Her grandfather saved the life of a lord and now she makes the long journey from the north of England to Shropshire to his manor in the hope of being offered a position in his household. The old Lord is dead but his son takes her in.
This is a story that came to mind when I was asked by somebody what was the one thing I should have done that I did not, it happened to me a long time ago. I will leave it up to you to decide when reality stops and fantasy takes over. PS this was before the days of the internet and its UK based story so fanny is not ass its pussy.