“It means I am done closing the buttons,” he turned her around and looked at her hair. “Your hair needs to be straightened up.”
“Dear me,” Rachel sighed. “It is a good thing Edith and Mrs. Dawson showed me how to take care of it. I will meet you up on the … the …”
“Deck, my dear, it is called a deck. That is acceptable. I will meet you when you have finished.” He kissed her forehead and left the room.
Rachel gave a sigh at the sight of the small mirror against the wall. It was going to have to do. Tiny ringlets fell down her forehead as she pulled her long hair into a bun at the back of her head. She put on her cap, looked into the mirror, and felt comfortable enough with the outcome.
She opened the cabin door to her room and walked down the narrow corridor. A set of wooden steps led u
