Excerpts from the diary of Miss Emily Bertilde


i was finally able to rest for a bit. then mrs. samaline knocked on the door. i tried to claim that i wasn't feeling well, but she reminded me that she had a bullet taken out earlier... i let her in. she said something about keys. i'm not sure i want to know. they were heading to kent and i was specifically asked for. i tried to let them know that maybe that wasn't such a good idea but she was very adamant. mrs namaste wanted me to bring my shiniest pointy. edward was going. someone was staying with mrs frazer. i relented and we all piled into the carraiges.

it wasn't until we had left that i found out sir cosmo hadn't come home yet and didn't know where we were going. i'm guessing he hasn't found my note yet and i'm not off the hook yet...

we ended up fighting more ninjas and a floating swan boat. edward shot rockets and i kept ninjas off him. i think i sort of redeemed myself. but then, after the fighting was over and all our party off the boat, edward used his rocket pants to go up and retrieve the boat. i couldn't follow him. again i failed at my job. samaline offered to help me go up there, but...

what a horrid day.

i thought it couldn't get any worse. but edward got the swan under control and landed next to me. he asked me to get in. i asked mrs samaline what i should do and mrs namaste ordered me in. eep. i can't believe i actually voluntarily got in a boat. not even that, a boat that floated above the ground. that means it would hurt more when it sank... but i heard that we were going to a fight. maybe it would get better...

we ended up landing in the river anyway. i was able to do some good. i saved mrs cuthbert from fallingin out of the boat all the way.

when we got to the police station, there was nothing left to hit. they promised me something to hit. even worse, i ended up meeting sir cosmo. i couldn't look him in the eye even though he hasn't seen my note yet. by then, the fight excitement was wearing off and i was getting sleepy. does that child never sleep?

finally. i get to go to sleep. may nothing break my rest...

today was much better. edward and then willamina were actually kind. in a bossy sort of way. edward wanted to fit me out for rocket pants. i told him to go find willamina. she measured me then dressed me down. even the 10 year olds seem to be more senior than i. willamina decreed that we were to go out to the dress maker. i figured it was to pick up things for willamina. no. well not all. she also ordered clothing for me. i tried to tell her that i couldn't afford it. she wouldn't listen to me. she said it was covered as clothing expense. then we went to the really good cutlery shop. i figured willamina needed something. she did. but she also really surprised me by buying me another set of hairstick knives. just as nice as the ones otto gave me. i tried once again to say that i could not afford them. but i was told i certainly couldn't walk around with half my tools missing. i can't believe i let her buy them for me. they are too good for the likes of me. then we went out for some real english food. none of this high falutin fancy stuff that you don't know whether to eat or admire...

the only sort of down side was picking up mrs frazer's mother at the station. she is a very nice woman and all, but she seems to want to make a project of me. like everyone else. at least we could distract her with talk of her grandbabies.

no matter what willamina said though, i can't be sure that i'll continue to be here until i have heard from sir cosmo. i know that mrs namaste specifically asked me to go and that mrs samaline came and wanted me to come and said that i wouldn't be a burden. i know that willamina said i am an excellent fighter but that i need to stop moping. i couldn't keep running away. i retorted that at least i didn't mope until after the fighting was over... i just don't know what to think. about so many things.

and whatever am i going to do with my own set of rocket pants?


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