“Just Rose,” the little girl said, heading for a set of stairs with Milly on her heels.
Her room was surprisingly big, and had a large, comfortable bed, drawers, a chair, and a desk. It overlooked the rear of the house, where there were plenty of outbuildings and yet more animals.
“There is a parlor at the end of the hall. That is where Mama and Apple-blossom will meet you shortly.”
“Thank you, Rose.”
The little girl stood inside the doorway, watching Milly as she opened her bag. A lot smaller than her siblings, she had a sweet, open face.
“Do you play the piano, Miss Higglesworth?”
“I do, yes.”
“I do too, but wish to improve. Will you teach me while you are here?”
“Of course, if your mother wishes me too.”
The little girl seemed happy with that reply.
“I have brought a small dog named Daisy with me—”
“Really?” Rose smiled. “Where is she?”
“The butler took her. I was wondering if—”
“I shall find her for you at once.” Before she could draw another breath, Rose had left the room at a run.
Milly put away her things, pulled back the covers to check the sheets, and was relieved that they were clean. She then dusted the furniture with a handkerchief. After tidying her appearance, she went to the parlor at the end of the hall. This was to be her life now, here with the Wimplestow family; she would think of the tall, handsome earl no more.
