“ Nanny Verity beamed at everyone, her eyes
twinkling like rain-washed blackberries. She
settled the baby in his highchair and fetched him
a bowl of porridge and a spoon.
. ‘Did Albion have a good night’s sleep, Nanny?’
enquired Lady Henny.
. ‘Bone-dry all night, your Ladyship,’ Nanny Verity
replied, with her sunniest smile. ‘Then a
tiddly-widdly the size of Loch Ness two ticks
before upsy-daisy time.’ ”