Chapter TenWhen the ball was over and there was nothing left to do but clean, I was interviewed in passing by the housekeeper and permitted to stay. It was clear I would be expected to clean as much as anyone else, regardless of my supposed status as governess.
She herself was thin as a rake, a shape that spoke of an admirable work ethic in someone who reigned supreme over the entire household staff. I would have loved to hire her for myself, but working beneath her was daunting. If only I could have stayed invisible. Worse, my cleaning knowledge was minimal at best. While other servants made beds with fresh linen and gossiped about Dunne, I sweated over the hot kitchen sink, scrubbing at a stained pan until the copper bottom peeked through. When the cook noticed my poor work, she sent me
