"Boredom?" Rose said with a grin, entering the house. "Isn't that was Sundays are for?" In truth, Rose had never felt very bored on Sundays. She used to enjoy not working, and their Sunday meal, and their Sunday school meetings in the afternoon, and having more time for play. Now that she was a maid, she often had to work on Sundays and she missed the good old days.

"Well, I hope you like eating for an activity, because I've brought oatcakes." She put the basked on the table, and took away the cloth that covered it. The smell of freshly bakes oatcakes filled the air.