Dear Prudence,
Pay no attention to Mrs Highmore. I suspect her foul moods
are inspired more by Mr Highmore’s constant attention to their daughter’s
governess than any offending action by poor Harriet. Perhaps he has his eye on
her as well! Be careful, Prudie, or you may well become a family of sorts.
I am only joking, of course. Harriet is a handsome young
woman despite her age, and you may well marry her off to a pastor who has
dedicated himself so fully to the book that he’s forgotten to take a bride. Perhaps
you might inquire about Mrs Impleton’s son the next time we gather for whist.
He is an odd young man, but that may mean he is not yet spoken for. Harriet
would not be entirely miserable. He is the heir to the estate, after all, and
Mr Impleton is getting on in age.
Would that I could take away four and thirty years so that I
might attract a new caller. With Walter gone, I find I am quite lonely, Prudie.
He was a simple man, and not at all connected, but I am finding with my age
that the heart will want as it may, position in society notwithstanding.
To keep me occupied, I have decided to give Mr Doe a second
chance. He assured me this book would be more to my liking and, if I am to
judge solely upon the cover, I think he may be correct. The Paper Magician by
Charlie N. Holmberg features a perfectly respectable lady on its front. I will
be interested to see what kind of charlatans Mr Holmberg will pit her against.
The only magic I have ever witnessed was Martha’s removal of blueberry juice
from my favorite shawl with a special paste. I will convince her to give Bess
the recipe.
With love,
Gertrude Popplewell
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