A Nanny For Keeps. Janet Barton Lee

what we got for the other couples. We can go down tomorrow morning and pick one out together, if you’d all like,” Julia said.

      “Oh, I’d love to help.” And hopefully it would take her mind off of Sir Tyler and his daughters. The girls should be asleep by now, but what was he doing? She always wondered about that once she left. The first night, she’d stopped at the window of the upstairs hall that looked out on Mrs. Heaton’s garden. She’d seen a glow of lamplight on the courtyard next door and thought it must be coming from Sir Tyler’s study window.

      And as she went up for the night with the others tonight, she was drawn to that window once more after the other girls went to their rooms. Sure enough, a splash of light shone on the yard. She hoped Sir Tyler was working, for the thought of him just sitting all by himself in his study late at night saddened her deeply.

      Dear Lord, please help them to have a good weekend. I do feel so bad about leaving them. And yet the girls are asleep and Sir Tyler is doing whatever it is he does of an evening. I’m sure he has his own routine, and besides, it’s none of my business at all! I must stop thinking of him so much. Please help me to put him out of my mind and remember that my job is to see that his daughters are well taken care of in my charge. And that is all. In Jesus’s name, I pray. Amen.

       Chapter Five

      The weekend passed quite pleasantly for Georgia. She’d gone with Julia and Betsy to Macy’s to look for the brass bowl for Matt and Millicent on Saturday morning, and then the group went to the ice-cream parlor for sodas that evening after dinner. She did get to see Polly and Lilly the next day at church and they seemed as glad to see her as she was to see them, as they ran up to her as soon as the service was over.

      She also remembered to broach the subject of their wardrobes to Sir Tyler once the girls ran off to talk to Jenny. “I did want to speak to you about something and I kept forgetting last week—”

      “You aren’t going to give notice, are you?” he asked.

      The concern in his eyes had her rushing to reassure him. “Oh, no! I’m sorry to have given you any cause to worry. No, it’s about the girls’ wardrobes. I think they might need some new things and—”

      His laughter was a sound she hadn’t heard before and it warmed her heart to know she’d evidently relieved his mind.

      “Their wardrobe? Of course. I’m glad you brought it to my attention. We’ll decide what to do tomorrow.”

      “Thank you. That sounds good. I know you want them to—”

      “Look like proper young ladies. And you’re right about that. In fact, their nanny mentioned something about it when I took her to the ship, but I was so upset about her leaving, I’m afraid I didn’t pay much attention.”

      “That’s understandable. We’ll take care of it.”

      “We will. I’m sure they could use a few new things,” Sir Tyler said.

      They needed more than a few items, but she’d wait until the next day to go into detail about all that.

      As the girls had waved goodbye to her, Georgia had almost wished she was going with them. She feared she’d become attached to them much too quickly, but how did one keep from doing so when they had no mother to turn to?

      Still, she had to remind herself that she was only their acting nanny and that she would be replaced one day. She couldn’t let herself become too fond of them—or their papa.

      He’d been very kind to her, but she really knew little about him other than he was part of English gentry and had been married to a wealthy American, according to Mrs. Heaton. Besides, she just could not trust her instincts where men were concerned. Otherwise she wouldn’t have believed that she would marry Phillip for all those years. She still thought he’d led her on. But at the same time, Georgia felt she should have seen the truth. It was her sister that Phillip was truly interested in and he was only using Georgia as a reason to visit and see Meredith.

      Georgia still felt a little pang remembering the day they’d announced their engagement. It’d been all she could do to stay in the room and congratulate them instead of running up to her bedroom to sob as she’d done later that night.

      If she couldn’t trust her intuition with someone she’d known all her life, how could she ever trust it with a man she barely knew? And why was she even thinking about any of this anyway? She believed Sir Tyler was still mourning his loss. And even if he wasn’t, she’d vowed never to lose her heart to another man. No matter how kind and handsome he was.

      Now, on Monday morning, as she let herself into the Walker home and greeted Mrs. Biddle, she shored up her resolve and turned her attention to the job she’d been hired to do.

      She hurried upstairs to find the girls still asleep, which surprised her, for they’d been up waiting for her all last week. It looked as if they might be hiding under the covers and she grinned. They probably thought they’d jump out and give her a scare when she approached. “Polly? Lilly? Are you being sleepyheads today?”

      She gave the small mound in Polly’s bed a little shake, but it felt very soft, and when she pulled off the covers it was to find only a pillow all punched up.

      The mound in Lilly’s bed looked suspiciously the same and Georgia didn’t bother with a nudge. Instead she threw the covers off to find the younger girl’s pillow pretending to be her.

      Maybe they were in their bathroom hiding from her. She hurried across the floor and knocked on the door. When there was no answer, she threw it open only to find it empty. Her stomach felt as if she’d just swallowed a heavy rock as she hurried to the playroom. Surely they were there. Only they weren’t.

      Where could they be? And why would they be hiding from her? She hurried back downstairs, heart pounding, praying that they were just pulling some kind of prank and hadn’t run off.

      She stopped in the morning room and looked out into the yard, but they weren’t there. Then she heard a little giggle and then another. She followed the sound into the breakfast room, where they were sitting at the table, all dressed—if not properly—and grinning from ear to ear as she entered.

      “Surprise!” Polly said. She was smiling but Georgia could tell she was a little apprehensive about her reaction.

      She tried to keep her voice normal and not give away how concerned she was at their actions. It didn’t seem like them at all, but then, she’d known them only a week. “Girls, you know you’re supposed to wait until I get here and help you get dressed to come down to breakfast. Mrs. Biddle hasn’t begun yours yet. Let’s go up and get you dressed in something a little more becoming before your papa sees you. Unless you want him to fire me?”

      “Oh, no, Miss Georgia!” Polly said. “We don’t want that!” She jumped up from her chair. “Come on, Lilly, hurry. We don’t want to get Miss Georgia in trouble.”

      “But I thought you—”

      Georgia saw Polly shake her head at her younger sister. “Hurry, before Papa or Mr. Tate see us!”

      Georgia hurried behind them and let go of a relieved sigh when they made it back to the girls’ room without being detected. Something was going on here, but she didn’t know what it was, at least not yet. However, now was not the time to question them—they needed to get back downstairs. But she had to find out what caused the girls to act in such a way.

      She quickly got them changed into something more presentable and brushed their blond hair up and tied it with ribbons that matched their dresses. Then they headed back downstairs, the girls whispering in front of her.

      They slipped into their chairs just before Mrs. Biddle brought in their breakfast and Georgia could see the relief in their eyes. Evidently they knew she was disturbed by their actions, for they were more subdued than usual.

      “My