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position.
    "Who is it," Sabrina called out, still wary that
Gerald might be looking for them.
    "Cassiopeia Blakemore," the female voice replied. "I’ve
come to make sure all is in order with Mr. Northcliffe."
    Opening the door, Sabrina smiled warmly at the woman who had
literally saved her and Alice from the streets.
    "So, I take it that you’ll be moving into the big house
tonight?" Miss Blakemore asked, looking around the drab but clean accommodations.
"Everything worked out between you and Mr. Northcliffe?"
    "Oh yes," Sabrina said, wishing she could offer
her guest something. "I don’t know how to thank you enough for the
placement, Miss Blakemore."
    "No need for thanks, and please call me Cassie."
Cassiopeia answered. "Mr. Northcliffe paid his finder’s fee. We do quite
well, actually." Miss Blakemore hesitated. She looked only slightly
uncomfortable as she continued. "There is one little thing that I need to
let you know about the position and Mr. Northcliffe."
    Sabrina’s heart sank. It must have showed on her face
because Cassiopeia rushed on to explain.
    "Now don’t you worry, dear, it’s really very minor, and
you will only have to put up with the inconvenience for a week or two. Just
until Mr. Northcliffe realizes he can’t run that big house without you."
Cassie adjusted her fashionable broad brimmed hat that sported several large
blue bows and some artfully placed black netting, which she pushed back just
slightly so she could meet Sabrina’s eyes. "The thing is, I didn’t tell
Mr. Northcliffe that you have a child."
    Sabrina sat down hard on the small bed. This couldn’t be
happening. She had no money left and this was her last hope. If this position
didn’t work out, she’d have to go crawling back to Gerald. A shudder wracked
her body at the thought. Before she knew what had happened, Cassie was sitting
on the bed next to her, folding her in a warm embrace.
    "Oh, I’ve said it all wrong," she muttered under
her breath. "It’s going to be fine, dear. No worries at all. You just need
to keep little Alice out of sight."
    "But what if he finds out? I’ll be let go for certain."
Sabrina buried her face in her hands. "I’m a terrible liar. And I don’t
think I should be deceiving my new employer before I even begin."
    "No, no," Cassie said, giving Sabrina an emphatic
shake. "You don’t understand. Mr. Northcliffe adores children. He is
actually working on a cure for influenza. His own little sister died of the
terrible disease and he spends all of his free time working on it."
    Sabrina looked up, hoping that this would be salvageable.
She needed this position, badly. "Then why do we need to hide Alice from
him."
    "Papa says I should be very quiet and stay with the
other servants in our new home," Alice said from where she was sitting.
    "Oh my," Cassie exclaimed. "She’s talking to
her father?"
    Feeling the blush burning her neck from acute embarrassment at
her daughter’s fanciful imagination, Sabrina tried to come up with an
explanation for the more than odd comment. "She misses her father
terribly. I think it’s how she is coping with the loss."
    "Actually," Cassie said, giving Sabrina’s shoulder
a reassuring squeeze. "I’ve heard of this. My neighbor, Madame Lou, is a
psychic. Sometimes I wander over to her tearoom to have my future told with her
cards, or tea leaves read, or just to talk about business. She’s really quite
brilliant, ahem, for an old crone, I mean. I remember her saying once that children,
especially children who have lost a parent, can sometimes communicate with the
dead."
    "That’s…unbelievable," Sabrina said, looking at
her daughter who seemed unconcerned with the conversation. "You’re saying
Alice is actually talking to her father?"
    "Well, not exactly." Cassie smiled at the young
girl. "She’s talking to his ghost or technically, his spirit."
    "I don’t believe it." Sabrina stood up abruptly,
but then didn’t know what to do with herself. Should she finish