294 - I Never Want to Leave

The cheerful clatter and pretend protests of the children that they had to work sooooo hard, was like music, though music I had only heard a faint echo of in the Marble Palace, when I was pretending to be a servant boy. The servants and slaves there, in the vast kitchens, had been making the work as cheerful as they could rather than expressing true happiness.

It was also done very quickly