Melanie opened the door to Mr and Mrs. Clemmets room and wondered just how long it had been since they had occupied it. Layers of dust were on every flat surface and on everything it could cover. The fire place hand't been cleaned and the linens hand't been changed. Melanie fell against the door with an overwhelming sensation. This room would take her the whole day to ready for her in-laws. Which by what Josh had said when he and the men came back from Portsmouth, they should expect their arrival tomorrow evening; saying that they needed to meet their new daughter. Melanie wondered then, looking around the room, what all Eliza had neglected and how many more rooms looked like this. Her room had been a little dusty when she arrived four weeks ago, but it was not near this atrocious. She had managed to get every room on the first floor in the right order and the fire places cleaned out from the winter, and the chandeliers polished along with all the silver in the weeks she had been here without Eliza. She also had time to venture out once and came across a small cottage tucked in a grove of beautiful trees with white flowers surrounding it. She also found a wild abandoned vineyard, that hadn't been tended to in years. And when she had asked Roy about the small abode he confirmed that that was Lady's house and also asked if she had met Lady and brought back any cookies which she had told him no she only had looked at the house from the top of the hill."Melanie, I'm famished." She heard Roy somewhere on the first floor yell. "Where are you?" Melanie opened the door to the corridor.
"I'm here Roy." She answered. Roy had quickly ascended the stairs and ran down to meet her in the green room. Which Melanie would name it for every wall was green. The linens on the bed were green. every picture on the wall had some kind of green in it as well.
"What happened to you?" He stood by the door wide eyed. Melanie looked down at her front and only noticed black streaks and water stains on it. But it just looked like she had been cleaning a filthy room. "Your filthy."
"I've been cleaning."
"But your face is all black and William isn't going to like that, he doesn't like it when your dirty. He says you get filthier than him every time your gardening or cleaning. And momma and pop are coming soon. And whenever momma's around she makes me and William wash up every time she sees a speck of dirt on us. Well anyways, I'm famished." Roy came in the room and before he sat on the bed Melanie grabbed his arm.
"Oh no you don't." And pushed him out of the room. "There's soup in the kitchen."
"But I've already tasted it and it's cold." Roy whined
"Then you will have to eat it cold." Melanie slammed the door and crossed the room. Her temper rising with each step. She took a pillow from the sofa and beat the dust out of it. Then moved the furniture and removed the cobwebs and dust all the while making herself as filthy and dirty as she could.
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"What if she were a sweet girl Rachael, You would feel awfully terrible for saying the things you have said." said Mr. Clemmet. He and Mrs. Clemmet had been on the road toward their old home in the country and his wife had been in fits all the whole entire ride. "We are to meet her tonight, and remember we have only gained a daughter. You will be kind and gentle to her as you are any other young girl you treat, I will expect nothing less from you." He gave her a pointed look. Mrs. Clemmet crossed her arms and puffed in frustration.
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The Way of Peace
Historical FictionTo be free from the bondage of her unspoken past, Melanie Thorne leaves Liverpool for a new life in America only to be pawned off to a young tobacco farmer. Who doesn't want a wife and frankly she doesn't want a husband. William Clemmet is a young...