Bethany POV
Tayla was a treat. She started some little games, and the four sat and watched her in wonder as she clapped her hands at a rhythm and then tapped their hands. Every time she touched their hands, they giggled as if it was the best thing they had seen, and their toys were soon forgotten. Matteo laughed so hard that he fell backwards out of his sitting position and continued to giggle on the floor as he rolled over and sat back up.
Watching them giggle caused me to giggle, too; it was hard not to. I saw Aggy's chest jumping up and down as she, too, giggled softly. This young lass has had some experience with children.
'Tayla, did you mind the children in the manor?' I asked as she started another clapping game, one slightly different but still game.
'Yes, it was my main job.
