I’ve imagined that Eudora spent her years of higher education at Vassar College – Here is some information on that institution from Godey’s… VASSAR COLLEGE: WOMAN’S OWN. AGAIN we make this educational wonder our theme; because public feeling demands more information concerning Vassar College, and the mode of its intended management. Happily we can now […]
Nigel was here just a moment ago. The sufragi assured them that Nigel had merely been misplaced, not lost as Eudora had insisted. Miss Schlact, however prim and proper, seemed entirely unconcerned about his absence. Windel, she could excuse for his distraction, but Miss Schlact was another matter.
Ah the breeze, ahh the crocodile, ahhh the hippo… maybe Miss Schlacht won’t come back. The Port of Said was always bustling with activity, but really, how was Eudora to know that a bustle would be a fairly inopportune piece of clothing. The constant jostling was one thing, but attempting to find a comfortable seat […]
But where were the others; didn’t they want to see the amazing things Professor Al-Mhud had told him about? Eudora swiped at the long strings of spittle on her face with a handkerchief that she swore would never come clean. “Goodness, Windel!” She tried to fell him with an angry glare. “Why ever did you […]
Miss Schlact had a natural talent with a blade. Eudora watched in dismay as Miss Schlact once again proved to have another hidden talent. It was bothersome really, for if she did not have such an intense distrust of the woman on the basest of levels she might actually admire her.
Waiting for the gas bag to be refilled… “Good Gad, Nigel, the old man can certainly eat his share and then some.” Nodding, Nigel leaned a bit closer to Windel so that even the porters standing guard behind them couldn’t hear. “Careful, I heard his hearing is even better than his appetite.” They watched in […]