“There is so much to be done,” she thought, “and yet every day is a new and exciting challenge.”
She was feeling sleepy and just beginning to drift off into a dream.
Suddenly she heard someone turning the handle of her door.
The latch had been almost broken when she had arrived and she had therefore told the new maid, Maria, to have a bolt put on the door.
Not that she thought anyone would want to enter the room, it was just that it might fly open at night.
The only bolt that Maria could find in the house was a very small one and she had placed it just above the latch and Marietta slid it into place every night when she came to bed.
When Leon had finished in the salon she was going to ask him to repair all the handles on this floor as she was certain he would be more skilled at such
