Reply To: Two Aunties au Pair and Their Pert Carouses

Finnley took a deep breath and knocked firmly on the door before realizing that the main entrance to the staff wing had a selection of buttons to press, and was not a simple matter of making oneself heard with bare hands when faced with a panel of wood.

The writhing infant under her arm was distracting, ruffling her confidence.  By the time the door opened, she was flustered and angry from the struggle.

“Should this,” she said, thrusting the red faced child at the astonished maid, “Be outside in the road on its own?”