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Linda could see where Gertrude might have picked up the idea that Rose-Anne and Donald meant their aunt no good. The maid was definitely fond of Peter. It showed in her voice and manner. But Linda was not sure Peter's overprotective attitude was right. It was not fair to judge, however, and now that she had sensed the currents, she felt she should remove herself. It was not really her place to watch the airing of family squabbles. |
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"If you will excuse me," Linda murmured, "I had better see about helping Gertrude set up for lunch." |
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Peter started to say something, but Linda had already moved away. As her hand went to the doorknob, however, Mrs. Bates called to her, "Where are you going, dear?" |
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"To help Gertrude, Mrs. Bates. With such a crowd, she'll be glad to have someone to fetch and carry, even if I'm not up to her standards on setting up and serving properly." |
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Mrs. Bates shook her head and smiled. "Gertrude has help. She always has her sister's daughter in on Sunday. The child is glad of the few shillings because she's still in school, and Gertrude is pleased because she thinks she is training a young branch in the direction she wants it to grow." |
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Linda could not help smiling too as she walked back to her employer. "Do you really think the branch will grow the way Gertrude wants?" |
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"I am afraid not." Mrs. Bates sighed. "Girls |
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