Elizabeth Cullen and her daughter, Betsy, sat in the new kitchen at the table and chairs brought from their first house, while Cook busied herself with arrangements for dinner.
‘Will Mr Cullen be back for dinner?’
‘I am not sure, Cook,’ answered Elizabeth ‘put some food aside for him anyway.’
They’d been living in the new home James built for them for some months, it was three bays wide and two bays deep, symmetrical, like the mansions in England [Georgian]. Each room had a fireplace, and downstairs boasted a splendid parlour, a kitchen with a cooking fire designed so cooking pots hung easily a dining room where guests could be entertained away from the kitchen, and a separate room for bathing. Three bedrooms and a library upstairs completed the palatial home. Elizabeth spent days in Ho
