“How wonderful,” said Hecate. “Just the very thing for the poor lads. So much work on their hands, it will take curtains and other things to make the house into a home, no matter how good the structure is.”
“Just what we said, Miss Hecate.” Hestia nodded. “And I don’t, in the usual way of things, talk about sewing, but there’s been a few times when it came in handy…”
“I’m sure,” agreed Hecate.
Finn bit his lip against a laugh. “’Tis a talent to be much praised, Miss Hestia. The two gentlemen must be very thankful to have met you.”
“As long as it’s all right with you, my Lady,” Phoebe looked at Lady Augusta with uncertainty. “If you need us, we should be attending you…”
“Not at all, my dears. You did me a great service by accompanying me on my journey. Now that I am feeling a little more the thing, you must take every opportunity to be useful to others. This seems to be a time where your abilities will be most welcomed, so you have my blessings.”
Both girls applauded and Finn could have sworn he saw Lady Augusta tip Hecate a quick wink.
Farmer Digby and Farmer Harvey had less chance of remaining single than a trout on a line had of escaping the baking dish.
