The day Miriam's tutor arrived was also the day the new help had come, making Marina fore Cello busy indeed. Miriam had only had a few hours of respet before she was troubled by voices downstairs. When it proved impossible to return to sleep, she reluctantly pulled herself out of bed to satisfy her small curiosity. The entire week had been cold and gray and showed no signs of deterring, a kind setting for those that love their slumber. Miriam crept to the door to have a better listen and overheard to unfamiliar voices of women.
Two to be exact. One had a tone of respect and sophistication, mature while the other was more lax and sociable. Miriam's Mother was heard among them making a bit of conversation before inviting them into the parlor for tea. Washing her face in the basin before stepping out, Miriam put on her robe over her gown and tip-toed down the steps. The stairs were of new timber and did not give her away as she eased down for a better listen. Her Mother was in the kitch