Of course Miss McPadraic the Flour Girl would be back to cause trouble. The door didn’t close right away, but it did after she announced the state of the household.

“You haven’t seen how growing boys eat,” he retorted.

At least, he hoped she hadn’t. Because it was mostly 6 ravenous girls eating the McPadraics out of house and home in the night.

He glanced to the teapot with an arched brow.

“What can I get you?”