“That’s going to have to be attached to the waist or it’ll pull the back of the dress down. Do we have some black cloth ...?”
I’d forgotten to bring the cloth to Mrs. Bryce! “Oh! Yes! We do.” By this time, I was already in the water. “Would you get it? It’s in the bag in my study.”
Amelia returned with the bag. “This should work. It’s not near the same quality as the dress, but no one will notice. I’ll just make a ribbon of cloth for the harness to attach to, open up the waistband, and thread it through!”
“You should have been a dressmaker, Amelia.”
Amelia chuckled. “Me? Make clothes for fine ladies? I’m perfectly content with yours, mum.”
I washed out my hair. She never could see anything for herself other than toiling for me then going home to toil for her family. I emerged from the
