Disclaimer: Jane Austen's characters, etc, please don't sue me! And thanks to my awesome beta reader, juxtaposed92.
Lucy sighed. The guests had only been in residence a short time, but she was ready to push Mrs Mary Musgrove down the stairs if the opportunity arose. Apparently she was from some well-to-do family and everything had to be perfect. First the bedroom did not have a nice enough view, then the bath water was too hot, during dinner the food was barely tolerable, and Lucy had been forced to change the bed linens twice before the lady was prepared to sleep in them.
This morning while helping the lady prepare for the day, she had to listen to her bemoaning about all her aches and illnesses. It was times like this that she considered that it would have been better to take the apprenticeship to be an assistant to the local doctor. Truly sick people were better company than those who just fancied themselves sick. Lucy reflected that the doctor who attended Mrs Mary Musgrove must by now be a wealthy man.
The party was currently downstairs eating breakfast and discussing the kippers from the sounds of it; not to Mrs Mary Musgrove's tastes it appeared. She saw Johnny, who was acting as a waiter, leave the breakfast room, a scowl on his face as he held a plate in his hand. Looking towards her he muttered, 'Her Ladyship finds the eggs too salty. If she didn't want them salty, she should not have added a spoonful of salt.'
Lucy contained her snort and shooed him in the direction of the kitchen to bring freshly cooked eggs. Rethinking her actions, she followed Johnny to the kitchen to ensure the eggs made it safely from the kitchen to Mrs Musgrove's plate without mishap.
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