We have been slugabeds and wake late. When we come into the kitchen in dressing gowns and slippers, rubbing the sleep and dried tears from our eyes, the room is filled with steam and heat like a Turkish bath, deliciously cut through with the draught from the open scullery door. The table is sprea...
Every morning is spent at the table by the bow-window, where we grapple with mathematics and the English language primarily, with a little about the natural world and some logic when we can. The afternoons are spent with Matron; the reason being, when I returned from the Menagerie that day, I was...