hurry.
People opened the carriage door and helped Master Jefferson down. He laughed and clasped their hands and spoke to them. A bunch of townspeople had ridden up from Charlottesville, and Master Jefferson shook their hands too, and shook hands with the overseers. After a moment, though, he lifted his head and looked around with a deep breath, like he was drinking in the scenery. His head stopped. Beverly looked to see what he saw.
Master Jefferson had found Mama. Mama looked at him. She didnât smile, but her chin went up and her eyes softened. Master Jefferson held her gaze for a moment, then looked away. Then smiled.
Joy bubbled up inside Beverly like a gurgling mountain stream. Papa was home forever. Beverly never felt so glad.
Chapter Twelve
The End of Tranquility
Beverly had known the first few days of Master Jeffersonâs homecoming would be busy, but he hadnât expected chaos. Master Jefferson had brought home twice the usual amount of luggage, and all of it had to be unpacked and sorted and put away. Before Uncle John and Beverly were halfway through heaving crates into the great house, another freight wagon stacked with boxes pulled up to the door. A dark-haired white man hopped down from the seat beside the driver. âPlease, where is Miss Edith?â he said, with a small bow to Uncle John. âI am Monsieur Julien.â
Uncle John acted as though white men bowed to him all the time. He nodded, slowly and politely, and said, âSir. Come this way.â
Beverly trailed them to the new kitchen. It was twice the size of the old one, but it was still empty except for the long table Uncle Peter had brought in from the old kitchen, and a few benches and shelves. Miss Edith and Miss Fanny turned toward the door when Uncle John walked in. They saw the white man, and their faces lit up.
âMonsieur!â cried Miss Edith. She went to him and held out her hands. Beverly watched, horror-struck, as the white man kissed Miss Edith, first on one cheek, then on the other. What would Joe Fossett say?
Now the man was kissing Miss Fannyâs cheeks. Beverly gulped. Heâd never seen such a thing. The three of them started talking so fast Beverly got lost right after âHow was your journey?â Uncle John looked as confused as Beverly felt.
Finally Miss Edith seemed to notice them. âThat whole wagon needs to be unpacked,â she said. âI want all the crates brought in here. As soon as youâve done that, Iâll need you to get Joe, to measure for grates for the stew stoves. John, whoâs the best man for mortar? And do we have bricks on hand, or do we need to have them made?â
Uncle John blinked. âWeâll get the wagon,â he said. âIâll check on the bricks. How many you need?â
Miss Edith said something to the white man, so quick and incomprehensible Beverly thought it might be a foreign language, like Mamaâs French. She listened to the manâs answer, then turned back to Uncle John. âTwo walls, say twelve foot long by three foot high, and some dividing wallsâsay another twelve footâs worth, maybe a little more. How many bricks is that?â
âIâll get back to you.â Uncle John pulled Beverly outside with him. He shook his head. âPhew.â
âSheâs different,â Beverly said. When Miss Edith came home on vacation she didnât boss folks around.
âWomanâs learned to be a chef,â Uncle John said. âGood Lord above.â
âWe gonna tell Joe and Davy about the kissing?â
âNah,â Uncle John said. âI think thatâs some kind of French thing.â
Beverly looked back over his shoulder. âThat manâs French?â He wondered if the man would know Mama.
âSure,â said Uncle John. âThat âMonsieur,â thatâs French for mister .â
Monsieur Julien had trained Miss Edith for eight years in Washington.
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