“Andy, who are you talking to?” Nancy stepped into the kitchen. She was wiping her hands on her apron and saw Amelia clutching her son. Dropping her apron, Nancy ran to hug Amelia. “Miss Amelia,” She exclaimed. “Mrs. Hunter said your uncle sold you to a bawd house to pay his gambling debt.” Nancy squealed.
“What kind of house is that?” Andy asked.
“It’s a big house with lots of ladies living in it,” Amelia said. “Go play outside so I can speak to your mummy.” She continued, and the little boy ran outside. “Where is Mrs. Hunter? I need to explain to her what happened.”
“She quit,” Nancy said. Nancy fiddled with her apron. “She told Lady Winthrop she would not work for a family who would sell their relatives. Her Ladyship is in such a foul temper. First, she loses her free labor and then
