Chapter 7In the morning, when Charlotte noted Amelia’s condition was improving, her mother started showing signs of the same fever. For the next few hours, she was rushed off her feet, running the household, organising the children, and spending time at her mother’s sickbed, nursing both her and little Amelia. Her mother’s constant litany, I don’t know what I’d do without you, dear Lottie, was ringing in her ears.
There was no question of chasing up any employment when she was needed at home for the foreseeable future. She tried not to worry that she might become sick next, which would be disastrous. As she came down the stairs and went through to the kitchen, having delivered another tisane for her mother, Charlotte thought about how everything had changed in so short a time and how than
