The rope to help you off the cliff-hanger!

Ok, I will now throw you a rope! ( You were on a cliff-hanger. Get it? :) )

Here is the next part to my story!

Rushing back the house we got there on time, by Angela’s watch but unfortunately not on our governess’s watch. When we got there our governess was standing on the patio tapping her foot with her open watch in her hand.
“You’re late,” she said grimly, looking us from over her gold rimmed spectacles.
“Yes governess,” Angela said, dropping a hasty curtsy to her governess. “Outings can be so much fun and….” “But we were studying!”I interrupted hastily.
“A lady does not interrupt her sister.” Our governess replied in surprise and a engagement is an engagement!”
“ Yes governess,” we all replied in humility.
“Now go up to your room and fix your hair and change your dresses.” Our governess said in a softened tone.

Later that day we were all in the drawing room working. Alana was at the piano and I was reading a book on etiquette in a soft love seat.

“Alana, hold your fingers in a more curved position.” Our governess instructed her in frustration for the fourth time that lesson. I smiled and remembered that very tone from when I was little taking piano. Alana was thirteen years old and definitely the shy one of the family and easily unnerved. Thus explaining why she was to forget her teacher’s instruction a million times.
Suddenly I felt a hand on mine. It was my mother. She was standing there silently listening to my sister’s music.
She smiled at me. “That was your father’s favorite,” she said softly. “I used to play it for him over and over again.” My mother had loved our father dearly, but we had lost him in an accident a few years before this. It broke all of us to pieces but far more in the case of our mother, so much so that she had not played piano since the unfortunate happening. I used to ask her to play but it always upset her so much I was afraid to do it.
I looked at her and saw the tears form in her eyes again.
“God knows and understands, Momma. He will never leave you or forsake you,” I whispered in her ear. “I know,” my mother smiled, “and he is happy and free now with the Lord. Someday soon I will see him again.” She wiped the tears from her eye with a handkerchief and smiling said, “Now dear why don’t you run down to the kitchen and find out what Angela is doing down there.”


Chapter two- A lesson in bread baking.



Matthew 5:16- Let your light shine before men in such a way that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father who is in heaven.



Although my family had a great deal of money and had the chance to live in total laziness my mother believed that women, whether rich or poor, should always know the simple basics of how to care for a family and keep house.
Thus high noon found Angela not in her room reading a novel but in the trying task of baking bread.
Angela impatiently blew the hair out of her eyes and complained, "I do wish that bread making was more like reading a novel than this." I smiled. Angela never did like to cook and baking bread was definitely not her favorite thing to do.

Angela went over and started to peel the potatoes that were for dinner, her face still unhappy.
I went to her and even though I hated to peel potatoes I said, "Angela would you like me to help you?" Angela smiled. "I would like that dear, but you are in your evening dress and you will get potato skins all over it.” "Oh who cares about my silly dress?" I said gaily. “I would much rather help my dear sister-in-distress!” Angela laughed. “Well how can I deny you the pleasure of this wonderful pastime? Grab that apron off the hook over behind the door and lets get at it!"
"Angela do you remember how we used to sit in your room together when we were younger and read books?" "Yes, and how we used to have pillow fights when one of us would not take a turn at reading?" Angela chimed in. "We used to have such fun together," I sighed. Angela laughed gaily."Why! Are we not having the most fun ever right here simply peeling potatoes?" For doing things with her little sister made always made the homeliest chore seem fun. "I only wish that I might have been here to help you with the bread!" I said laughing. Angela’s face went to bright red in a matter of seconds. “Oh, the bread!" she cried, dropping the potato that she was peeling and rushing to the oven it was rising in.

“Oh no!” Angela groaned for where there used to be neat loaves of bread there were only great mountains of dough. For a second I did not know what to do I felt so sorry for us but on the other hand it looked kind of funny to one that had not spent her entire afternoon baking bread. There I stood in silence when suddenly I heard the last thing that I was expecting. Angela was laughing, and suddenly the funniness of it all hit me so hard that I began to laugh as well.

"Oh, Angela I am so sorry!” I cried, the tears running down my face but it is so funny. This merriment as most, is not to be kept to one party and soon the rest of the girls found out that something was going on and came to see what the merriment was.
"Angela what happened to your bread?" asked Emily in horror. Angela laughed. "Haven't you had your own problems dear sister, like the time your mashed potatoes were so hard that they almost cracked momma tooth." "Oh don't bring that up!" cried Emily in embarrassment, covering her face with her hands.
Meanwhile Grace was looking at the glob of dough in disgust.
"What kind a monster is it Anglia?" she asked.
"That my dear, is the monster of the injustice of housework!"
"Oh my!” cried Daisy. “Get me out of here! I'm too young to die!”

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Love and prayers,

Hannah Blow