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Rebecca sang to herself as she went about her morning chores, trying to keep her spirits even and mind distracted, as the work was not enough to pull her away from her worries.

♪ Yet tho’ I’ve no fortune to offer,

I’ve something to put on a par;  ♪

♪ Come then, and accept my proffer-

‘Tis the kind honest hear of mine. ♪

♪ Ne’er let such a trifle as this is,

 Love, be to my pleasure a bar;  ♪

♪ You'll be rich, tho' 'tis only  in kisses, 

With this kind honest heart of mine ♪

When Rebecca last took residence in Osbeck House, she found a great deal of joy in hearing the songs her mother taught her as a girl echo off the brick walls of the courtyard. A year away had changed so much. Rebecca had desperately wanted to feel like coming back to this place was going to be a homecoming, of sorts. However, now that she was here, she felt very much a stranger.

A year apart had opened her eyes to what the world might offer her. The magic of Osbeck house, Rebecca found, had left.

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Rebecca stammered over trying to find an excuse that would keep her from the upstairs of the household and not give cause to more prying from Mrs. Bailey when a familiar, tight voice cut through the argument that was brewing.  

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With its seal freshly cooled, a letter was held tightly in the hand of Mr. Wynn, taking the long walk up the drive to a fine home. On each side of the path grew thick weed-like grass, made strong by the salt air that ocean waves spit up at it. 

The estate ahead, in which Mr. Wynn was employed as butler, was gently sleeping.   

Osbeck House. 

A shining white, marbled home seemed to sparkle in the rising sun resting comfortably in the manicured landscape the surrounded the home. 

As the heels of Mr. Wynn’s shoes clicked against the stone steps, disrupting the music that the gulls and waves hummed out. He looked at the letter with a twinge in his gut that made him feel as though he carried with him the weight of unspoken expectations. It was only for a movement, nothing a good shake of the head and a furrow of the brow couldn’t shake away.

The upstairs household began to pull themselves from their beds.

The Lord and Lady of Osbeck House spent this spring morning mulling over baby names, now that the announcements had all been made of the expected new family member. Elizabeth was dreamy eyed over the idea, though Andrew was a little more hardened. He had welcomed four children already into the world- while Elizabeth's thoughts were of the joy of a new baby Andrew worried he would be far to tired to keep up with another child.

Long before the upstairs was awake, the downstairs staff of Osbeck House was busying themselves with the work of the day. These were the hours where the most work, as the the staff felt, was done,

Ms. Rowley, the housekeeper, sat in her office pouring over letters of reference from near a dozen women who had answered the advertisement posted for a nursemaid. Ms. Rowley would not waste Lady Lemington's time with meeting anyone less than over qualified.

In the kitchen, Mrs. Bailey began the long preparation for the family and staffs daily meals. She enjoyed the little bit of peace her kitchen had before the other members of staff could rush in, begging for their own meal before they had to rush up to serve the family.

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