‘Let us pray. “Almighty God, the eyes of all look to you, and you give them their food at the proper time. Bless the earthly bounty you have provided now before us. Let these nourish and strengthen our frail bodies, that we may better serve you; through Jesus Christ. Amen.” You may now eat.’

Rose Banks looked across to the other end of the dining table.  She watched as the maid served her husband breakfast, then motioned to the children to stay quiet. No talking was allowed at meals unless initiated by father and, as was his custom and practice, the Reverend Doctor Percy Banks would not break the silence until he had finished eating.

He is putting on weight. I am sure of it. His cheeks are growing chubby, and his waistcoat is too tight for comfort. My...

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