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Kitchen Business“Come, Miss Julia. You sit in the old basket chair while Mr. Tim and I get supper ready. Shall I make you a little fire in the hobgrate and you can pretend you’re Cinderella?”
Mrs. Broome’s ever-young voice tinkled gaily in the low-ceilinged cavern which was the kitchen of the Well House. As a sample of conversation in the world of today it had to be heard to be believed, and Tim and Julia exchanged secret glances. Julia was still slightly emotional and her eyes were wet as she laughed and turned to look at the carefully restored chimneypiece hung about with iron spoons and skillets.
“You’re wonderful, Nanny Broome,” she said. “I don’t think that thing is meant to light though, do you? Eustace would be horrified.”
“Very likely, but he’d get over it. If we put up with
