“Where are all the sweet potatoes Mrs. Hawkins?” Emma asked as she rummaged through the baskets in the kitchen. “I’m planning to roast some for lunch,” she added.
“Why take all the trouble, you’ve been working round the clock ever since you returned. I suggest you take some rest and let me do the cooking,” Mrs Hawkins suggested and picked the potatoes from the table.
“I can’t rest, there’s so much left to do. The walls facing east, need to be repaired and so does our roof. I even checked on our fields, we’ll require some workforce to harvest our cabbages soon,” Emma explained while Eliza lethargically stirred the broth on the stove.
“Oh my, that’s too much load for a princess. Let Hawkins and my boys tend to it instead or your hands will turn rough,” Mrs. Hawkins grew worried.
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