There was a picture of such a serpent in the margin. Stella studied it wistfully. It looked large enough to swallow an elephant, and had a hungry expression. A serpent of that size could easily swallow a person, an Aunt for example, as easily as kiss your hand. Several Aunts, probably. It looked sufficiently hungry.
Spending four weeks at Grandma Jo’s house is going to be torture. AJ is everything her strict and proper grandmother can’t stand; athletic, adventurous, and unrefined. But when AJ discovers that Grandma Jo’s bridge club is just a front, her summer takes an unexpectedly interesting turn.
“A lady strives for perfection. What’s the point of doing anything unless you do it as well as you possibly can?”
All of us worry about what other people think, even if we do not have to. It was easy to tell somebody to ignore that sort of thing; it was much harder to put such advice into practice.
When her controversial design catches the eye of an eccentric client, Frances is whisked away and given the opportunity of a lifetime. The kind of job that could launch her dressmaking career. The catch: Frances’s work for “Lady Crystallia” must be kept secret.
Cornelia Warne is taken to live with her unwilling Aunt Kitty in Chicago after disaster takes the last of her closest kin. Ingratiating herself to her aunt is the only way to keep from being dropped off at the closest orphanage, but Aunt Kitty’s only focus seems to be for her unusual occupation.
I say gossip is just like a newspaper, only written in whispers instead of ink. Sure you can’t always believe everything you hear, but isn’t that the same with the newspaper?
I take off down the sidewalk in a panic, tripping over people and shoes and strollers. It’s like a terrible, ridiculous attack-of-the-bees sci-fi movie is being filmed—except no one else knows about it, and I am, unfortunately, the star.
As usual, it took Zoe no time at all to pick her dessert, because she always chooses snickerdoodles and knows the ingredients by heart.
