"What happened to Milton?" I asked Aunt Dahlia.
"What?" she boomed back.
"Milton, our butler. I know Nanny Newton went to France. Is that where all servants go to get new positions?"
Aunt Dahlia gave her barking laugh. "You silly blighter. No, Milton got scooped up right away by some lord or other in the north country."
"What about the others?" I persisted.
"Why do you care, young Bertie?"
"They lost their home, too." I said simply. Aunt Dahlia patted my head and told me I ought not worry about such adult things.
