. . .HANNISH LEANED AGAINST the wall in the kitchen and smiled. Most of his loyal Scottish servants were there now, plus two orphans and the Americans. What’s more, Sassy was talking a mile a minute again, delighting everyone with her interpretation of life in the mansion. She still had not let go of her sister’s hand. “You shall sleep in a bed all your own, and you can have a bath everyday if you like, in a tub with clean water and no one else in it.” “No,” Cathleen gasped. Her hair was a lighter auburn than Sassy’s with more red showing through, but her eyes were the same color of blue. At last, Hannish took pity on a wide-eyed Cathleen and interrupted, “Alistair, did you manage to get my wife on the ship?” “Aye, Sir.” He raised an eyebrow and looked at Sarah. “She could not find her brush, and demanded I get off the train to buy her a new one in Kansas City. You’d not know what happened to it, would you?” “We need it for firewood this winter,” Sarah pr. . . Read More