As if summoned by my private musings, Robert came rolling down the hill.Think of the boy and he appears; what kind of faerie meddling was this?

Truthfully, I thought some of Robert's outfits a tad too daring. The necklines on some of his shirts plunged further south than those sported by a courtesan from the continent. He owned more patterned scarves than any sensible man ever should.

This time I wore a bonnet, otherwise the house keeper would scold me as if I were a thoughtless child; the sun will cook your brain and addle your pretty little mind, Mrs. Finch.Right, I don't think a bonnet could help you any, Madame.

During my last bright upswing, I had thrown all of my school allowance for the term on this coat. Collin teased me something horrible yet he wore bright orange without irony. His taste wasn't always to be trusted.