Maggie pulled out the breakfast food and placed it on the small table. “Yer ladyship, you must eat.”
Edith looked in the mirror at her reflection. Sadness filled her eyes as she ran her hand over her protruding stomach.
“Now, now,” Mrs. Dawson said, grabbing Edith's hands and gently leading her to a chair by the table. “Eat. We are going to take you for a short ride. A woman needs fresh air to have a healthy child.”
“I am afraid that woman may get into my room,” Edith said with concern.
“Maggie is going to stay here.” She looked at Maggie, who nodded in agreement. “That woman will not be coming into your room. I will see to that.” A strange smile crossed Mrs. Dawson's face. “Just give Maggie the key. She will be sure no one comes into your room.”
Edith put on long-gray gloves and thre
