Chapter Thirty-Seven
After Sunday morning service, Violet set to work making a harness for Wintersmith. First, she invaded the mews and appropriated one of her family’s carriage harnesses. It was too heavy to carry all by herself, so a stable boy helped her lug it back through the garden and up to the house. He balked at the door, though, indicating the state of his boots, so two footmen took over. Violet led them up the stairs and directed them to lay the harness out on the floor of the blue parlor.
“Thank you,” Violet said, once this task had been completed.
“What are you doing?” Rhodes asked from the doorway.
“I thought you were going out in the barouche with the children.”
Rhodes shook his head. “Aster, Daffy, and Clem have gone with them.”
“Excellent!” Violet said. “You can help
