Chapter Nineteen“Build the fires up!” Mr Carmichael shouted cheerfully as we splashed inside his house. “There are two very wet and cold people here!”
Concerned servants scurried around at once, offering free advice and sympathy.
“You'd better get out of these wet things,” the plump housekeeper scolded him. “And look at the state of the lady! You should be ashamed of yourself, Mr Carmichael, making her all wet like that!”
“She insisted on going boating,” Mr Carmichael said, truthfully. “Now, please light the fire in my study. Bring me dry clothes and something for Miss Moffat here.”
“Do you have any women's clothes in the house, Mr Carmichael?” The housekeeper looked at me through kindly eyes.
“No,” Mr Carmichael said. “Just bring some of mine – and bring a screen so we can dress in d
