Friday, October 21, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 19:

It seemed that all the wonderfully laid plans had worked their magic.  Carly was so amazed at the immediate transformation in Jonathon.  Even Elspeth noticed the difference and praised him for it. 

He simply beamed. 

Carly knew that he had received much needed reassurance from the one he needed it most; and that he was, indeed, loved.  Carly thrilled at the success and the change in him. 

At every turn, she encouraged the children, praised them, and loved them.  Often, she made sure there was well-earned playtime upon the pirate ship.  Carly exacted from the children the best of manners and the following of rules and lessons completed, but she thoroughly enjoyed showering her affections upon these two delightful children. 

            Several times already, they had included the ship into their lessons by confiscating the globe from the study for their own purposes upon the ship and plotted their own course on trade routes around the world.  They explored, through their studies, the different textiles and spices, etc., that were traded upon these routes and studied further what would have been exchanged at these ports as well. 

Carly found that the children were avid learners, devouring the fun way in which they were learning their lessons on these excursions.  They would picnic upon the ship, pretending that they were eating the foreign foods from the various lands they visited.  In fact, May had gone as far as to plan around these expeditions, planning meals from her vast knowledge of cuisine from foreign lands.  Of course, there were the favorites…and the not so favorites. 

Life was good at Huntington Manor. 

*******

Many ladies and gentlemen of rank and position had called at Huntington Manor since the master’s return from London.  Carly was curious about these people.  The ladies seemed most desperate for Lord Huntington’s presence, his attentions.  One in particular. 

He, however, seemed bored by the whole affair. 

Why? 

Would the master not remarry and give these sweet children a mother?  He should, Carly thought. 

How judgmental I am?

Some of the ladies seemed quite upset at Carly’s presence when accidentally come upon in a secret garden or room. 

Disdain was something Carly was getting used to in this house of important people.  But she did not care.  She had her charges and her growing friends amongst the servants.  She was content. 

Or so she told herself…                              

It's always satisfying when our plans work out, especially when it involves the happiness of other people.  And what of satisfying curiosity?  I don't think Carly has had hers satisfied yet. 
Ellise

Monday, October 17, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 18 continued:

Finally, the big day had come.  Jonathon was sitting in his room with Lady Blakemore and Elspeth. 

Carly still regretted that Lord Huntington was not at home today.  But, no matter.  This was an important event, hoping that it would show Jonathon that his father had been involved at least to some degree.  

            Carly held up a small black vest, “This you will wear over the white ruffled shirt.”  She laid it down on his bed and held up a red handkerchief, “This will be worn around your head.”  Carly noted that Jonathon’s eyes were getting brighter with excitement.  With the last piece, his mouth fell wide open.  She could see that he now knew what he was dressing to be.  “And this is your eye patch,” she giggled at his excitement. 

Jonathon fingered the costume and looked up at Carly in wonder.  “I am to be a pirate?” 

            “Do you think it shall be fun?” 

            He could only nod vigorously.  

            “And last, but not least, here is your buckle and sword.” 

            Jonathon gasped in astonished excitement, carefully fingering this fine gear.  Smiling brilliantly, he quickly nodded his head.  “I will dress straight away!” 

            “Let me know if you shall need any help.  Then I will explain further.  Elspeth and I shall be waiting in my room.” 

            “Thank you,” he nodded. 

            Taking Elspeth’s hand, Carly left the room so he could have privacy.  “Let’s pick out your favorite ribbons that we shall work into your hair, Elspeth.” 

            Elspeth gasped in surprised pleasure, “Your ribbons!  Oh!  I just love your ribbons!” 

            Closing the door behind them, they went over to Carly’s dressing table and opened the drawer.  “Which ones do you think you shall like, darling?” 

            Elspeth’s eyes glittered as if she had found her own treasure chest filled with fine jewels.  “I cannot make up my mind, Miss Blakemore.” 

            “Shall we match to your favorite dresses?” 

            Elspeth looked adoringly up to her governess and said, “You always know best.”  Carly laughed, hugging this sweet, darling child. 

            As they waited for Jonathon, they carefully selected the most delicate, feminine ribbons in Carly’s collection.  Carly had known Elspeth would pick from these finest, since she had quickly learned so much of this little girl’s taste and style already showing itself at such a young age. 

            A knock came to the nursery door, followed by the debonair Jonathon.  He held the belt around his waist but apparently needed help doing it up. 

            “Oh dear Jonathon!  You look so charming.  Does he not look charming, Elspeth?” 

            “Yes, quite handsome I would say.” 

            After helping him buckle his sword just right, Carly exclaimed, “Goodness!  I almost forgot the crowning piece.  We cannot have that now, can we?” 

With Jonathon’s eyes wide, he slowly shook his head in agreement, astonished that there could be more. 

With an excited laugh, Carly stood and went into her dressing room opening her wardrobe and reaching into the bottom.  She pulled from it a large red hatbox. 

Setting the hatbox upon her bed, she motioned for him to come forward, both children’s eyes bulging with excitement.  As Jonathon carefully opened the hatbox, he removed the paper and gazed down to see a captain’s hat with a large red feather plume stuck in the black strap.  Both children gasped their surprise.  Ever so gently, as if it was a priceless fortune, Jonathon gathered the hat out of the special paper and placed it upon his red handkerchief-covered head.  His grin was extraordinarily beautiful, all that Carly had hoped for.  What an adventure he was to have today. 

            Suddenly, Jonathon, with a giggle, took his hat from his head and swished it through the air as he gave the ladies a suave bow.  Placing it upon his head, he quickly hugged Carly, giving her a most precious gift before his treasure hunt had even begun. 

Hugging him to her and laughing with both children, she said, “Oh, Jonathon.  I hope this means that you are happy…that you are excited?” 

            “Oh yes, Miss Blakemore!  You have shocked me greatly with your surprise.  Thank you most kindly.” 

            “But this is just the beginning, Jonathon.” 

            He let go of her as he looked up into her face with greater astonishment.  “There’s… there’s more?” 

            Elspeth jumped up and down clapping her hands, “Oh, Johnny!  You are going to be so excited!  So, so excited!” 

            “Shall we tell him then, Elspeth?” 

            “Oh yes, please!” 

            Squatting down in front of both children, Carly was thrilled to say, “Would you care to go on a real treasure hunt, Jonathon?”  Elspeth squealed, jumping and clapping again, thrilled for her brother. 

            “Miss Blakemore!  Really?” 

Jonathon’s expression told Carly all that she had hoped to see; all that she had prayed for all these weeks of preparation. 

“I shall be glad to!”  As Jonathon, in a grown-up gentlemanly way, helped Miss Blakemore to stand, he hugged her again, his hat dislodging from his head.  He quickly picked it up as a solitary tear of happiness trickled down Carly’s cheek. 

She quickly wiped it away so the children would not see. 

            “Come.  Let us sit down for a moment.”  Carly guided the children to the couch so she could show Jonathon his first clue.  With a contagious grin, she explained, “I have placed clues about the house for you to find.” 

Jonathon’s expression was a myriad of emotions.

“They are numbered for you to see if you are in the right order for the next clue.  If it is alright with you, Jonathon, Elspeth and I would like to accompany you on your search.” 

            “That would be most welcome, my lady.”   He bowed over her hand, and kissed it lightly, and both Elspeth and Carly laughed in surprise at his chivalry, his uncharacteristic teasing. 

            “Oh, Jonathon.  You are such a dear.  Now then, shall you read your first clue and see if you can figure it out?  It will lead you to your next clue.” 

            “This will be so fun!” Elspeth cried. 

            Jonathon nodded his head excitedly in agreement as he read, “It says: 

Chocolate and cream is my taste,

To where should I make haste?

(If you wish to read the Treasure Hunt's conclusion, please log on to the link at the right, authonomy.com, and go to Chapter 18 to finish reading.)

Will the love Carly already holds for the children pay off?  Will her good deeds see happiness?  Thanks for reading with me today.

Ellise

Monday, September 26, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 17:

“Where did they go, Joe, did you see?  This woman does not understand taking precautions!”  Creighton was beside himself with worry.  “Does she not heed fear?”  He did not realize that she truly did not understand the depths of the community’s worry over the kidnappings. 

On a daily basis, Creighton made available to himself the locations of the outings that Lady Blakemore took the children on, but this one had evaded him.  “Where are they?  Were they walking about the grounds?” 

            “Yes, milord.  I saw ‘em not an ‘our ago walkin’ in the direction o’ the cottage, sire.  I ‘ave tried to be watchful with all the trouble ‘bout, sire.  In fact, ‘Enry an’ George are following them as instructed.” 

            A look of great relief showed upon Lord Huntington’s face with this news.  “Good, good.” 

            “But ‘ee know little ones, milord; they love to explore places.  Do not be too ‘ard on them now, sire; they are, after all, only children.”  No one would ever convince old Joe that Lord Huntington had anything to do with the awful rumors going about, for he was a good, honorable man with worry written clearly on every feature of his face. 

            “Thank you, Joe.”  Striding off in the direction of the cottage with anger diffusing, if only a little, he thought of another week gone by since the incident at the lake.  But here and now, he had worried that she had gone and done it again; taken the children off without anyone to help her if trouble were to arise.  It angered him that she would even need to take such precautions.  He sighed heavily, slightly relieving his stress. 

And then, even more discouraging to him, to have their outing occur at a place that he loathed so completely.  It made his stomach churn.  His stress was instantly re-fed. 

“Why have I not torn it down?” he asked himself in self recrimination.  

He was getting tired of following her around telling her what not to do.  Knowing he was being overprotective, that he frightened her, just like all the other governesses, he could not seem to restrain himself. 

            As he walked into the clearing and approached the door, he could hear the children talking excitedly and Lady Blakemore answering in her soft, sweet voice.  Stopping to listen for a moment to what they were saying, he was surprised at what he heard. 

            “Chief Jumping Horse says you must trade flour and sugar supplies or he will not let you free.” 

            “Oh!  Please do not harm us!  What will my poor family eat?” 

            “You can get your white man food easier than any of us Indians can,” Creighton heard Elspeth giggle as she playacted. 

            Creighton smiled as he realized that they were playing house—or more accurately, Indians—and Jonathon was actually joining in on the fun.  What a breakthrough!  Listening again, he heard Lady Blakemore pretend to struggle, hearing her make grunting noises.  Then he heard Jonathon say, “Me capture you, make you squaw.”  Chuckling to himself, he thought, how can I interrupt this fun playtime?  I was going to come bursting in here a minute ago.  Elspeth probably would have started crying again.  What are they harming? 

But he knew.  Worrying about their safety first, he looked around to see Henry sitting under a nearby tree watching him.  Just then, Henry must have decided that it was best to address his master on his feet as he scrambled to do so.  Nodding, Creighton stepped closer, and quietly asked, “Where is George?” 

Children playing Indians.  Governesses tied up.  Hmmm... Where is George, and why should it matter?  Stay tuned for more of this scene on Friday.

Ellise

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 13 concluded, Chapter 14 begun:

*******         

Recognizing Lord Huntington’s horse, Carly avoided her master.  But not before she saw an amazingly dressed lady riding alongside him. 

            So.  He did socialize. 

            Why did she question this?  Why did she have to think on the gossip that she had heard?  And, most annoyingly, why did she care? 

He had every right to engage in company of his choosing. 

Chapter 14

*******

Carly continued to plan the treasure hunt with care.  “It must be perfect,” she said with joy.  Would Jonathon enjoy this adventure, she wondered?  “How could he not?”  She was even making him an eye patch and red handkerchief for him to wear. 

They had made great progress together, and she was hoping to break down his reserve once and for all.  He had given up on his antics, discovering that Carly was not disturbed by them in the slightest. 

At least, that is what she led him to believe. 

In fact, his last trick had backfired upon him completely.  The slippery frog which he had carefully placed in the potted plant, strategically positioned in the middle of the schoolroom table, had become the next biology lesson when it plopped upon the table in front of them making Elspeth scream.  Carly had barely controlled the same impulse. 

Obviously, the creature was dissatisfied with the potted plant in which it was hiding. 

Without so much as blinking an eye, Carly had picked it up, and Jonathon’s curiosity in studying the green, slimy creature had gotten the best of him.  He had completely forgotten that it was to be a joke. 

Carly hated every sticky minute of it.  It had taken all her courage to handle the bulging creature, but she had determined that if she could take advantage of his presented opportunity, he would not pester her anymore with his tricks. 

Or so she hoped. 

Frogs have not been all Carly has battled.  Will she find a way to fit in at Huntington Manor?  Read with me on Monday to find out more. 

Ellise

Monday, August 29, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 13 continued:  

Lord Huntington stepped over to his study window looking out at nothing.  How could she have such strong feelings about his children?  He could sense her anger and impatience with him, her defensiveness over Jonathon.  It was quite shocking, really.  He was touched.  Thinking about how much fun he would have had on such a contraption as a boy, he would, indeed, have loved such an apparatus as a play ship built just for him.  It was a splendid idea, really!  But where would he put it?  

            Shaking his head, he turned around to face her again.  “I cannot see any reason why I should not grant this request, strange as it is, Lady Blakemore.”  Her smile was radiant!  “I will contract a builder and have him here this week to discuss your plans.” 

            “Oh, thank you, my lord!  Thank you so much!” 

            Smiling at her, he said, “You are very welcome.” 

            Before he could dismiss her, and without another breath, Carly began again, “My lord, I have been through the Long Gallery several times looking at the different portraits there.  I have noticed that there are portraits of very young children.” 

            “Yes…” Creighton was beginning to worry again. 

            “I was wondering.” 

            “Yes…” 

“Do Elspeth and Jonathon have their likeness portrayed anywhere here at Huntington Manor?” 

            So this was it?  She was going to make another request of him.  “No.” 

            “Do you not think it time that they did?  This also could be incorporated into my treasure hunt for your son.  It would be very exciting for him to think that he would finally be amongst his ancestors, his heritage.  And, of course, because he would be getting his portrait, Elspeth could get hers completed at the same time, do you not think so?” 

            Creighton sighed a heavy sigh.  She was determined, he could see.  She wanted so very much for his children to be happy.  How could he fault her for this?  Could he really be any luckier to have such a governess for his children?  She had not asked for much yet except for his personal involvement.  Portraits would be much easier, for he would not have to be present.  Conceding to her wishes, he said, “Of course, my lady.  Why not?” 

            “Oh!  You can be so kind and generous, my lord.  Thank you!”  She looked so surprised, it injured his pride. 

“I am glad you think I am kind and generous, my lady,” he said facetiously. 

Carly blushed at the realization of what she had said.  “I only meant to be grateful, sir.” 

He knew it was true.  “I do believe you have a very grateful heart.”  

Wondering if he was teasing again, she studied him.

“My compliment was earnestly meant…this time,” he smiled.  

“Oh.”  She blushed again. “Thank you.” 

“I will engage an artist and have someone here as soon as available.  Is that satisfactory, my lady?” 

“Oh, yes, my lord.”  As he began to sit down at his desk, she took his cue and said, “Again, I thank you, my lord.  If there is nothing further to discuss, I shall leave you.” 

“You may be excused.” 

“Good day, sir.” 

“And to you as well.”  He watched her leave the room.  She was aware that he did so.   But her mind quickly returned to her exciting plans. 

Oh!  Jonathon would be so happy! 

Treasure Hunts, Governesses, Masters, and rules.  So many things to think about!

Thanks for reading with me today!  Join me on Friday for more!

Ellise ;)

Friday, August 26, 2011 -- The Governess -- A Twice Weekly Blog

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 13 continued:           

“I wish only to get your permission since it will take some resources and planning to accomplish.  I will also need an approved location for his pirate ship to be kept.  I am very hopeful for the outcome.” 

            “But a ship?”  Lord Huntington looked at Lady Blakemore with incredulity.  “What a monstrosity!  What would we ever do with it once your treasure hunt is over, pray tell?” 

            “I am quite sure Jonathon will play with his ship for years to come, if it is done right, my lord.  I think even Elspeth would enjoy playing pirates, or something adventurous with Jonathon once it is finished.  Children can be ever so creative.  It would be good for them to have imaginative time to play and adventure together.  Maybe he would even like to make a little friend or two that would also enjoy playing these nice summer days away.” 

            “But what of his studies?  Is it only that you need more time off?” 

            “No, no!  Not at all!  I am quite fine, and Jonathon will always have his studies, my lord.  He is quite brilliant, and he is most able to do both at the same time.  In fact, I believe that if he has some of these unique opportunities to play and adventure, he will be even more accomplished in his studies.  I believe it is just what he needs.  Besides, I can incorporate adventure into our lessons by taking them around the world studying maps, trading routes, and so forth.  It would be quite enjoyable, the best way to learn!” 

            He was curious.  “But why do you care so very much, Lady Blakemore?  I have never had a governess who would go to so much trouble to make sure my son is…happy.” 

            “Well, of course, it is only because I…” Carly hesitated, surprising herself at what she had been about to say.  She blushed, stuttering, “…Only…because...” 

            “Yes?  Do go on,” Lord Huntington said even more curious now. 

            Carly was growing uncomfortable with the feelings that she was wishing to express, excited to realize how much she already cared for little Jonathon, yet worried about uttering such feelings for him to his father.  Deciding to be completely honest anyway, she said, “I love him, my lord.” 

            Lord Huntington could only stare at her, confusion growing upon his features.  “That is absurd.  You barely know him.” 

            “He is wonderful.”  She smiled timidly.  “He is so good, Lord Huntington.  You have an amazing little boy.” 

            He stood staring at her, baffled.  “Mrs. Thompson has informed me of some of the tricks he has played upon you, and yet you have never come to me and complained.” 

            “She knew?  I did not realize…” 

            “My staff tell me everything, Lady Blakemore.” 

            “Oh.” 

            “I told you my children could be quite troublesome, and yet I wonder that you would take so much pain to win him over.” 

            Her hackles went up.  “I am not trying to win him, my lord!  I wish for him to see life differently!  I want him to be a happy, normal little boy!  What I would not give to have him for my own so that I could love him always and make sure that he knows that he is so very, very important!”  Carly was breathing hard, exasperated at Lord Huntington.  Then she realized what she had said, her outburst disclosing to her master such personal feelings that she had of mothering his dear children. 

But it had been said, and she would not take it back. 

What an exciting adventure Carly is planning for Jonathon!  Will he feel his father's love and participation?

Thanks for reading with me today!  Join me on Monday for more.

Ellise ;)

Monday, August 22, 2011 -- The Governess -- Twice Weekly Blog

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 13 continued:

At that moment, Heather, the shy parlourmaid, entered the salon and curtsied to her bringing forward a silver tray with a letter placed upon it.  Smiling kindly, she said, “A letter ‘as arrived for you, milady.” 

            Carly smiled happily, and thanked Heather again and again for bringing her this welcomed diversion.  Placing the book of poetry down, she thought to herself that she would read no more of this gloom.  She was, in her mind’s eye, already returning it to the library shelf. 

As Heather quietly exited the room, Carly welcomed the reading of her sister’s response, enjoying the constant rhythm of the rain. 

Dear Carly,

            I was so happy to receive your letter today!  I have been so lonely for you, my sweet Carly.  I wholly regret our separation, but know that it must be.  Put your mind at ease, though, dear sister, for I too have a loving family and children to be with.  The Radford’s are kind and their staff as well.  The children are Mary, 8, Thomas, 10, and George, 12.  It seems so very odd teaching children that are almost as old as I am.  After all, eighteen is not that far removed, is it? 

            You do make me worry about your master, Carly.  Is he good to you?  You must watch your tongue.  You have a way of getting yourself into trouble.  I am afraid I always let you do the talking and so I am not good at negotiations. 

            Now this situation with the little boy, Jonathon.  How sad that he is troubled.  But if anyone can pull his heart strings, it will be you, my dear Carly.  I am so happy to know he has you to rely upon.  When reading your letter, the most wonderful idea occurred to me.  What do you think of a treasure hunt, just for him, your little pirate?  I thought it intriguing and wondered if you thought it a fun plan to put into action?  Let me know how things go between the two of you.  I find it difficult to believe that his heart could remain unattached from yours for long. 

My mistress has told me that I may visit you anytime that it is convenient, except when we are on holiday, so please let me know if I may.  The weather is awful here, so, I too, think of our walks in the gardens.  How I do miss home and mother and father, and you.  I am so lucky to have you.  I always count my blessings, and give thanks in prayer.  I pray for you daily, as well, knowing that the good Lord will watch over you better than I. 

            I will write again soon, for I know how much I will treasure each of your letters. 

                                                With all my love,

                                                Susannah

What will become of these sisters?  Thanks for joining me today!  Join me Friday for more.

Ellise ;)

Monday, August 8, 2011 -- Twice Weekly Blog -- The Governess

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 12:

The chapel was Home.  Carly enjoyed the intricate bible stories displayed in reds, yellows, greens and blues of the stained glass windows.  The dark pews showed signs of age as did the structure itself.  This chapel, she could tell, had been built by the Normans, probably the 11^th century, because of the style of architecture.  Doorways, windows and the hall itself displayed the ever-present archway.  Most Norman structures that she had seen or heard of were much larger, but this would be a favorite, especially because of the smaller scale. 

The quaint country chapel made Carly think of her father, as did the Sabbath day.  Even more so, the words of wisdom she drew from the counsel given gave her courage to face her week.  The vicar spoke of how trials could strengthen or weaken us.  It ultimately is our choice which course was chosen.  Carly thought of all that had happened in the past year and a half and determined, once again, to be strong.  Even her short time at Huntington Manor had been a stretch for her.  Surely her mother and father would wish for her to be a strength and help to this world, even in her small corner of it.  She must be this person they would wish of her to be. 

Carly felt many eyes upon her as she sang along to the hymns.  These were simple folk who lived and raised families in Dunford village and surrounding countryside.  Their curiosity was disconcerting, but nevertheless, expected.  She, herself, was a bit curious towards them.  Many smiled at her, and she smiled back at them.  She hoped she would make many friends here.  Her bench was filled with servants from the manor house, but no master.  She wondered if he ever attended, but doubted it.  If he did not come next week, she would ask him if at least his children could attend.  Hoping that he would allow them to, she also hoped he would not make them sit on the family pew.  It was hard enough to be stared at from here.  But maybe she would not be invited to sit upon that bench with the family? 

Returning to the sermon, Carly listened to the vicar as he explained passages of scripture.  She was thankful again that there existed men who wished to better know God and His ways, and help those, like herself, who did not always know the interpretation of such things. 

*******

Exasperated with her obstinate master, Carly argued, “I do not see any reason why the children cannot accompany me to church.  Why would you be against such a weekly excursion?” 

            “It is not a weekly excursion which I am against, Lady Blakemore.  I do not owe you any explanation as to why I do what I do.”  Lord Huntington’s jaw was twitching, working against his anger, anger that he struggled to keep in check. 

            “I think you can be quite inflexible, my lord.”  Carly had been shocked that the children had not come to church again today. 

            “You go on thinking that, if you wish, as long as you do as I say.  Good day, my lady.”  Lord Huntington walked out of the Great Hall directly to the stables. 

It's my anniversary today, so I'm late with my blog.  Thank you for reading with me.  Join me Friday for more.

Ellise ;)

Monday, August 1, 2011 -- Twice Weekly Blog -- The Governess

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 11 cont'd:

Quickly, they ran back to the picnic blanket, frightened looks upon their young faces.  Carly sat up in time to see him jumping off his horse, quickly running toward them.  Seeing that he was furious, she had difficulty standing hastily in her gown, but soon stood before him. 

Grabbing her by the arms, he yelled, “Do you not know the dangers of children around water?”  Madly gripping her, he again yelled, “I thought I had left my children in safe hands, and now I am disappointed to find that I have not!”  After bellowing at her, leaving her confusion growing by leaps and bounds, he let go of her abruptly and bent down on his knees as he hugged both children to him at once.  They hugged him back, but Elspeth was now in tears.  Carly looked at the shallow waters at the shoreline perplexed by the perceived danger. 

“Jonathon, Elspeth, please…please walk back to the house at once.  I know it is a long walk, but I shall join you shortly.”  Watching them as they started quickly back to the house, they both saw Jonathon take Elspeth’s little hand to bring her comfort.  Lord Huntington stood, waiting until they were out of hearing range. 

He turned on her, fury boiling over. 

Carly’s hand was already at her throat. 

Standing inches from her, he spoke in a harsh voice, saying, “I have trusted the safety of my children to you, Miss Blakemore!”  The fear in his eyes made her step backwards, but he moved forward, capturing her arms not intending for her to escape his wrath.  “How could you be so careless?  I thought you were more vigilant than this,” he said more to himself than to her.  Dropping her arms, his hands raked through his dark hair back and forth with worry written over his face. 

Distraught over his behavior, she tried to be sensitive to his chaotic emotions, but could only reply, “Your children were safe, Lord Huntington.  I…I would never do anything to harm them.”  

“The lake,” he shouted, pointing at the water.  “You brought them to the lake!  You were not watching them just now, for I was watching you.”  Pacing back and forth, he asked with disbelief evident in his voice, “Did you not know that this is where their mother died?  Here, in these very waters?”  Grasping her arms again, he continued frantically, “They could have drowned, and you were not even watching.” 

With great shock, Carly trembled at this new information. 

Looking down upon her, truly seeing the woman standing here for the first time since coming upon their picnic, Lord Huntington saw her emotion growing, saw that she was violently trembling. 

Then, she burst into tears.   

Growling at himself remorsefully, he began to say to her, “For heaven’s sake…” 

Pulling her into his arms, he held her, resting his chin upon her head.  Noticing her hair was loose and hanging around her shoulders, his hands could not resist touching the sunlit tresses, trying to bring comfort to her.  “I have made you cry.” 

Instead of receiving comfort, the obviousness of his comment made her cry even harder. 

Stroking her long, beautiful hair, he felt repentant as she sobbed against his chest, her hands covering her face as if in shame.  He tried to give her his handkerchief, but she was too busy sobbing.  He wasn’t sure what to do with himself now. 

His outburst, his disclosure had upset her terribly, not having known previously how his wife had died.  How could I have been so careless, she thought?  Why has anyone not told me?  Will no one tell me the secrets of this house? 

How will this end?  Why such anger from Lord Huntington?  And how is it possible for Carly to stand up to him as she does?

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Ellise ;)

Friday, July 29, 2011 -- Twice Weekly Blog -- The Governess

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 11 continued:

Carly was busy spreading the old patchwork quilt for the fifth time in one week, while Jonathon helped Elspeth carry the picnic basket over to her.  She had been excited to find out that Jonathon loved the outdoors, so made their picnics work to her advantage. 

“Shall we put this here, Miss Blakemore?”  These were the first voluntary words that Jonathon had spoken to her since the day of their introduction.  Smiling an encouraging smile at him, she said, “That would be fine, dear.”     

            Taking in a deep breath of fresh country air, she exclaimed, “What fresh air!  Mmmm!  I think the lake was a fine choice for our picnic today, do you not think so children?”  Only Elspeth agreed. 

            Jonathon hesitantly volunteered, “It has been a long time since we have come here.” 

            “Well, I think it is absolutely gorgeous!  We shall come here often, I think,” Carly exclaimed, laughing as she spoke.  As they sat down upon the quilt and started to unpack the delicious-looking food, Carly said, “Mrs. Cooper has spoiled us again today!  Look at all this food!  We could feed an army!”  Apparently Elspeth thought this was funny, that they could feed a whole army, and she giggled about it while they passed out freshly-made sandwiches.  “Look here, she has packed some early berries, lemonade, and even chocolate cake!”  The children gasped excitedly, and they looked at each other in surprise. 

            “Chocolate cake,” Elspeth sighed. 

            “That is the second time in one week,” Jonathon said.  Carly was glad to see that he was excited too. 

            “Yes!”  Elspeth agreed in amazement. 

            Jonathon was showing remarkable improvement today by contributing so much to their conversation.  “I believe we have had more desserts than normal since you have arrived, Miss Blakemore.”  Jonathon looked at Miss Blakemore as if she were some magical genie with powers to snap her fingers together and produce sumptuous chocolate cake! 

Smiling at his excitement, she laughed as she said, “Well, let us hope we do not get fat!”  As Carly and Elspeth laughed, Jonathon smiled. 

Having been here for nearly two weeks, Carly was hopeful that things were beginning to improve as she watched both children enjoy their lovely outing.  She had not had any more trouble from their father, and Jonathon had been fresh out of tricks for three days.  Both children were exuberant, but Carly’s youthful energy and excitement could match their own.  Jonathon had been a difficult child, but she would catch him smiling and laughing from time to time; and now, during their picnic today, seemed to have made a decision that it was not so unpleasant for him to talk.  Carly would find him watching her frequently, as if he was trying to figure out her secrets. 

Elspeth, on the other hand, had completely accepted Carly.  Finding that she loved sitting in the governess’s lap, hugging and spreading sweet kisses on her cheeks, Elspeth reminded Carly again of what this dear child’s father had told her of their mother’s unkind ways.  Elspeth was very affectionate and ate up any loving tenderness that was shown her.  She loved Carly’s hair and would, most often as not, undo the pins and run her fingers through it like a comb.  By the end of their picnics her hair would be cascading down her shoulders and back.  Elspeth loved this and would then insist upon Carly doing the same to her hair so they would be twins. 

“I will grow my hair to be as long as yours!” Elspeth told Carly.  “In fact, I am determined to grow it to be even longer!”

“Well, then.  Let us see how far you shall have to grow it!”  Carly placed her finger between Elspeth’s shoulder blades showing the little girl how long her hair was and how far she had yet to go. 

Carly had tried each day to make sure there were plenty of hugs to go around for both children, drawing understanding from the words Lord Huntington had shared with her about their mother’s cruel heart.  Jonathon never welcomed these hugs, unlike Elspeth, but Carly always pretended not to notice.  She felt that if she altered this new routine, having been established, he would feel selectively different, immediately noticing her change towards him.  This would not do.  Eventually, she was sure he would give in to this much needed affection. 

Each day, Nanny, as she became even to Carly, took charge by bathing the children, feeding them dinner, and getting them to bed after stories each night.  “You shall be the death ‘o me yet!” she always mocked. 

Following dinner with Lord Huntington, Carly would sneak into their bedroom kneeling with them for prayers.  She made sure she always snuggled and tucked them back into bed, as though they were her own precious treasures.  Once in a while, Carly would slip in a bedtime story, making up a funny one, or telling them of her youth.  The children were growing to love this special story time with her, especially the stories about her and Susannah and always begged for more.  This affection from Carly, she could already see, was working on Jonathon’s tender heart.  She only wished his father was here to shower affection upon him too. 

After they had finished their cake, Elspeth skipped over to the water and Jonathon excitedly followed.  They began throwing rocks into the lake listening to the splashes, laughing as they watched the ripples getting bigger, enjoying the tiny minnows as they darted here and there.  Looking back at her, they would laugh, even Jonathon, and she would laugh with them and wave.  As they excitedly pointed at the minnows, she thought to herself that she must remember to bring a jar next time to show the children how to catch them.  The children would enjoy that, she was sure.  It had been a favorite pastime of hers and Susannah’s.  She found herself relaxing on the blanket gazing up at the cornflower blue sky, her favorite happy color.  Hardly even a cloud on this pleasant day, they had enjoyed exceptional weather this spring, and she was determined to enjoy every minute of it, especially with the children. 

Suddenly, she heard Lord Huntington yelling at the children as he rode up on his steed.  “Jonathon!  Elspeth!  Get away from that water!” 

So what's next?  Why would Lord Huntington be upset about the children being next to the lake?

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Ellise ;)

Monday, July 25, 2011 -- Twice Weekly Blog -- The Governess

Excerpt from The Governess -- Chapter 11 cont'd:

Dear Susannah,

            How I miss you, dear sister!  I think of you daily and miss our walks and talks about anything and everything.  I hope this letter finds you well and happy.  Tell me how you are doing and be completely honest.  I must know if you are healing from our loss of mother, and also what is actually taking place in your life so that I will not worry.  At least if I cannot do anything about it I can always pray for you, which, of course, I do anyway.  But help me be specific in my prayers, dear sister.  How are the children?  The staff?  Your master and mistress? 

            Huntington Manor is a very grand house with a large support staff that has been kind to me.  I even have my own personal maid, Millesant.  She is a dear girl and loves doing my hair even more than you do, if that is possible.  My rooms are lovely and adjoin to the children’s.  I say rooms, for I have a dressing and bathing room in my chambers!  Quite spoiled!

 I do love the children, Elspeth, 7, and Jonathon, 8.  They are good and rather brilliant, which, of course, makes my occupation much easier.  However, I need your help, please.  I must find some creative ways to bring Jonathon out more.  He has been deserted over and over again for two years by previous governesses and is distrustful.  I believe he thinks I will desert him also.  He finds satisfaction in playing tricks on me.  Any suggestions?  At least Elspeth loves me. 

            Lord Huntington, on the other hand, is quite troublesome.  Do not worry, sister.  I only tell you this because we are still working at establishing a relationship that we both can tolerate and live with, I suppose.  You know me and my opinions.  Have you had any trouble in this respect?  I suppose not since your temperament is quite perfect. 

He is an extremely generous master though as he has seen fit to have a new wardrobe made for me.  I must look frumpy?  This prospect is exciting, but I worry about you, so I will be sending you my frumpy old gowns just as soon as I can.  Even though you are taller than I am, you work miracles with needle and thread.

            Well, I must retire and will write again soon.  Please write back.  I know you will, silly me. 

                                                Your loving sister,

                                                Carly

Communication in any age has been important.  We love those whom we love, and love to hear from them, even in this instant digital age. 

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Ellise ;)