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witticaster"Amy Laurence Settles the Question" would be a marvelous title here, mostly because it'd be a clever reference (or "clever," at least) to Meg's engagement, uh.
The request by Beth's younger sister to meet for lunch was a curious one, but Amy looked so intent (pleasantly so, but resolute nonetheless) upon asking that James gave his assent.
"And do not mention it to Beth, if you please," she told him cheerily, before turning to pick up her daughter and take her into the kitchen of Plumfield for something to eat.
Before James could consider doing similarly--though there was plenty of bustle in the house that afternoon, lunch was to be casual, he had been told, and he must feel free to make himself a sandwich whenever he pleased--he felt a small hand tugging at his trouser leg, as though to get his attention, and looked down at Daisy Brooke. She gazed back up at him with a wide smile and held out a fistful of dandelions.
"Ah--are these for me?" he asked, stooping down, that they might be eye to eye.
She nodded seriously, and, having thrust them into his hand, giggled and ran toward the front door, presumably to go out and pick some more. As he stood, he examined the bright yellow petals, giving the weeds a cursory sniff.
"What have you got there?" Beth asked, coming to his side without a sound. At his questioning glance, she added, "The parlour is ready for the afternoon, at least, if only everyone else will be."
"Daisy has brought me a bouquet," he said, looking down at the slightly bedraggled nosegay once more.
The request by Beth's younger sister to meet for lunch was a curious one, but Amy looked so intent (pleasantly so, but resolute nonetheless) upon asking that James gave his assent.
"And do not mention it to Beth, if you please," she told him cheerily, before turning to pick up her daughter and take her into the kitchen of Plumfield for something to eat.
Before James could consider doing similarly--though there was plenty of bustle in the house that afternoon, lunch was to be casual, he had been told, and he must feel free to make himself a sandwich whenever he pleased--he felt a small hand tugging at his trouser leg, as though to get his attention, and looked down at Daisy Brooke. She gazed back up at him with a wide smile and held out a fistful of dandelions.
"Ah--are these for me?" he asked, stooping down, that they might be eye to eye.
She nodded seriously, and, having thrust them into his hand, giggled and ran toward the front door, presumably to go out and pick some more. As he stood, he examined the bright yellow petals, giving the weeds a cursory sniff.
"What have you got there?" Beth asked, coming to his side without a sound. At his questioning glance, she added, "The parlour is ready for the afternoon, at least, if only everyone else will be."
"Daisy has brought me a bouquet," he said, looking down at the slightly bedraggled nosegay once more.
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on 2010-05-23 08:39 am (UTC)Mind, feel free to Email anything too me, as I won't have a computer on the train >>;
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on 2010-05-23 08:45 am (UTC)