Prissy looked at Joss and sighed. “I truly am sorry, Joseph, that you have been dragooned into this.”
“That’s all right, ma’am,” said my brother. “After all, I have always wanted to be a dragoon!” He grinned as he stirred the boiling preserves so vigorously that the mixture slopped over the side of the pot.
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