right.’ Hester hastily added a third setting. ‘What does Lowri drink?’
‘Fizzy stuff if allowed, milk or juice if not.’
‘There wasn’t time to make a pudding. Will ice cream do? Or fruit, maybe?’
Sam smiled reassuringly. ‘Ask when you see her. Don’t worry, Hester. She’s a nice kid.’
Lowri’s resemblance to her father was only slight. She showed promise of height like Connah’s and her mouth was a smaller version of his, but her long straight hair was shades lighter and her eyes a striking cornflower blue.
‘Hello,’ she said, holding out her hand politely.
Hester took the hand. ‘Nice to meet you.’
The bright eyes regarded Hester with frank curiosity. ‘Daddy says you’re going to look after us during the holidays. I thought you’d be like Mrs Powell, Grandma’s housekeeper, but you’re really young.’
Connah gave his daughter a warning look. ‘Mind your manners, young lady. Remember what Grandma said. We must make Hester’s stay here as pleasant as possible.’
‘And I have to behave myself,’ said Lowri, resigned, and gave him a smile so brimming with mischief that he laughed and gave her a hug.
‘Hard work, I know, but you can do it.’
‘Of course I can,’ she said loftily, and beamed at Sam as he came into the kitchen. ‘Did you bring my rucksack from the car?’
‘It’s in your room with the rest of your stuff.’
‘Thanks, Sam.’ She looked at Hester hopefully. ‘I’m starving. Is it time for lunch soon?’
‘Right away. Sam’s already taken the tray into the garden, so if you go ahead I’ll bring the food out.’
‘You’ll join us, of course,’ said Connah courteously.
‘Thank you.’ Hester poured hot soup into a thermal jug, took the covered platter of sandwiches from the refrigerator and followed him into the garden.
Lowri polished off a bowl of soup with relish, despite the heat of the day, but Connah kept to sandwiches.
‘Excellent chicken,’ he commented. ‘From the local delicatessen?’
Hester shook her head. ‘I cooked it at home alongside my mother’s Sunday roast. I wasn’t sure what would be required for lunch today, so I made sure I had something ready.’
‘You must let me reimburse you,’ said Connah promptly.
‘If you wish.’ Hester smiled at Lowri. ‘I asked Sam what you liked, so I put cheese and crispy bacon bits in some and just plain old ham in others. You can tell me what else you like as we go along.’
Lowri nodded, downing a sandwich at top speed. ‘Yummy,’ she said indistinctly, then shot a sparkling look at Hester. ‘Though almost anything would be after school food.’
‘Try the chicken, cariad,’ advised Connah.
She made a face. ‘They do that a lot in school.’
‘Not like this,’ he assured her, and with a martyred look Lowri took a minuscule bite.
Hester felt absurdly gratified when the blue eyes lit up.
‘Wow! This is nothing like rubber school chicken. I love the stuffing.’
‘How is your grandma?’ asked Hester.
The blue eyes shadowed. ‘She was very tired.’
‘But getting stronger slowly,’ Connah assured her.
Lowri gave her father a worried look. ‘She doesn’t look stronger. I didn’t know she needed a nurse to look after her.’
‘I insisted on hiring one for a while. At Grandma’s age it takes time to get over surgery,’ he told her. ‘Don’t worry. She’ll soon pick up now she’s beginning to eat normally again.’
‘I hope so. Will she be well enough for us to have Christmas at Bryn Derwen?’
‘Good Lord, yes.’ He ruffled her hair. ‘There’s an entire term at school to get through before then.’
Lowri smiled as Sam approached with a coffee tray and a jug of orange juice. ‘Is that for me?’
‘Yes. Have you finished your lunch?’ he demanded.
She smiled smugly at the empty platter. ‘Every crumb.’
‘No sarnies left for me?’ he teased, then relented as she looked stricken. ‘Only joking, pet. I ate mine before you arrived.’
‘Did you have some with chicken?’ she asked eagerly.
‘I certainly did.’ Sam put the tray down and bowed in Hester’s direction. ‘Best I’ve ever tasted.’
Connah finished his coffee and got up to follow Sam into the house. ‘Thank you for lunch, Hester. Be good, Lowri; I’ll see you ladies at dinner.’
Lowri heaved a sigh as she watched him go. ‘Daddy’s always so busy,’ she said disconsolately. ‘And he’s got to go to London tomorrow. He said it’s urgent or he wouldn’t.’
‘We’ll have to think of things to do while he’s away,’ said Hester, pouring more juice.
‘Thank you.’ Lowri drank some of it, eyeing Hester over the glass. ‘But won’t you be too busy housekeeping?’
‘No,’ said Hester firmly. ‘With Sam’s help, it won’t take long. The rest of the time I’ll spend with you.’
Lowri gave her a very adult look. ‘Will you tell me the truth?’
Help, thought Hester. ‘I’ll try. What do you want to know?’
‘Are you really a housekeeper, and not some kind of nanny?’
‘Hey, do I look like Mary Poppins?’ Hester demanded, resorting to indignation to avoid a direct lie.
‘No. But you don’t look like a housekeeper either.’ Lowri giggled, then sighed gustily. ‘Anyway, Mary Poppins had two children to look after, and I’m only one. I’d just love to have a baby sister—even a baby brother would do.’
‘Maybe that will happen one day.’
‘I don’t think so,’ Lowri said forlornly, then brightened. ‘But I’ve made lots of friends in school.’
‘That’s good. Your father says you really like it there.’
‘I don’t like all the lessons, but otherwise it’s great. Some girls get homesick, but I don’t.’
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