Chapter 18
1844
“Have you any word from my mother, Scarlet?” Ginny asked as she sat sewing in one of the over-stuffed chairs in her quarters. She had decided to start working on some clothing for her son, and even though Mr. Edwards insisted they would purchase whatever they needed, and that it was a waste of time to sew outfits for a child who wasn’t born, and could, therefore, be either a boy or a girl, creating items for her child was one of the few pleasures that broke up the monotony of spending hour after hour between the same four walls.
“No, madam, I’m sorry. Nothing has come by post,” Scarlet replied. She was straightening the room, something she spent an awful lot of time doing as well. “I can check with Mrs. Wetzel again.”
“Oh, there’s no need for that,” Ginny groaned, setti
