Chapter 9
Faith heard the long case clock in the entryway strike the hour, its dull chimes echoing through the silent house. Midnight. The second one she’d spent here. Fighting back an exhausted yawn, she rose from the chair and stretched out her cramped legs and stiff back.
She looked down at the woman in the bed. Mary was better than when they’d arrived last night, but she was still in the throes of illness. After continually covering her in wet sheets, and once going so far as to cover her in a thin layer of ice when Mama feared the worst just before dawn, her temperature had finally eased.
By sunset, her condition had improved enough that Faith insisted Mama go the manor house so that she could have a good night’s rest in comfort and send Papa a message that they were going to be aw
