"Let's not waste another second here Amelia. From the way the guards are lining up, your father must be on his way here. I cannot deal with him today," Margaret held onto Amelia's hand as help getting down the steps leading to where her carriage was parked.
"I have told your father and grandfather to make a pathway easier for our guests who are older and need a better way to get up and down here. They both have the idea that guests should be carried instead," Margaret sighed.
"It seems like father is a complete copy of grandfather. What did he inherit from you?" Amelia wondered.
"My looks. My husband raised Richard closely with all his ideas and beliefs. Do not be so harsh on your father, Amelia. Some of the stupidity he got from his father. Thank you," Margaret said to the coachman when he opened the door of her bigger carriage.
Margaret bought with her a carriage for her to ride in on her own and then one for her servants and guards.
