CHAPTER 10
The Bottom Of The Garden‘Yes, well, there the waistcoat is,’ said Emma Bernadine, holding her sticky hands well away from herself. ‘Don’t bring it near the table, for goodness’ sake, or I shall get icing all over it. Small Fry, get out of here darlings. Go and help Minnie shell peas.’
The inner kitchen appeared to be a sea of small coloured cakes, and the three men, determined in their official capacity but as human beings acutely aware that they were in the way, stood back against the inner door.
Rupert and the twins, jammy-faced and excited, scrambled off the floor and herded into a corner, where they stood hesitating, hoping to be forgotten.
‘Be off!’ Emma was harassed. A wisp of dark hair had escaped her white head-dress and she dared not touch it but had to keep blowin
