“You look tired today, Sophie,” Amelia said, as she pulled a funny face at Timmy. “I did not sleep well last night.” Sophie wrapped her hands around Timmy as he lunged for Amelia. Timmy had grown to love Amelia and Sophie thought it was because she was just quite simply Amelia; sweet, loud, impetuous, and everything her mother was not. Remarkable really, that such a feisty spirit had not been extinguished by so much misery. “I cannot believe Mama actually let me come out with you today,” Amelia said, then tugged on the neckline of her dress as if trying to ease the stiff fabric off her body. Today’s dress was a horrid fashion in some heavy fabric of indiscriminate origin, muddy brown in color, and it concealed every one of Amelia’s curves, allowing her to blend into the carriage’s upholstery. Her hair was pulled back in a severe bun that was tucked beneath an equally ugly bonnet. “Amelia?” “Yes, Sophie?” “Have you ever thought of changing your style of dress?
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