I wondered what my aunt used to do in the evenings. It seemed strange to think that Mama’s sister was satisfied to live in such a place as this. Miss Thackery found it odd that her friends did not call on us. Did she have any respectable friends? We decided that she must have become eccentric in her later years, because we could find no other explanation. I found myself missing home, and Papa, and Radstock. On such fine evenings as this we used to go for a walk around the common and meet our friends. Children played noisily on the green, with the sheltering trees whispering secrets to the breeze while the crimson sun sank behind the spires of Papa’s church. There were usually a few dogs around. Mrs. Stedmore’s foolish tan spaniel, and one mongrel who liked to tease her. Sometimes we just sat on the benches gossiping and watching the ducks in the pond; other evenings if the wind grew chilly we would stop in for coffee at a neighbor’s house. On Wild Street, a lady dare not set her foot out the door after dusk without a male companion.
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