Everyone is agreed that Alice ought to collect her stories and send them to someone.

Everyone, that is, except Alice.

"I thought you wanted to be a writer?" Henrietta's taken to asking whenever they discuss it.

"I do!" Alice protests. "But...suppose they don't like my stories? It would be awful to send them somewhere and be rejected ( Read more... )

A week after they first meet, Henrietta invites Alice home for tea ( Read more... )

In the last two weeks before the move to London, Alice steps in and out of the parlor door as many times as she can manage without her parents or sister noticing.

It never leads to anywhere but the parlor.

She tells the maid she wants to pack her things by herself, and the maid smiles indulgently and exclaims over what a young lady she's growing ( Read more... )