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You're herty feather, when have you ever been on the right side of someone in charge?

That maid was red hair.

I don't trust her.

If you tell anyone, we were like it.

Your sisters!

Miss Emily has the rare determination to take on the establishment to become a doctor.

Good. Then that's the last we should speak of.

Until I go to university myself.

And your service must end.

Sick, sick, and all.

Boy, that's my soul.

The boy I love is...

Saved your fruits up.

Thank you,

It had been a different kind of summer at calendar hall.

Gideon!

What was it?

The family were travelling on the Grand Tour in Europe.

Which meant for all of our servants.

While the family's away, the staff will play.

Petey!

Tag!

Come on!

We just wanted to have fun.

But after a whole summer of being free, how would we go back to doing chores?

Tomorrow.

In fact, working hard was the last thing on our minds.

And some of us might never want to take orders ever again.

Happy?

Liddy?

Sheila?

The calendars will be on their way.

They're coming back.

Tomorrow.

The

Good to meet you.

Fancy walking the garden.

I thought you'd never ask.

Hold on.

There's dusky clean removing and cutlery to polish.

One more game.

You've been playing all summer.

Inside.

What's that last thing on freedom?

Some are the only one working round here.

You?

Maybe Sheila?

Sheila!

The boy I love is up in the gallery.

The boy I love is looking now at me.

All week she's either been in Emily's room or sneaking about.

And she's had two buffs since Sunday.

Two.

If I know Sheila, I'd say she's up to something.

About what?

And with who?

Jack, get, keep an eye for visitors.

Hold on. What about our walk?

Well, it will have to wait.

Agnes?

Count me in.

I'm going to march.

What was that?

What was that last week?

Oh, who even might as pongering?

Oh, I like that.

I thought you was playing detective with Hetty

on the case of the mistress Sheila Ormsby.

Would be if the pantry wasn't a mess.

Littie can do that.

She's clearing my dust sheets.

The house needs to be a sink before they will appear.

And there's a cake to finish and we'll sconce to make.

Isn't Sheila supposed to be doing that instead of sloping off?

I've seen her a few times.

Snicking out the youth gate.

Leaving me to do our dirty work.

You know how to give you Agnes your work for more than that?

You just have to have a bit of fun.

Let's be back to work for tomorrow.

Get your joys now to make me feel better.

Do I?

Do you really think Sheila's stepping out with someone?

By who could it be?

There's no one that came to haul and it'd be that stupid.

That's what we need to work out, isn't it?

But I can't say a blame-er.

I don't think it's a skype, I suppose.

Not that.

With Hetty and Jack going walking and me and you and me,

she's bound to feel left out.

Oh.

I'm surrounded by romance.

I would if it was me.

Everything's about romance, though, is it?

Well, I'll have to wait and see.

You're right.

I deserve a bit of fun.

Bye, get.

I'll go to the east gate just in case she goes the other way.

What if I see something or she sees me?

The temporary housekeeper Agnes, use your initiative.

If Miss Emily can learn to be a lady at her finishing school, then so can I.

A lady?

Sheila, what are you up to?

If she wants to have fancy frocks, she would have taken them with her.

I'm just giving them an airing.

Likely story?

Don't tell me you've never wanted to address all fancy Agnes.

Boys like it when their sweet hearts look pretty.

I should know.

I'm just gonna go.

What's a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?

Looking for someone?

What if I am?

Well, if you need any help, private Wilfred Sturgers from the Queensland Regiment at your service.

Hety feather.

I'd say we're both on the lookout and waiting for Miss Emily.

Miss Emily?

I met her at Homestead Fair.

She's been stepping out on me ever since.

Miss Emily sent me with a message to herself.

Hi, T and the main hall and you're invited along the lane and Dunnewain Drive.

Wilfred?

We need high tea and quick.

What happened?

Wilfred, he's on his way.

Who's Wilfred?

Private Wilfred Sturgers.

Sheila's bow.

Or should I say Miss Emily's?

He's a right charmer.

What, you mean someone's been dressing up and telling fibs?

Miss I have got to see.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm not trying to see.

Excuse me.

I can help you.

I'm here to see Miss Emily.

We're taking tea together.

Miss Emily, I'm sorry.

There must be some-

Gideon.

I can't do this.

You must be Wilfred Sturgers.

And you are very pretty indeed.

I'm Just Agnes.

Just Agnes, eh?

Well, just Agnes, you can call me Wilf.

Nice to meet you, Wil.

Hold on a minute.

Hetty told me we were expecting you.

Oh, the lovely Hetty.

Who is this chap?

I'll come to use you to the drawing room.

Miss Emily will be along shortly.

Excuse me, Jack.

Miss Emily's in Switzerland.

That's not our Wilfred things.

Fresh lemonade, private stegis.

It's don't mind if I do.

And it's Wilf, remember?

Miss Emily's favorite.

Wilf?

Miss Emily insisted on it for her 60th birthday party.

But I'm sure she's told you all about that.

Miss Emily insisted on it for her 60th birthday party.

But I'm sure she's told you all about that.

You see, you don't see our teeth coming along.

And see if Miss Emily is on her way.

Miss Emily's told you that she wants to be a doctor, of course.

More times than I can even remember.

Has Wilfred Twiggett always hit you with a charming year?

Oh, he's a charming out.

Hehe.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Right.

Now all we need is Miss Emily herself.

No.

No.

We need to skip our own Wilfred charming searches.

Right.

You fetch the ladder.

I'll do the talking.

Miss Emily did tell me she was partial to a bit of baking, though.

The second day I met her, she brought me a nice bun.

And as for her sure breast.

Bacon.

That doesn't sound like Miss Emily to me.

Has it to you, Lizzie?

Lizzie.

Sometimes I have that effect.

I can imagine.

Hehe.

That mind does.

Yeah.

Giddy.

What are you doing?

I just measured up for winter cuts.

You keep talking about yourselves.

Go on Agnes.

You were saying...

What are you grinning at, Feather?

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

What are you grinning at, Feather?

Miss, you must know.

I was meeting my bow and then what I'm told stood me up.

No, he didn't.

Wilfred.

Where is he?

Private searches?

Wilfred.

Miss Emily, calendar, to see you.

Emily.

Thanks for your kind invitation to your beautiful home.

It's a delight that you could join me, Wilfred.

I do hope my staff have treated you well.

We've chartered so much about you.

You.

Your studies.

Your talent for baking at Miss Emily.

We had no idea.

Agnes, some matters are meant to be kept private for a young lady like me.

Miss Missed.

The lot of you.

Ooh.

You mean you don't want us to stay in.

Poor tea.

Not even butter or stone.

That's not like you.

Are you sure you're feeling well, Miss Emily?

I said get out!

Private, Sturgis and I would like some time.

Alone.

Effect your fresh pot, Lizzie.

Keep on serving.

I'll bring more spoons too.

She would have been Emily.

How did he ever fall for it?

Who's that are we expecting, someone?

The calendars?

No, it can't be.

I believe you have prepared for my arrival.

Missed friend, Mrs. Callender, I expect to meet.

I'm sorry, the calendars aren't back for another day.

I'm ahead of schedule.

I came straight from the ship.

And you are.

What is she talking about?

Edward Green.

How is she Appealing?

Pass me a drink.

Really? Oh, that nonsense is staff I've been telling you.

Oh, I don't know. They seem to know you pretty well.

In fact, they seem more like friends than staff to me.

Isn't that right, Emily?

Oh, I never want to hear that name ever again.

And I suppose you're not.

I'm not sure.

I don't want to hear that name ever again.

And I suppose you don't want to see me again either.

Yes, I will.

Because let's face it.

What would a wealthy young lady be doing stepping out with a lowly private like me?

Wait, what? You didn't think I was a tough?

What does it matter? I thought you were lovely.

Just the way you are.

Sheila.

Sheila?

That was my auntie's name.

I always knew you were meant to be Wilfred's dad.

I'm sorry the family aren't here to greet you.

Indeed.

Ah, my tea.

Is it dad-gealing?

No, it's all grey for...

Miss Emily.

Miss Emily.

Miss Emily.

Then I shall take tea with her, but I want dad-gealing.

Upstairs and unpacked.

You should never have gone along with your stupid plan.

I thought we were in this together.

What's that? We get out of it.

We have to warn her.

No! My release must be carried on its own.

It's great care.

I guess my stress shock.

And do not have to open it under any circumstances. Do you understand?

I do not want to dismiss you on the first day I arrive.

Miss Emily?

Not anymore. We're courting serious now, aren't we, Wilfred?

All right. Sheila, this has to stop. We've got a visitor.

Yes. My boy.

No, don't you have soldier. This one's a prince or something.

A prince? Why didn't you say?

My horarja ashok ramchandra of the Amber Kingdom.

The princely state of Jaipur.

Very pleased to meet you.

Miss Scanner.

Not a prince of the marrying variety then.

And this is...

Don't you worry. I was just leaving.

Barak's curfew and all that.

Wilfred, the East Gate tomorrow, remember? I'll be waiting.

Thanks for tea. Agnes.

Oh. You're welcome, Wilf.

Wilf.

It wasn't like me calling Wilf.

Shh.

Now, Miss Emily, let me tell you about my plans before you tell me about coming to hall.

I'm here to be educated in England.

Can this get any worse?

Who is that?

My governess was English.

I learnt so much from her.

Just as my grandfather, the maharaja prasad sing.

learnt about this house from your grandfather.

And now I will learn about it from you.

Excuse me.

Miss Emily, Agnes, Hersey.

Tea at last.

Now pull up my chair and plump up my cushions.

There's no time.

Small child? That is an order.

That small child has a name.

Please listen to me.

And she is a servant. Her name is nothing to me.

Well, it does to me.

I've never met anyone so rude.

I am a member of a great royal dynasty.

I don't care who you are.

Whilst you sound like a shrieking peasant.

A peasant.

How dare you!

Stop that! Please stop!

Let me go! I do as I win.

Not in my house. You hear me?

Your house?

Is there something I should know about?

Ashok, I see you've met Sheila.

Who appears to be wearing Emily's dress.

Sheila?

She told me Mrs. Callender.

I'm insulted me.

Quite.

I'm sorry Mrs. Callender.

Not to mention entertaining a soldier in the German.

He must have thought she was Miss Emily too.

So that's who it was sneaking away.

You brought a young man into my house.

It's enough to tarnish my family name not to mention Emily's reputation.

But he's not just any young man, Mrs. Callender.

He's my sweetheart.

I only borrowed a frock for the hamster's bed.

That's where I met him. I had to keep it going.

Sheila, this is not the behaviour I expect from our staff.

Therefore the punishment must reflect the offence.

As she deserves. The way we used to treat our servants back home.

Sheila?

What you did warrants instant dismissal.

Therefore I have no choice.

No. I resign.

This instant.

Because it doesn't matter what you or anyone else thinks of me.

My Wilfred loves me just the way I am.

I see.

So from now on I'm going to be an army wife.

Not slaving in a kitchen.

I didn't realise you had such plans Sheila.

Well I have.

We're getting married.

You're marrying Wilfred since when?

Oh, eawiggling were we? This is all you're for.

Sheila, I never meant this to happen.

Well, I might be leaving this place. But I won't miss you.

Yeah, I won't miss you either.

Not my own stinking bin.

Right then. We need to crack on sharpish,

adding up these gardens. Boreds for a start.

We can do it in the morning.

We can't. The calendar's a back.

Well, Mr. calendar and Miss Emily are still in Europe.

About the rest.

Suppose they got word Prince was arriving in Horitong?

Agnes is going to be a right, Tizzy.

I told you that today should be fun.

Hardly. Especially not for Sheila.

Why, what happened?

She got caught pretending to be Miss Emily.

And now Sheila's resigned before Mrs. calendar could give her the elbow.

She's heading off today.

How does he feel about all of this? Was she upset?

Wasn't he who told me?

I saw Lizzy in the World Garden picking flowers.

For Sheila. She's getting married to Wilfred.

What?

Take this. You might need it.

What for? An army marches on its stomach.

Take it.

We'll have married quarters so we won't go hungry.

Is that what he said?

All that wanted to be a cook, Sheila.

What's it matter? Wilfred will give me the world.

We'll be husband and wife by the end of the week.

This place won't be the same without Sheila.

Our loss is Wilfred's gain, I suppose.

Yeah, but does he really know what he's getting himself in for?

We're marrying Sheila.

Maybe he's not as much of a charmer as we thought.

And he could be more the settling down type.

It doesn't look like him.

Wait. What if Agnes thinks that about me?

He thinks what about you?

Settling down.

Now, Sheila's getting married. You know what girls are like for romance?

I wouldn't worry. Agnes will be too busy being cooked when Sheila's gone.

Have you tried Agnes's cooking?

Yeah, sure.

When she does start to make you cakes, then we really need to worry.

Oh, thanks a lot.

Anyway, Lizzy told me that Mrs. Callender's looking for a new butler now that the prince is here.

Which means we won't have to fetch and carry for it.

At least that's something.

What's so important about his values anyway?

I don't know.

It's a suitcase to you and me. It's one that I nearly got sat over.

What's the matter with him? He's been nothing but trouble since you walked through the door.

George told me your late father was a complicated man.

And his father.

Well, look after you well.

My husband is your guardian. It's my duty, too.

Mrs. Callender, paying for my education is most generous.

It's nice that we can help.

And while she's away, you may take Emily's room, the brightest we have.

I go to his brightest, the Indian son.

We will try to make you feel at home by serving you in the manner your youths do.

You know, I left behind my mother and three sisters to be here.

Your husband and his family.

You were was.

I've already put a notice in the newspaper for more staff.

I'm sorry. I must go to William. He's unsettled after his journey.

Mother, today's not fair.

I don't want she to go, or because of silly nasty Asher.

Constance.

Edward Murray, she's sleeping.

Mm-hmm.

Bye, Sheila.

You're the best worst

and I'm living happily ever after. I think not for her.

Take care, Sheila Ormsby.

I wish we could see them getting married.

There's nothing sweeter than a sign of wedding bells, is there?

The dawn chorus, isn't that useful?

Well, I met front people, of course.

I'm too busy keeping this place in check.

These are for you. You'll make a beautiful ride.

It looks lizzy.

Or for be waiting for you.

I'll go straight to the barracks and find out, won't I?

Bashu, look.

Now if I were a duchess and had a lot of money,

I'd give it to the boys going to marry me.

I have a lot of cake.

She does know what she's doing, doesn't she?

Yeah.

Of course she does.

Right then.

Young Ashucks welcomes in and needs preparing,

and we've lost our cook.

I'm sure he'll be expecting a banquet.

I want to banquet too.

Carried by an Indian elephant.

And served love alone.

Letty?

Check on his lordship.

How's your lordship?

Hettie.

I was hoping for that walk in the garden.

I have to keep on hoping.

Well, because of some jumped up in that harajah, we'll find a way.

Master Ashucks' arrival was a surprise to all of us.

And so was Sheila's departure.

Get them tanks on Lizzy.

We need them.

What started as a childish prank had ended in disaster.

Sheila made it look easy.

Now Sheila's life had changed forever.

And so would ours.

Little did we know,

Master Ashucks was hiding something too.

Is your luggage on parts of your requirements, Master Ashuck?

No, get out.

I'm going to get you.

Now there were far bigger secrets waiting to be unearthed at Kalander Hall.

Like Sheila, we had no idea what life would hold for us that day.

My old friend had left,

and our newest visitor had arrived.

Our next great adventure was about to begin.

I understand what your in love with Hetty Feather will have to win her.

Get this out of my sense!

Absomber Master, easy pick him.

And who might you be?

My father will be making himself known to you in good time, so look sharp.

I bet you don't have secrets.

Like we have.

If I tell you, would you help me?

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