As she stared at the dresses laid out on the bed, flaxen-haired Cynthia Prescott heaved an unbridled sigh. “But would it be wrong to tell her how utterly outmoded they are?” “Of course it would be wrong, Cynthia!” Margaret chided her cousin. “You cannot do that! It would be terribly heartless of ...
The latter must have been one of Willow's favorites, because she was inhaling the vegetables as if there was no tomorrow. Emilia, however, wasn't a great fan of carrots. She nibbled on them a bit, then shoved them into a pile, hoping no one would notice her aversion to her food.  ...