Dear Diary,
The weather has been dry of late and yet so cold for the time of year. Before setting out for a brisk jaunt upon the Knob, I was searching in the understairs cupboard for suitable headgear for such unseasonal weather. I found a handsome wide brimmed one and one that Father had made from a fox he shot a few years back. Ned was bustling up and down the cellar steps fetching and carrying for Mrs Crutchlow. I held them both out to him.
"Which should I wear, Ned?" I asked him as he emerged red faced from the cellar.
"Oh, I dunno, Mr Austen." He replied.
"I am so indecisive," I went on, "I cannot make up my mind." Ned disappeared back down the steps and Fanny emerged from the parlour followed by Miss Mona Lott and Miss Constance Noring, the ladies from Cobbler's End.
"We are off for a day in Blackdyke," they twittered.
"Wear the fox hat!" shouted Ned from down the cellar.
The ladies coloured. Miss Lott gasped loudly before Fanny shouted back;
"It's in Yorkshire, Ned."
Kristin Chenowith - Home
14 years ago
2 comments:
My dear Mr. Austen,
I was quite surprised by the reaction of Miss Lott and Miss Noring to Ned's helpful suggestion. Call me psychic if you wish, but I have a strong sense that those ladies are no strangers to the look and feel of fur close to the face ;-)
Yours knowingly,
Sir Studly Buckwell
My dear Mr Buckwell,
Oh Joy!
You have caught up with us!
Yours merrily,
Wayne Austen
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