The Mumpers’ Blessing
The arrival of the mumpers doesn’t seem like such a blessing. A few more stitches, and the embroidery on the bodice would be done. Kitty examined the hoop of pale yellow muslin in the morning light. Drat! Several tiny stitches fell wrong, yet again. A soft rap on the door demanded her attention. “Miss Bennet?” Hill poked her head in. “The mumpers are coming up the lane.” “St. Thomas Day already?” Kitty dropped her tambour … Continue reading →