Letters, Losses, Loved ones.

"Welcome to our home."

"Welcome to our home, young lady." smiled Mrs. Gobble-wart. I could not help but chuckle when she introduced herself. Mrs. Gobble-wart had a gentle voice, one that only a true mother could possess when speaking to her child. She had curly white hair, and her ringlets came about her face like springs, dancing with the wind that brushed passed as Mrs. Gobble-wart paced towards Abigail. She had subtle eyes that were neither grey nor blue and small, dark eyelashes, that curled up towards her eyelids. As she smiled wrinkles pressed against each other, and her white, crooked teeth were exposed. But I felt warm and welcome the moment she spoke. "I like her." I thought to myself. "Well, then. Now that we have met, let me take you to see Mr. Gobble-wart. He is in his study...this way, follow me." she beamed, and lead me towards a hallway, which then became a large room filled with doors, each leading to another hallway, which became a different section of the house. "This house must be huge!" I thought excitedly, there would be lots of places to explore here. I was finally lead to a dark wooden door, with faint writing engraved at the top. "This is Mr. Gobble-warts study, you must never disturb him while he is busy working...do you understand?" Mrs. Gobble-wart explained, with a stern tone. "Yes, I understand." I said, quickly nodding my head, so much so, that it felt as though it would fall off. "Good, good." She said approvingly, and knocked on the door. "Darling? I am sorry to interrupt, but our guest is here...she has arrived." she called out to the other side of the door. I heard slow, steady footsteps approaching. "Very well, let her in then." he said with a grunt in his voice. Mrs. Gobble-wart opened the door, and told me to stand up straight, and remember my manners. I nodded, and obeyed. Mrs. Gobble-wart seemed more excited to introduce me to her husband than she had seemed when we met. I entered the room, and Mr. Gobble-wart stared at me thoughtfully. He had dark grey hair, and bushy eyebrows that seemed to almost curl at the ends. His eyes were dark brown, nearly black, and he had straight white teeth, I knew I liked him the moment I met him, but I wanted to see if he warmed up to me. Unlike his wife, he didn't rush up to me and hug me introducing her self immediately. Instead he continued to stare with a sparkle in his eyes. "Well, well. Isn't that interesting, Margaret?" he finally said turning to his wife with a smile. "It is, isn't it?" she said, glaring at me admiringly. I blinked, feeling very confused. I felt like saying, "What is this all about?" or "What are you staring at?", but I knew that speaking without permission was out of the question. My expression must have told them how I was feeling, because when Mr. Gobble-wart glanced. "Why," he said with a gentle chuckle, "You don't look at all like your mother!" he said in amazement. "You look exactly like your father! Well, much prettier of course." Mrs. Gobble-wart grinned. I stood there, silently. "Oh, i see," Mr. Gobble-wart laughed, "Its alright, you have permission to speak how you like here. We are family, you see. Go on, say what you wish." I smiled, unsure of what to say. Then I knew. "You met my...father?" i asked carefully. Mrs. Gobble wart laughed heartily, and put her hand on Mr. Gobble-warts shoulder. "Met him?" she beamed, "We practically raised him, that boy." she said more casually. "Oh, you did?" I said, become more interested and comfortable as each  moment passed. "He was the only boy in England who didn't have a name! Well, not one to be used here of course. But, we will talk more of that later. Its time for you to get unpacked, and for me to continue with my work. Well, then. It was a pleasure to meet you Abigail." "You too, Sir." I smiled, and left, with Mrs. Gobble-wart at my side. "I think you should like it here very much Abigail." she said peacefully, and showed me to my new room.