A special acknowledgment to my fellow Avalon author Beate Boeker and her Latin teacher, Jurgen Wagner, for their assistance March 1811-Faraday Hall, EssexOh, Moo, do put that book away" Seated at her usual spot at breakfast, Lady Augusta Worth turned a page of the La Belle Assemblee magazine before her. "It is exceedingly rude to read at the table.""And what are you doing, pray? Browsing fashion plates is equally as impolite." Muriel sat directly across from her eldest sister. She placed her morning correspondence in her book, marking her place, flipped it closed with a snap, and glared."It is most certainly of no consequence to you, but as I am to come out this year, I must have all new gowns and a court dress for when I am presented to the Queen!"Fair-haired Charlotte, the middle sister, remained quiet during the heated exchange and demurely gazed into her porridge bowl while nibbling on a corner of dry toast."The Queen!" Muriel snorted."I'm sure the Queen shan't want a determined bluestocking such as you presented, I daresay." Augusta placed her napkin next to her plate.
