"Well, now, Wilhelmina, how old are you?" Lily asked."Well, now, Wilhelmina, how old are you?" Lily asked. "Seventeen. But I'll be eighteen next month." "Eighteen, hmmm." Lily said. "I can cook, and play the piano, and do fancy sewing," she said. "Please don't make me go back with him, ma'am. Mister." Wille shot a plaintive look at Rhett. "Well, Ima does all our cooking and we've got someone else who sews." "Come on now, Lily. Surely you can find something for the child to do," Rhett said, his chivalry appealed to. Lily shot him a mischevious look over her shoulder. "She could play the piano. I always did say that wasn't your strong point." "Why, thank you, Miss Lily." "You could work upstairs with the other girls. Would you like that?" Lily asked Wilhelmina. "What--what do they do up there, ma'am?" _Oh, my_ thought, Miss Lily. _At least Heather knew what she was getting into. Or rather what was getting into her._ "I could show her, Miss Lily." Rhett to the rescue. "I'm sure you could," Lily said drily. To Wilhelmina she said, "Now, would you like to learn?" Wilhelmina nodded, then she looked crestfallen and said, "But the other girls are all so pretty. |