Beth was exhausted, too exhausted even to send the needle again through the tired fabrics. She decided to heed her mother's words and save the others for the next day. And she was hungry.
Grace was still preparing dinner, and much to everyone's surprise, Gwen had decided to join her – help her, she had said – to make dinner for her beloved family. When would they be done? And when would father return if he left at that hour? She prayed her lies would not be exposed before she had the chance to tell. Maybe she should meet with Mr. Richmond and convince him to annul the contracts.
Suddenly Gwen rushed in, pushing hard against her door. Beth jumped, startled. "Sweet Heavens!" She breathed out. "Do slow down, young lady, that door might cost a fortune to fix, and I doubt Father would be happy with you if you destroyed it. It is bad enough already." She ranted.
