Monday 8
We are on the Train to Snotsbury. I hope that this will be a quiet trip, but I have my Doubts. I would talk to Victoria about the Checkbook, but she and some of the others went on an eariler train. Mrs. Cuthbert is asleep and I’m having to make small talk with Mrs. Travers. Luckily, she seems to want to do most of the talking. And try not to pay attention to that Nanny Chigwidgeon. Who knew bloomers could hold so much. I wonder if she sews pockets in...
Anyway, we made it safely to Brinkly Cort. His crazy uncle Tom aimed a gun at us! I shall never get used to His relatives. Good thing I don’t have any relatives to be annoyed by. But George was there. He went to introduce everyone to George and momentarily forgot that George is now lord Toaster. I asked Him later, and he said that it was his father’s lower title. I wonder if he likes toast with his tea... Except that I saw it written down somewhere and it didn’t look like toaster...
After the introductions, I heard Him ask George if He could borrow a few pounds... It already starts... I’m going to be in SO much Trouble!
Sir Cosmo has suddenly aqquired a fixation on asking members of the party if they carry calling cards. I was reminded that I should find my notecard holder and calling cards. Now, which trunk did I put them in? With the little frog statue? Possibly. I shall have to go look.
I don’t remember putting it on the table by the bed. I wonder how got there?
At least I was never a servant in this house. I have only been here as His betrothed or wife. One less confusing thing to try and deal with. Of course, many of them still look on me as nothing but a jumped up servant, but at least it’s different. I don’t exactly understand why, but it is.
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That Henry. We were driving to a house to pay a condolence call. George came along and they were reminiscing. one of the reminicsences was about Him proposing to another girl. I was going to get really angry, except He then told me that it happened because He was trying to talk up his friend. I hope He doesn’t try that one again...
Holy something or other! Someone lives in an actual church! it was Enormous! I would Hate to live somewhere like that. I’d get lost going from my bedroom to the kitchen! Luckily, we didn’t have to go in. The family seemed to be out. Or not accepting visitors. Or something. I was so relieved because then we could go home. On the way home, I finally got the nerve to ask George if he liked toast with his tea. He agreed that yes, he did, especially with marmalade. Henry said that His father used to get that question all the time.
That dictionary that Victoria gave me is working really well. sometimes it’s hard to find the word I want, and none of my friends names are in it, but I think my diary entries are becoming better spelled.
Yikes. I went to change from my visiting dress into a house dress. I hate this having to change clothing all the live long day. Anyway, there was a bullet in my pocket. He came running in when i dropped it and it hit the floor. I told Him to take it as I want nothing to do with it. How did the blasted thing get into my pocket in the first place? Something happened on me that I didn’t know about! This is most distressing! I had best make sure of all my notes...
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There has been a calamaty at the Abbey. We need to head out. Hmmm... calamaty often means something to hit. This could be good....
Proceed to Most horrible experience!
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