Brownes are made of sturdy stock – Memory House
Seeing the relaxed smile on the girl’s face, Ophelia says, “The stew should be done by now.” She rises from her chair, stirs the mixture once more time and then fills both bowls.
After a single mouthful Annie declares the stew delicious. “Is this lamb I taste?”
“Afraid not.” Ophelia laughs. “It’s the herbs and vegetables from my garden.”
Annie looks up wide-eyed. With her spoon stalled halfway to her mouth, she gasps. “You have a garden?”
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”
Struggling with such a thought, Annie says, “But isn’t it rather strenuous for a woman your age? Bending down, digging in the dirt?”
“I’m a Browne,” Ophelia replies. “Brownes are made of sturdy stock.”