![]() ![]() “There’s n-nothing more important than my grandchildren. “Any of the housemaids would be glad to do it, since you have more important things to attend to.” “Your Grace is very kind to help with the children on Nanny’s day off.” Carefully the nursemaid took the baby from Evie’s arms. “He’s no trouble at all,” Evie assured her, kissing the baby’s rosy cheeks and prying his grip from her pearls. “I would have lifted Master Stephen out of the tub for you. “Your Grace,” the young nursemaid, Ona, exclaimed, hurrying toward her. ![]() Too much t-temptation.” Evie had always spoken with a stammer, although it was now very slight compared to what it had been in her youth. “Oh, I knew I shouldn’t have worn those at your bath time. “Be gentle, Stephen.” She winced as he grabbed the double strand of pearls around her neck. He explored her face and hair with grasping wet hands, and Evie laughed at his affectionate mauling. Chortling, the baby braced his sturdy legs and attempted to stand in her lap. Evangeline, the Duchess of Kingston, lifted her infant grandson from the nursery tub and wrapped him snugly in a soft white towel. ![]()
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