Perhaps my, leaving William's letter and gift unopened in full view of my mother was a mistake. I got occupied, I had to return to the kitchen and do my duties. When I got the chance, I had just stuffed it under a pillow before going back to the main house. When I returned, I was tired and went into slumber only to have the worst possible dream. I did not want to think about it or dwell on it. The thought of it scared me to death.