Chapter 54
Week 17, Instructor Calendar, June 1898
I pray you, in your letters,
When you shall these unlucky deeds relate,
Speak of me as I am.
V.ii
“Here, let me get that,” Concordia said, reaching around Miss Hamilton to prop open the door to Willow Cottage as they went in. “I’ll make us some tea. And there may be some of Ruby’s scones left.” She led the way to the kitchen.
Penelope Hamilton, wrist in a splint but looking otherwise whole, smiled. “That sounds lovely.”
“I’m glad you could visit once more before you leave,” Concordia said, putting the kettle under the tap. “Are you sure you’re fit to travel?’
“I’ll be fine.”
Concordia set a plate of scones and a teacup within reach of Penelope Hamilton’s good hand. “I imagine your family misses you.”
“My sister is the only famil
