“No! I won’t go!” Emilia shouted, kicking at the rushes on the floor.
“Stop that and come here, Emilia!” Her mother held out her arms.
Emilia stomped around the room, shouting, “No, no!” Stomp, stomp. “No, no, no, no, NO!”
“Stop!” implored her mother.
The little girl stood teetering as her mother began to cough. She stood on one foot, then slowly lowered the other to the floor. “Stop coughing, Mama!”
Her mother pressed her handkerchief to her mouth, swallow- ing hard, then sprang up and grabbed her daughter by the shoulders. “You are going to the Countess of Kent, and that’s all there is to it!” Emilia went limp and began to wail as her mother held her tight.