The Mansion

I had arrived. The seventh housemaid in a large mansion, the Head Housemaid and most of the other staff could not believe I was to be one of them. I could hear them talking amongst themselves.

How could I be any good at my job being so small? I’d also have to be taught from scratch and also they did not think much of my parents for sending such a "scrap" away from home.

I was to tired to care about this and at the Head Housemaid’s command was put straight to bed and was brought a lovely hot meal on tray. One of the maids spent the evening altering my uniform which was supplied, but which was about three sizes to big for me, even after alteration the frocks practically reached my ankles.

My bedroom was also very cosy. I was thrilled to have to share with only one person, and to have my own wardrobe, bed, washbasin and bath whenever I wanted to, what luxuries.

Apart from feeling homesick at these times, I was very happy. We were a large staff. The Butler who was a Scot, strict, but a very kindly man, three parlour maids, one "tweeny", seven housemaids, one house keeper, two kitchen maids, two scullery maids, three chauffeurs, odd job man plus gardeners and outdoor staff for the huge gardens.