Prudence - Part something - twoish - very very draft

The rain is so loud on the canvas roof of the wagon, that I cannot even hear the person next to me speak.  How do people in the countryside sleep , wondered Prudence, withh all the raicous wildlife debaunchery carrying on in the night. 

Prudence was most sincerely regretting her foolish agreeance to this job opportunity.  It is quite ridiculous.  Who hires a households worth of servants and ships them out to the countryside for the summer?  What had she let herself in for? 

Admittedly all the staff were as they should be.  The Butler would only speak to Senior Servants.  The Housekeeper looked like she stuffed lemons up her arse for fun.  The housemaids were having a very good time with the caravan guards.  Perhaps she should be more suspicious surrounded by such archetypes?  Things were too normal. 

Or as normal as they could be in a caravan train in the forrest in the rain surrounded by sex crazed amphbians.  Did they have to be so loud?

Okay, she admitted, it was nice to be out of the house.  Lucius had let her handle the reins of the kitchen wagon.  Joshua had let her tag along on a hunting trip.  He'd even let her have a go with his bow.  Only she hadn't been able to draw it.  Judith had taught her some songs, though she didn't know where she would be able to sing them unless she changed the lyrics significantly.  Were it not for the frogs depriving her of sleep and her worries about her future, she would be enjoying life on the road.

Judith says the dark haired boy with the earring's name is Fergus.  It's been two weeks and he still looks like he is laughing at me.  I am totally going to say something next time.
Maybe.

Probably not.
Joshua says travellers can't be trusted and that respectable girls shouldn't be alone with them.
I have no great urge to be alone with him.  Unlike half the housegirls I encounter who all seem to be conveniently dropping things in his vicinity or tripping or accidentially tearing their skirts off.  Who did Amelia think she was kidding with that anyway?  As if?

Prudence - Part One

Hers was a narrow world.  Of scrubbed pots and polished cutlery.  Hands red and raw. Or that is to say, it had been.  What a strange thing to be unemployed?

Once accepted, a job was for life. How does a person organise themself?  She'd never really had to make decisions before.  Just do what she was told, when she was told.  Quietly without fuss.  And try and keep her hair neat under her cap.  Bits were always coming loose.  Cook had threatened to shave it once.  Cook said she'd never progress upstairs the state she was in.

Her employer had died and the heir was not interested in keeping the properties.  He resided on some foreign Island, cook had said, and did not wish to be bothered with the upkeep of houses he would never see.

The new owners already had many of their own servants.

How does one go on? She was not twelve anymore to be picked at an apprentice fair.  The governor of the orphanage had organised placement for her originally.

Freedom feels strange. Paritcularly considering her options seemed to mostly be freedom to starve and be homeless once her wages ran out.

Well, Prudie decided, I shall not be like John Coashman and drive about for ages o'cause I won't ask for directions.  She straightened her skirt and resolute went downstairs to ask her landlady what she thought she should do.