"giant peach"

we were a large family looking for a home. a mobile home found us. it came to us, like the giant peach in james and the giant peach, or like howl's moving castle. a large large moving building that walked up to us. we tested the front step. it seemed to hold. so we went in and occupied the otherwise unoccupied house. there were about a dozen children, many of them twins, triplets, quartets, and such, there was the mother and the aunt, me and i think i had a brother (we were the eldest), and the master of the house (unrelated by blood). at first, it seemed like we would all get along brilliantly, we had just bought a few dozen sets of some beautiful china that fit all occaisions and all types of meals. we would set out the china for meals and for tea. but as the days went by we realized a problem. because we had so many plates and such to set out, it took quite a while before the meal or tea was ready to be had, and when there were enough placings for us to begin to serve, it would very quickly be time to gather up the plates and begin to wash them to make it in time for the next meal., besides the time it tookcooking and preparing, that often only a handful of the children had been served and none of the adults. the curious part of the house was that most of it was stairs and landings, no floors except the ground floor, which meant that if anything were to drop, particularly any china, it would be most certainly doomed to breaking since it would fall all the way to the first floor. at one point after having set the tea sets but only serving no more than 4 places and having a sip myself i had to gather things again to prepare for the next meal, but the number of plates i was carrying and the sense of being rushed made me clumsy and i dropped a handful onto the floor. none was spared that dropped, unlike i had hoped, and the mother was angry at me, protesting how now she had to go back and buy another set, etc etc. i said that she could have the remaining 1pound that i had on me from the 10 that the master had given me a while back. he still owed me 20pounds (this part comes from watching jane eyre a while ago) and that if she really needed the money i would give her all i could, since the master still owed me and i could withdraw from my dowry (because he promised to marry me). the other servants were constantly plotting with the mother to find fault in me and convince the master to not marry me. such as, after the incident, i went upstairs to my room and in my rage i violently removed the bed covers, which i was supposed to do anyways, and what did it really matter since it all would eventually belong to me and it would be my home once i married the master? i threw the sheets to the floor along with the cushions and something round and glass, probably a glass vase, broke in the flurry. i calmed down then and started to separate the shards like slivers like cresent moons from the cloth. i think i had a dog with me. a servant must have heard the crash and came shouting up the stairs. the master was outside my door watching me try to untangle shard from cloth. the servant bowed to the master as she passed, all the while saying something like, oh this girl, always breaking things always making a fuss and a mess master you shouldn't marry such a girl such a troublesome person etc etc. she came into my room, regarded the mess, and opened a window, and tried to tear the things from my hands, but i refused, i could clean up myself, and i said not a word.