A Thought Experiment

Ophelia rolled her eyes, lovingly, in a way that only a sibling could to annoy another sibling, as he mentioned letting the help be help. You seem to forget that I am the help, more times than not. Even if I am rather dreadful at it. We're fine, I think. I'm transitioning away from household activities and more to my studies now that Luce is back in charge. She stepped with him into the foyer, getting her coat, and waiting for him to have his, before she held her arm out for him to take. She wasn't about to have new people in the house with the baby just arrived. And besides she still needed to clean out Luce's father's old study, like he had asked her to do. He seemed to put faith in her to make sure that everything ended up where it was supposed to go.

Away with us then, and out of Nanny's hair for the evening. She turned back towards the house and called out. Mistress Fee, I am stealing him for the evening, I promise we won't end up in the fountain again, singing the latest from the playbills.