She sat silently gazing out as this scene. She was beautiful according to the days standards. Soft smoothe skin, especially her hands which was of a darkish complexion. No make up was needed to improve her looks, although she did add a touch or two here and there. Dark eyes stared out in contented reflection as she looked out the window. Oh, how she wished she could got out and join the noise and action going on out side, but no, mother had said she must stay in and finish embroidering the skirt she was making to where to the party next week.
She did not think twice of having Ruth her servant girl bring her handwork too her even though she could have easily gotten it in less the time. That's what Ruth was for right?
As she sat sewing, she thought about her life and a thought struck her. What would life be like with out Ruth and the other servants to help her family? What would they do if suddenly they would not longer have these people at their beck and call? How would the function? Would life even be possible?
She did not think twice of having Ruth her servant girl bring her handwork too her even though she could have easily gotten it in less the time. That's what Ruth was for right?
As she sat sewing, she thought about her life and a thought struck her. What would life be like with out Ruth and the other servants to help her family? What would they do if suddenly they would not longer have these people at their beck and call? How would the function? Would life even be possible?
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