“I’m sure you are,” Penny said. “You were soaked to the bone.”
Miss Olivia, sitting on a settee near the table, worked on her embroidery. Without looking up or pausing her needlework, Goose Feathers gave a half-hearted greeting and with a dramatic sigh, set her hoop and threads to the side and stood, then went to the window that overlooked the front drive.
“It looks nice out now,” Olivia said, “and I’m getting bored just sitting in here. I could use a nice invigorating walk in the sunshine.”
“I don’t think that’s a—” Isabel began, only to be cut off by Goose Feathers.
“My grandmother didn’t say we couldn’t go out for a walk,” Olivia said, determination forcing that tiny chin of hers to jut forward some. “All she said was we were not to venture to the field where the men were playing th
