't all be a coincidence. In this tale of melted chocolate, Magic and a mysterious locket, will Lily find the truth before the truth finds her? Read on to find out.
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13. Chapter 11 : The Good News!

Chapter 11

The Good News

"Lily!" Rebekah called softly knocking at the door.

"Yes?" I replied,

"Can I come in?"

"Of course!"

Rebekah opened the big wooden door with a creek and when her head appeared she may as well have had the word "YAY!" Sprawled across her face.

She was wearing a pale green frock with little flowers that reminded me of spring . . . Madam Beatrice loved spring.

But it doesn't do to dwell on the past.

"What's up with you?" I asked

"Oooh, nothin," Rebekah replied, "only that . . . You Got The Job!!!"

"What job"

"The scullery maid!"

"You mean I will be working for you?"

"Yes . . . Well technically you will be working for Mother, but you'll still be in my house."

"Oh my, Oh my, Oh my!" I was bouncing up and down in my bed, "When do I start?"

"Whenever your recovered and well enough"

"Now then," I started to get out of bed but my legs felt wobbly and I could barely stand. I took a few steps forward but fell on the third step.

"Wow there Bambi," Rebekah caught me by the elbow and helped me over to the purple patchwork sofa by the window.

"I guess I'm still little weak from sleeping so much."

"I have the perfect solution!" Rebekah ran from the room and I just sat there, waiting,

And waiting,

And waiting some more.

Until finally . . .

"I'm back!" Rebekah burst through the door holding a knobbly old oak cane, "it just popped into my head as we where talking and I thought I knew where it was so u checked the chest in the living room but it wasn't there so I checked the wardrobe in my parents room and it wasn't there either, so then I check the toy box in the nursery and by this time I started to think you wouldn't like it so th-" I clamped my hands on her shoulders,

"Rebekah, breath," she stopped talking and took a deep breath,"it's perfect!"

"Really? . . . Are you sure. . . Because I-"


"Oh, sorry" she handed me the cane and I got up, with Rebekah's help. I was slow but I could walk!

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