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who might live with
them.   He would simply not tolerate
disobedience, and he expected his wife to respect that fact.   Louisa had eagerly agreed, and for
several weeks now she had been allowed to be the woman of the house, had not
been forced to take naps and had not had a bedtime that she thought
ridiculously early.   Most
importantly, she had not had to spend a single moment in that horrid room at
the very top of the house.   Being
marched there now made Louisa’s heart pound and her
blood race through her veins.   She
found she was far more terrified of what was going to happen in her own home
than of the caning she had just received.   Hearing Mrs. Bremmer speak so frankly caused her great fear, as well as
intense shame, and she knew the staff would soon be told that Lady Wintercrest
was again to be simply, “Miss Louisa.”  
    She watched as Mrs. Bremmer pulled a set of keys
from her pocket.   Keeping one hand
firmly around Louisa’s arm, she used the other to unlock the door before
them.   She stepped inside, and
pulled Louisa in behind her.   Louisa
wasn’t released until Mrs. Bremmer had closed the door and dragged her charge
into the center of the room.   Louisa
stood trembling, her hand absently rubbing at her arm.   “I’m… I’m sorry for deceiving you Mrs.
Bremmer,” Louisa said softy, “I didn’t… didn’t mean to worry you.”
    “Of course you did, Missy.   You and that naughty sister of yours
have been turning this household around for weeks now.   It is high time for this foolery to come
to an end.   Now, what are you
waiting for?   Didn’t his Lordship
give you instructions about what you were to do?”
    Louisa blushed again but her voice seemed to
have deserted her, and she simply nodded.   Her eyes were huge as they roamed around the room.   The last time she had been in the room
it had looked nothing like it did now.   Instead of a room holding only a few pieces of furniture, it now looked
exactly like a small child’s nursery.   The walls were a soft yellow with white trim.   White lace curtains covered the small
window, and several additional pieces of furniture had been added.   There was a large rocking chair, an
ottoman, a rather large and high table and, not believing her eyes, a crib was
pushed against one wall.   It was the
largest crib Louisa had ever seen, and her face flamed at the possibilities it
presented.   Mrs. Bremmer watched as
the young woman took in her surroundings. A large armoire stood against one
wall and Louisa’s eyes widened at the sight of it.   Mrs. Bremmer watched the color heighten
on the young woman’s face and knew she must be considering what was concealed
behind the closed doors.  
    As if unable to think of the hidden contents
another moment, Louisa’s gaze turned to a low bookcase that ran underneath the
window.   Her small mouth opened and
her hand unconsciously reached out to the bookcase.   “When… when did he do this?   Why… how… what… that’s my doll!”
Confusion was obvious in words spoken so quietly that they barely
registered.  
    Mrs. Bremmer shook her head in disgust, as it
was quite obvious that the naughty little thing had no earthly idea of what her
husband intended, despite her very short period of training when she had first
come to Wintercrest.   “Never you
mind, Missy.   I don’t believe you
have been sent to your nursery to play, Louisa.   What did your Papa tell you to do?”   Louisa wasn’t paying attention to the
woman.   Her eyes continued to roam
about the room.   She saw her
childhood toys lining the shelves.   She saw clothing hanging in the closet.   Her eyes took in a chamber pot sitting
next to the tall table and then she moaned as she recognized a stack of what
appeared to be but couldn’t possibly be nappies.  
    “Nooo,” she moaned, and unconsciously took
several steps away from the table, her hands reaching back to cup her
bottom.   The housekeeper shook