Poster: Marcy McGuire
Post # 18
Lingerie and Baby Shoppe
Although late in the evening, Marcy sent word to the Thistle for
Beatrice to meet her here at her shop. The note was short but concise as
this was a better time to talk business and if she had all the items she
had her practice on, to bring them at this time.
Beatrice took the note as an excellent sign, letting it mean nothing
less than good things as she packed away the handkerchiefs, the set of
gloves and the table cloth. Each had been done as neatly as she knew
how. When she stepped into the shop it was with a brilliant smile, and a
neat outward appearance. Skirt and bodice of muted green, a pristine
chemise of white with buttercups embroidered at the collar and three
quarter sleeve cuffs. As usual, she covered her hair and wore an apron.
One never knew when you were going to need pockets. "Good
evening!" Her voice all but bubbled over with excitement!
Marcy had a little table set up with tea and light biscuits, more a
pastry than biscuit. Her attire was of a pale moss green with white lace
shaped in a V down the front with scalloped edges over her shoulders. A
band of silk about her waist was tied off in a subtle bow at the back.
She waited at the door with the sign that still said open. All customers
were done and highly unlikely any others would show tonight. Her smile
turned bright as she opened the door upon Beatrice's approach and closed
it over after her but left unlocked. "A very good evening Beatrice,
how have you been since we last saw each other? I trust you had no
setbacks with the embroidery?"
Wide-eyed was one of the few ways to describe Beatrice and be completely
accurate. She had the sort of eyes that were guileless as they could be
clueless, but the cluelessness was rare unless of course she was
confused about something. When she looked at Marcy, it was with eyes
brimming over with sunshine. "Oh, I have been fine really. Very
well! I hadn't any problems, and hope you like my work." She felt a
little self conscious about the items in the basket but with a steadying
breath, set them atop the counter and set each one out for inspection.
"I've heard only good things, as people will talk. Most will only
say something if there is something good to say in these lands. What
goes around comes around is well versed to all." Her smile filled
with genuine warmth as she indicated where to set the
basket on the cleared off side of the tea table. "Come, sit, have a
cup of tea." She was already looking over the work done on the
gloves, and handkerchiefs. The tablecloth, which was the hardest and
largest sample she took the most time with. "You do beautiful work,
Beatrice. Steady, practiced hand with precise stitches." Smoothing
the tablecloth out on the corner beneath where there was plenty of light
from the wall candle with the mirror pieces behind in its enclosed cage.
"I would like to offer you a job, here in the linen shop. It pays
the average a week with a flat included upstairs. Violet occupies one
and she will help to train you but I know you will do well for part of
such a job requires a sunny smile and good disposition. One willing to
help others out that are looking for something in particular and if we
don't have what they need, then to suggest another shop that does."
Before she would continue, "are you interested?"
It would have been wrong for Beatrice to say to herself that she hadn't
been worried about what Marcy would think, but her words and the warmth
of her tone soon eased out those jumpy nerves she had. Of course, she
couldn't help twisting her fingers onto one another but that was a
given, since Marcy was now offering her not only employment but also a
place to call home. Imagine that! With her mouth suddenly dry, she had
to lick her lips a few times before her tongue could properly move, with
a little snatch of humming before hand. "I am very interested,
ma'am." She would be working for Marcy, so she hoped that the
appropriate title suited her. It was only polite and Bea knew plenty
Taking a seat adjacent to hers she poured some of the herbal tea in each
of their cups. There was a quality about Marcy, Bea would gradually
notice, of having the tranquil affect on her surroundings the longer one
was in her presence. Though young in features she had quite the
experiences behind her to pull upon for wisdom when needed. "Please
call me Marcy as I know you will respect our work positions. I know in
most lands such is not traditional but most in these lands is not
traditional." Which she felt Beatrice was probably already coming
to realize even if no ruling body could ever be perfect. Simply,
humanity was not perfect. "What are your aspirations and goals in
life if you have any," knowing well that this job may only be a
stepping stone and if she could help her in this particular step, she
would do her best.
Bea laughed with only the tiniest hint of nerves. "Alright then,
Marcy." Taking the teacup, she sipped at the tea after blowing
across the surface discreetly. "I hope maybe to have my mother come
live here. I noticed that Heathfield has so much to offer someone like
her. Maybe we'd have our own place, a little farm maybe. Now that I have
gainful employment it would be nice to send home word and let her know
I'm doing well." Not that Beatrice would be boastful.
"There is room enough for two in the flat above but if living with
your mother should prove a problem, then we shall see about getting you
a cottage nearby." There were always solutions to any given
situation once they arrived but she set out one option already for
consideration down the road. "Your mother would be welcome. You may
have noticed that family is encouraged in these lands."
Nodding a little, Beatrice smiled hugely. "I had noticed that most
of the families in Heathfield would be considered small, nomadic tribes
in some lands." Sipping again at her tea, she set it aside before
smoothing down her skirts. "To tell you the truth of it, I honestly
hope to simply be able to enjoy life. I suppose that would mean
eventually settling down, perhaps children. For right now though, my
first goal is to enjoy a warm summer." Since those in Scotland were
Which had her laughing, laughter that lilted like soft chimes on the
breeze. "There are actually a few that have no family or no family
here. Those that settled a very long time ago, had children that are
having children. For those that do not, they will enjoy the experience
of becoming like family with others here. Provided they wish such. Not
all do and that is what makes the people beautiful, those differences.
Although, there are traits that are not tolerated and if one wishes to
be such, they usually don't stay here." She was talking elusively
but she felt Beatrice was bright enough on that certain kind of level to
understand her meaning without needing to get into great detail. "I
can have empathy with your goals. They are not much different than mine.
I have my friends, my shop, my everyday things and if a man should
become a permanent part of that one day, I would not rule that out or
say it could never happen. It can happen to even one older." Giving
one of those sparkling quick winks before taking a drink of her tea.
Once done it was set to the saucer, "would you like to see the
Beatrice could only agree with Marcy's words and what she said of
others, how they fit in and if they didn't sank in well. She wasn't
completely naive most of the time, just some of the time but usually she
was pretty affable about it. "I'm not in a big rush, for any of
that. Right now, I'm just going to enjoy myself and make friends."
Which would be a greater change from her childhood. Bea was still
learning some of the nuisances of day to day interaction, but she
learned fast! "I would very much like to see the room,
please?" She might be able to call her Marcy, but Bea was far away
from dropping her polite habits. Or her neat ones. It was a thing.
Marcy appreciated the kind words, please, thank you and so forth used in
being courteous. Treat others as you would wish to be treated. She was
Druid. She was also the Queen's cousin and in that she always felt
her own behavior reflected on those she was related to. Rising from her
seat as she stepped away. "You can move in tomorrow if you like,
soon as you are ready to start working. As you can see, the shop is
linen and lingerie. We also carry baby products in a separate section
devoted to infants and toddler needs." Pointing out the various
areas as they moved through the store to the back. Beyond the first door
was a kitchen, well stocked with a couple tables, ovens, storage room,
pantry and a privy. Steps led from there to the upstairs. "You will
eat here, make your dinners and such, work it out between you and Violet
in sharing or if different times then what works best." That would
be left to them, "I rarely stay here for I've a manor across the
bay," all the while making her way up the steps to a hall that had
three doors, one on either side down the one end and one up the other
front end. Smaller one that she used when staying here instead of making
the trip back to her manor.
Following docilely along, Bea kept it in the back of her head to get to
know Violet and see how and if the woman enjoyed cooking. If she didn't,
then Bea would happily indulge herself with the small chore of making
sure that they were both fed, and fed well. "Do you bake goods for
your customers? Is there anything in particular that seems pleasing to
them?" Wandering, she smiled over the tiny little clothes. Someday.
And not a moment before! "I'm sure Alex will assist me with
finding someone to help me move my things here tomorrow." Bea
wondered what sort of sights she might see from her room? Hopefully
there was a little of everything in that sight.
Joe had a twofold reason for stopping at the shop tonight. One was to
purchase gifts for his mother and sister-in-law, Danielle, and the other
was to deliver a bouquet of flowers to Marcy. He had other
sister-in-laws of course, but they would be taken care of over the
course of the year with birthdays. He stepped inside and glanced around,
then moved forward a few steps and stopped right there. Not too much
wandering for him.
"There are a few lads that hang around the Thistle for that very
prospect, of helping someone with their horses, moving, lugging luggage
and so forth. Tommy, Johnny and Joey I think their names are. The tea
table downstairs is there for that very reason. Many of the older ladies
like to come to have some tea and see what is new, meet with friends.
Sometimes they buy," which had the light laugh to follow. Marcy
obviously didn't mind and in fact enjoyed the older women and the
stories they had to tell. Of course they would hint at some lordship or
duke for Marcy to maybe meet. Unlocking the door she opened it up to a
spacious enough living area with peat burning low in the hearth. A vase
with some carnations and roses sat upon the mantel above. There was a
couch and a small table with chairs off to another corner. A desk in
"There are two rooms that can be used as bedrooms or turn one into
a study or office." The bedroom had a bed and dresser that matched
made of a fine oak with carvings of acorns, leaves and vines. "Sean
MacGrath sells furniture, all handmade. There are other such items up at
the Thistle in a couple storage rooms you can have if you find something
you like. Some were from old manors that ones took over and had their
own furniture so they go there." The windows had been open to air
out the flat. Handing her the key at this point. "I will await you
downstairs. Take your time and check it all out." She didn't need
her breathing down her neck in that sense. There was a privy shared
between the two bedrooms whose windows overlooked the front side and
back. The backyard sported a splendid English Garden, gazebo, small
pond and various benches. So with a smile she left as she heard the
tinkle of the bell downstairs. "Someone has come in."
Parting words as she was light on her feet heading down to the kitchen
then out into the room. "Joseph, how good to see you," perhaps
surprised but a welcome one.
Nodding as she followed along, Bea kept herself in check with a bit of
humming every now and then. When she got nervous or too excited she
often fell into a fit of stuttering. Carefully entering the opened room,
Bea just stared with her mouth agape. Bea had shared a room with her
sister, Jesilyn for as long as she could remember and her room at the
Thistle which was generous by most terms seemed dwarfed by all the space
here! Knocked momentarily speechless, all she could do was nod as Marcy
took her leave to see to an unexpected customer downstairs. Soon enough,
it would be her duty to see to those customers as well but for the
moment, all Bea could do was touch some of the surfaces and look out the
"Evening, Marcy." He offered the bouquet of roses, daisies and
tiny orchids with a bit of babies breath. "These are for you. A
thank you for a lovely day, and for your suggestions for my mother,
though I wasn't able to buy anything here, yet. She was delighted with
the wildflowers and I had a brooch that I had found sometime ago and had
cleaned up. Nearly forgot about it."
Her smile bloomed as she crossed the room to accept the bouquet of
flowers. The scent appreciated for a few breaths to fill her lungs.
"They are beautiful, thank you so very much, Joseph." She
really enjoyed getting flowers and it brought a nice pink hint to her
cheeks. "Would you like some tea?" Which she brought them to
that very table. "I am sure your mother loved the fresh picked wild
flowers best of all, Joseph," turning to face him once the vase was
set. "In a few moments you will get to meet the young lady I am
hiring to help me run my store. Between her and Violet, I will have a
lot more time on my hands." Which was something earned after all
these years, a new step in her life that was being embraced.
Bea was still up there, rattling around in her very own little space. It
was a feeling she couldn't quite get used to thinking was actually
happening. She did however take a moment to look down at her hand, at
the key that lay there before doing a little jig of a dance while
stepping out into the hall. She didn't want to keep Marcy waiting, and
hurried with a light step down toward the shop front. "It is
wonderful! I can't - " Falling back a little, she grinned hugely,
if a little bit embarrassed. "Good evening!" Bea wasn't sure
if she had met the man next to Marcy yet. She could very well have, but
then again, there were so many people she'd probably forgotten his name.
Which was rude and horrible, but bound to happen!
"That's good news," he grinned at her, knowing she rarely took
time to herself. Then again, he got the same way when they started
working. "That means I'll have to steal away from the mine
more." He turned the smile on the young woman. "Good evening
to you as well."
"I'm Beatrice. Marcy has probably already told you that
though." Weren't they all cozy? It took Bea a split second to
notice the fresh bouquet of flowers that Joe had delivered and it made
her cheeks go a little pink on Marcy's behalf. Turning toward her new
employer, her smile brightened a notch. "It's a perfect space,
ma'am, I mean, Marcy. I can't wait to make it more ... me." Which
meant color and as much of it as she possibly could find.
"This is Joseph McAndrews of one of those very large tribes, or
clans as the Irish call them. There are quite a few Celtic descendant
families here as well many from other countries too. All seem to get
along with each other." Her smile warmed again. "Good, that is
what I was hoping to hear and you can get started as early as
tomorrow." Then upon Joseph, "I think you may well be at a
point in your life that I have reached too." One to finally give
them more time to spend doing fun things than all work.
"A pleasure to meet you, Beatrice. I take it you're a newcomer here
then?" He bowed slightly as he greeted her, a habit taught long
ago. He wondered if she had met any others of the family though if so,
it was likely the younger ones.
"You are one of the ten originals, not one of the one of the ten.
Like Rick." It was a little joke to Bea now just how many of those
McAndrews' there were! Giving him a quick, bobbed curtsy of muted green
skirts she beamed. "I am a newcomer or somewhat of one now. Miss
Marcy here has just set me to her employ and I am very excited to be
so." She could have been a chatterbox if she was comfortable, but
at the moment it was more nerves than anything that made her run on so.
"What brings you into the shop this evening?" Curious, but
polite she glanced side long as the flowers if only to speculate as one
She made sure the flowers had enough water as the two spoke and got
acquainted. Smiling away for it had been a very long time since a man
bought her flowers. Oh, she was beaming next with that thought as she
rejoined them. "Beatrice is very talented with embroidery and that
lovely touch will set our product apart from the others." Violet also
did embroidery as well selling, for one could do embroidery when
there were no customers or the other was seeing to those that came in.
"I should close up being we are done here." Which she would
see to bringing the tea tray with the cups and all to the kitchen and
set to quickly wash them.
Bea wouldn't allow that! She had a guest, if not a customer so she
gently took the tray from Marcy's hand. "Let me see to this, as
you've a guest, ma'am." It just couldn't be helped! Bea had it
ingrained in her head to be polite!
"I'm sure you'll do very well, Beatrice." He looked at Marcy
as she spoke and smiled. "Indeed it will. And it seems I missed the
offer of tea." He winked at Marcy then chuckled as they both seemed
to have the same idea. "I came to see Marcy." He'd see
to the gifts later. It wasn't urgent.
Setting to washing the tray and storing what was left, Beatrice pondered
if the market and the season might sustain the use of lemon to make
meringues. It also gave Marcy and Joe some much needed privacy since, as
he said, he came to see Marcy.
Laughing as Beatrice swept away the tray, "thank you
Beatrice." She knew Joe didn't come this late to do shopping.
"The tea would have been cold by now and I was thinking it would be
a nice walk to the Bay Cafe." Which she would need an escort to as
it was down towards the port though in a more residential area.
"Come see the work she has done," which she would show him the
gloves with the embroidered cuffs, the men's handkerchiefs and lastly
the tablecloth which had various flowers, leaves and vines along a
scalloped edge then a masterpiece in the center of it. They would wait
for Beatrice to see her back as it was the proper thing to do this late.
She came back shortly there after, having taken care of the dishes and
food storage. "I am especially proud of the tablecloth. It took the
most effort. But the gloves, they are finely made themselves. It was no
hardship stitching ivy and daisies along the cuffs." Though she
knew Joe wasn't shopping, Bea didn't mind talking about her work.
Nothing boastful, just informative sort. "I don't think I'll sleep
a wink tonight. I'll be too excited." Which of course meant that
she'd no doubt fall asleep like a log just before she was supposed to
"I think we could manage that." He hadn't been to the Cafe yet
but had heard about it. "You have a sale on both the gloves,"
which would be for Danielle, "and the tablecloth," which would
be for his mother. She had her own suite of rooms and sometimes like to
have small dinners for her friends. "I know two Ladies who will
appreciate the work very much."
"Wonderful!" Beatrice couldn't hide the joy she felt from her
features. She had never made something that would be sold before, so it
was a marvel and a delight.
"You have your first sale Beatrice!" Smiling up to Joseph as
she knew the two items would please both the ladies he bought them for.
"You can take with them with you tonight." She would show
Beatrice where the boxes were and pretty paper to wrap all up in with a
Oh! Beatrice enjoyed wrapping presents! It was all about cutting just
the right amount of paper, using the proper length of twine. Making sure
all the corners lined up. Setting herself right to it, she boxed and
wrapped the tablecloth and then the gloves.
They both had him smiling and while they were getting the gifts ready,
he did study some of the items. He'd be getting all kinds of questions
when he gave the gifts.
A nice bag to carry both wrapped gifts in and cards attached that Joseph
could write something special on or just sign his name if he wanted.
They were back in short work from the wrapping table where all was kept
needed for doing so. Almost everything they sold was wrapped unless the
customer didn't need it to be or preferred to do their own wrapping. The
service was freely offered otherwise. "Now," handing him over
the bag with the packages. "Shall we get my carriage and see
Beatrice back to the Thistle on our way to the Cafe?" Which would
have been brought around to the front of the shoppe at this point.
"Sounds like a good idea to me." Beatrice would get to ride in
style. He was over to stand at the door in wait. "Ladies."
Smiling, she made sure to grab her basket to carry along with her.
"Thank you, Joe." He held the door after all!
Which gained him an alluring smile as she passed, green eyes lifting
under the dark fringe of lashes before she was out. The carriage
awaiting them with her driver, for after the visit at the Cafe, she
would be heading home to Dunmore Manor. "There are stairs in the
back leading up to a porch you can get into your flat from there instead
of the need to go through the store." So Beatrice knew.
"Thank you for telling me. I don't want to go trampling through the
shop with my things." Though I'm sure no one would mind, but still.
Seated and on their way, she was happy for the short jaunt to the
He helped them both in before climbing in himself and settled in. It
would be a pleasant little trip, both to the Thistle, and then on to the
Cafe. He smiled as he listened, content to do so.
When they did get there, which was quicker than walking, Bea hopped
herself down with a mile wide grin. "You two have a wonderful time!
Thank you for the ride, and I shall see you soon Miss Marcy." She
couldn't wait to start working
"Good night, Beatrice. Again, it was a pleasure." She was out
quick and he didn't have a chance to even make an offer to help.
Laughing, he lifted his hand in a wave.
Which she had an extra key to the shop on her. "Take this in case
you need to open or close the shop." By then the driver had set the
carriage in motion. "Good night Beatrice, I will see you soon.
Sleep well." And off she and Joe went.