rate, Clara actually found time today to make a tray of hot biscuits.” 

“Fine.  I’ll have a biscuit while I sip at my tea.”  The teenager ran her fingers through her short, bobbed hair as she surveyed the table before her.  “Well, bugger!  Once again Mrs. Billingsworth has forgotten the butter!” 

“You watch your goddamn language when present at my dinner table, young lady!” 

“As if the King’s English you speak is straight from the vicarage…” 

“Don’t worry about my English,” Elizabeth told her daughter, “although you might want to worry a bit harder about your backside!” 

“Terrific!...

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