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Camille sat quietly in the corner wolfing down her second bowl of porridge. She had already been up and about several hours, helping her mother clean and air out the burrow and wash the clothes that Master Headstrong had sent. She had pinned up the pants and breeches on a laundry line that was strung between two trees in their yard. There was a nice, crisp breeze and the clothes should be dry by lunch so that she could deliver them back in the afternoon.

Rory had cried piteously at breakfast begging to come with Camille to the Inn. Although usually placid and uncomplaining, he had carried on so that Camille had almost felt guilty to leave. She promised to try and borrow a wheelbarrow from the Inn and bring it back at lunchtime. That way, she could pop both the laundrybag and her brother in the barrow and wheel it up the path to the Inn. It was an uphill trek and would not be easy to do by herself, but Camille was strong and determined. She would certainly not leave her brother behind.

Finishing the last of the porridge and putting down the spoon, she gathered up her dishes and went to check with Cook. Cook urged her to go over and begin helping Miz Bella get the classroom in order. Her services in the kitchen wouldn't be needed till late that afternoon when preparations for dinner began. She could take the barrow to fetch her brother as long as she had it back quickly, since the gardeners would be needing it for their work on the side flower beds.

With this assurance, Camille set off for Miz Bella's chambers. Her heart pounded furiously against her chest. Let this be alright, she whispered to herself. Don't disappoint Miz Bella or Cook. Still, she was nervous. Camille pounded on the door and waited for Miz Bella to answer.