Gustav Klimt Schubert at the Piano

Gustav Klimt Schubert at the PianoGustav Klimt Malcesine on Lake GardaDaniel Ridgway Knight Waiting
that’s a bit heartless, Esme.”
“Heartless it may be, but headless it ain’t. I’ve never claimed to be nice, just to be sensible. No need to look like that. Now, are you coming or are you going to stand there with your mouth open all day?”
Nanny closed her mouth, and then opened it again to say:
“What’re you going to do?”
“Well, do you know how to cure her?”
“Me? No!”
“Right! Me neither. But I know someone mum.”
“Oh, hello. Mum. Hello, Mistress Weatherwax.”
“Let us in, there’s a good boy.”
“Friend or Foe?”
“What?”
“It’s what I’ve got to say, Mumetiquette.
The king had to sit at the head of the table. That was obvious. But if she sat on one side of him it made them both uneasy, because they had to keep turning to talk to each other. Opposite ends and shouting was the only way.
Then there was the logistics