-15- Repairing Uncle Simon and Alice Acts Naughty

Lady Laura leaned back against her godfather's large chest, inhaling deeply. His scent, mixed with the fragrance of the warm day, the leather of the saddle and the smell of horseflesh, combined to give her a heady sense of adventure. Sighing a bit, she turned toward him asking, "Do you think poor Uncle Simon is going to recover? He is getting on in years and his hands were visibly trembling when they laid him on the coach seat.” She turned to look forward again, admiring the beauty of her surroundings.

Sebastian's deep voice assured her, "Laura, your Uncle Simon is just having a difficult time of it, but I feel certain he is strong enough to pull through this. Hopefully, he will be back on his feet in a few days. Higgins and Alfred will take good care to see that that happens." His strong hands held the reins a little tighter as the wind suddenly blew hard enough to cause the trees to bend forward and startle his horse.

Meanwhile, Laura's aunt was having a hard time keeping little Alice calmed. She had to hold tightly to her leash while holding her soft, squirming body, to keep her from leaping out the window. Apparently, she wanted to ride on Laura's lap atop the horse. Now that would be a sight, her aunt thought. "Please relax Alice," she admonished gently. "Laura will hold you as soon as we reach the posting house. Looking out the window, she could see the top of the roof coming into view. "See there Alice, we shall arrive in just a few minutes and you will be reunited with Laura again." Alice let out a tiny mew and settled down on the skirt of Aunt Minerva's dress. She looked wistfully at the tops of the trees passing in view of the opened window.

Having reached the posting house, the entourage was made heartily welcome by the owner, and their horses were taken to the stables. Everyone entered the establishment, which was called, The Wooden Ship, and was quietly taken to a private dining room. Once there Uncle Simon was placed on the sofa and a cool cloth was laid on his forehead. "You know, I am feeling much better already," he said. In fact, his coloring was a testament to his words. There was a creamy hue with a little pink in his cheeks. Much better than the deathly white and pasty pallor he had worn a short time before. Seeing him thus, sighs were heard audibly all around the room.

Alice rubbed herself against Lady Laura's skirts, whereupon Laura scooped her up and twirled her three times in a circle. Noisily she dropped tiny kisses on the little cat's head, and Alice went along with their game by acting as though she wanted to escape. To everyone’s pleasure, Alice leaned against her mistress’s neck and licked her cheek. A laughing Laura was so radiant that those present could only stare at the young lady's happiness.

Walking over to Uncle Simon, Lady Laura kissed his thinning hair and told him, "There. Now you will be well, and we shall go on to London and prepare for all of our outings." She smiled a brilliant smile and the old man basked in the warm glow. "Aye, Laura, I will take you about in grand style," he promised.

Sebastian was looking at Lady Winter unabashedly, as her attention was on the owner's wife and deciding upon their refreshments. When asked if there were enough rooms for them to stay the night, the woman assured her they could easily be accommodated. She then turned to Uncle Simon, asking him if he wanted to rest here and they would continue tomorrow. He agreed and Lady Winter asked the woman to prepare bedchambers for them, as they had decided to stay over.

They all dined in the private parlor, with the servants eating at a separate table. This was a bit of a holiday for them and a surprise to boot. One could hear the relaxed laughs and easy conversation enjoyed by all. Lady Winter was thankful her Uncle was looking well enough to partake of the roasted chicken and fresh vegetables. They were getting ready to retire when there came a knock upon the parlor room door. Everyone turned to see who was knocking.