Traveling all over Britain to collect their monthly donations–which they conveniently forgot to send–was her second least favorite part of her job. The first being having to host the events to get the wealthy to agree to the charity donations in the first place. She'd much rather just sit at her desk and run things behind the scenes, but alas, the midwives were busy with patients (as they should), and it was her own responsibility.

It was fine. Everyone had to do things they didn't like for the good of society. The Abbey needed funding, so Melinda zipped around every month to the less reliable donors.

Though today's visit was one that she actually looked forward to.

After being let in by the butler and settled in the sitting room, she crossed her ankles and clasped her hands together around her knee, patiently waiting for Cordelia to arrive.

Daffodil Grimstone Cordelia Emsworth