Mrs. Grose.

Mrs. Grose?

Mrs. Grose?

Mrs. Grose.

Mrs. Grose!

Dearest Mrs. Grose!

Think, Mrs. Grose.

Mrs. Grose doesn't know.

Thank you, Mrs. Grose.

Oh, Mrs. Grose, she's here!

That's what Mrs. Grose says.

I'm out here, Mrs. Grose.

Oh, forgive me, Mrs. Grose.

Oh, go in, Mrs. Grose.

Mrs. Grose! Flora, she's gone!

I was just practicing, Mrs. Grose.

Mrs. Grose must have hidden it here.

Mrs. Grose, have you got my letter?

Mrs. Grose was quite startled by the thought.

Dear Mrs. Grose, what a comfort you are.

And, Mrs. Grose, would you sit there too?

Oh, yes, I do. It was Mrs. Grose.

Longing to see Bly and Mrs. Grose and Flora.

But Mrs. Grose said, Stuff and nonsense! Stuff and nonsense!

He put me in charge... in sole charge, Mrs. Grose.

Not as excited as we have. And not as excited as Mrs. Grose.

I hope you won't be lonely... with just Flora and Mrs. Grose and me.

And, Mrs. Grose, please, wait till you see Miles again... before you judge me.

I said, to Mrs. Grose... I wish there was some way of sleeping in several rooms at once.

Mrs. Grose wanted to give you a big room... but I said, She'll only be there when she's asleep.

Near Wallacia it is joined by the dammed Warragamba River and north of Penrith, near Yarramundi, at its confluence with the Grose River, the Nepean becomes the Hawkesbury River.

Dear Mrs. Grose, I know it's hard for you to think wrong of those children... but there are things that I haven't told you... that I can't bring myself to tell even you.