“Yes, aunt Ester I will.’
“Tomorrow Abigail will take you into town to choose some modern clothes for you and ditch those boots once you buy some shoes. “Maybe the servants can use them said Muriel as they finished eating.’ Ester had left food on her plate but Muriel had finished hers completely.’
“A lady never cleans her plate dear.’
“Sorry Aunt; I was rather hungry after all that typing.’
“The plates were collected and taken away.’
This evening I shall be going to my bridge club so your evening will be spent walking up and down the stairs with a book on your head understood.’ Do not hold onto the stair rail.’
“Yes Aunt how long do I have to do it for as I would like to type a few more pages before I go to bed.’
“Shall we say an hour?’
“Charles, would you ask Tomkins to bring the car around.’
It was now after nine o’clock and Muriel thought it a little late for her aunt to be going out.’
She excused herself from the table then placed the book on her head and began to climb the stairs with it. The manoeuvre was harder than it looked, especially coming down as each step had to be judged without looking and without holding onto the rail.
Up and down she went trying not to drop the book and keep a fluent movement going.
Muriel never saw her aunt leave but heard the car pull away from the drive way. She continued looking at the large grandfather clock in the hall with each circuit that she completed. When the hour was up she went back into the study then sat down the way her aunt had shown her before resuming her typing.
By eleven o’clock Muriel was tired. She went up to the bathroom and ran herself a bath. There were different bath salts on the wall and Muriel took the blue one and put some into the water. She found the biggest bath towels she had ever seen that were more like sheets than towels. She filled up the bath then added some cold water before stepping into it. She was able to stretch her legs right out and the water covered her shoulders. The bath salts helped her to relax and she began to think of home; her family, and Edward. By twelve midnight she was tucked up in bed and had fallen asleep.
It was after one in the morning when Ester returned. She went straight to her room which was down stairs at the other end of the hallway.
When Robert got up for his breakfast that Sunday morning he looked around he knew there was something missing; usually there would be him and his daughter sharing a pot of tea and some Quaker oats at this time of year.’
Instead he made himself a slice of toast and spread some marmalade on it. His two sons were up early as well.
“What’s up with you two then?’
“It’s our Muriel Da’ she’s not here.’
“I know, she will be on her way by now I expect.’ Good luck to her I say.’
“She’s gonna need it in Coventry.’
“You never know it might be the making of the lass.’
“Aye she got out of gannin to church this mornin.’
“Whey you two aren’t so get yer sells ready.’