I had thought that my first days in his house would be spent learning my way about the kitchen, and how to take care of his clothes. However all those activities were done by Mrs. Castle and the cook, Renny. The grounds of the house and the stables were taken care of by Jock, a good-looking young man much closer to my age than my husband who had a lively look in his eyes and a ready smile. There was very little for me to do except admire their work, and of course engage in my passion, riding horses. I was glad that Andre had moved my horse, Little Wicket, to my new home, so that there was something familiar for me to enjoy along with all my new treasures.
I did have my mother-in-law and Andre’s two sisters over for coffee one day, an event that I thought went really well, since Miss Castl
