August 1940
August 1940August 1940“I talked Donald Butler out of his butter ration this morning,” Mrs. Harrow announced, beaming with pride.
“His butter? Good God, woman, you are heartless,” Colonel Cunningham replied as he spread liberal amounts of said bartered butter onto his muffin. “And what did that cost us?”
Elizabeth glanced up from her work at the kitchen table. She was back at Cunningham House for a few week to rest and see her friends in the country.
The housekeeper had taken well to the illegal but frequently orchestrated exchanges of rations and coupons with other villagers. It never ceased to amaze Elizabeth how Mrs. Harrow adapted to the ever-tightening restrictions of food, soap, and other supplies as though it were commonplace. But when she thought no one was watching,
