It's the only one; I have told you everything else, except what I am going to tell you in this chapter, which is the last.
At least, of course, I haven't told you EVERYTHING.

If I were to do that, the book would never come to an end, and that would be a pity, wouldn't it?
Well, as I was saying, life at Three Chimneys was never quite the same again.

The cook and the housemaid were very nice (I don't mind telling you their names--they were Clara and Ethelwyn), but they told Mother they did not seem to want Mrs.Viney, and that she was an old muddler.
So Mrs.Viney came only two days a week to do washing and ironing.

Then Clara and Ethelwyn said they could do the work all right if they weren't interfered with, and that meant that the children no longer got the tea and cleared it away and washed up the tea-things and dusted the rooms.
This would have left quite a blank in their lives, although they had often pretended to themselves and to each other that they hated housework.

But now that Mother had no writing and no housework to do, she had time for lessons.