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ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย The spring sun had drawn the staff out onto lawn during their lunch, farย out of sight of the Crawleyโs, the welcome change from the darkened hall had placed the under butler in good spirits. Left alone upon the blanket for a moment, whilst Mrs Patmore and Daisy finish the last treatsย theyโd prepared for the staffโs first picnic of the season, Thomas would take advantage of the rare sun on his face. He wouldnโt regret his choice of clothing, although thickย they retained the gentle heat comfortably; it was perhaps the nicestย day of the year so far, and Mr Carson had been oddly nice enough to give them a break from the confinements of the house.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย His attention would divert from the sky upon hearing a rustle in the grass, to a small childย that did not belong to anyone he knew. Smiling, he offered a small wave to the girl.ย โHello !โ
ย Hearing a male voice flow through the air makes the child turn her head to look upon that direction to see an elder male sitting on a blanket among the grass. She stands up straight and gives a gentle smile followed by a wave of her hand,
ย ย ย ย โHello!โ She says in return,ย โI really like your flowers! They are beautiful!โ Her voice was loud and high so she could be heard by him. She begins to move towards him, small feet moving along thick and well kept grass - looking down she makes proper sure her dress does now get caught underneath her feet. Violet still had a little bit of growing to do for this particular choice of attire. She stops in front of him with a sweet smile,ย โIs this your house, Sir?โ