A little baby - I
Adaline sighed. Her hands hurt now, especially the right hand. She had been at it maybe more than four hours.
The last time she had seen the time it had been bright in the afternoon but now the sun was starting to set and that was so she could see from the window. As much as she wanted to see the time, she did not want to seem rude in front of the woman.
Mrs. Brawn was like that strict headmistress who did not get any pass to anyone. She was ruthless when it came to getting work done and she was ruthless with polite words.
It was always a skill that Adaline felt jealous of not having. Even though her words always said 'you must', 'this is the correct way' or even like, 'perhaps you should..'.
She had a different way of framing her words into something that would look like she was trying to correct Adaline and not force into doing something.