Excerpts from the diary of Mrs Emily Wooster (Emily Bertilde that was)


April 19, 1875

Um.  Dang that Mrs. Cuthbert.  I don’t think I wanted to know.  They.  She said They are doing fine.   She said I’d be fine.  But she said They.  Bad enough here and now, but They?!?

I’m afraid I was rather less attentive than useful after that shock of the morning…  I think there are bound to be rather more shockes then fewer in the coming times.  Mayhap I should think about reading that book Mrs. Frazer lent me a little sooner than later.

Had to go shopping with Wilamina today.  The admiral’s wife was kind enough to send us a carriage and the sweeper/garden boy as a guide.  I think Willamina wanted to hear the local gossip and all.  Saw some pretty things but spent more time watching Willamina.  Oh, and wondering about Them.  There was quite the commotion in the market.  People knocked over, even a cart tipped.  There were 2 oriental types in the middle of it all.  But luckily we were able to steer clear of it more or less.

After the shopping trip, I walked into our room and found Him with all kinds of paper.  Paper dolls, paper ships, paper maps.  He was blathering on about getting from one place to another and creases.  I’m glad He had a nice, busy morning.  I reminded Him that it was tea time.  He mentioned that we should have tea with His uncle.  I walked away.  I mean He forgot to take me with Him for introductions after I had already changed.  Bah.  I’m all cranky today.

While watching Willamina this morning, I came to a sad decision.  I watched the other ladies lose their dexterity and become all clumsy as they progressed in the expecting process.  I don’t think I’ll be able to fill my duties if, no when, I get to that stage.  I shall have to be even more frugal in the coming months because I have every intention of asking Lady Copperthwait for a leave of absence during that stage.  I don’t know how much longer I shall be gainfully employed.  Sigh…

And I still don’t know how to tell Him…  What if He forbids me to leave the house or do anything interesting?  What if He doesn’t let me continue with my exercises?  Bah.  I suppose I shall have to figure something out at some point.  I mean They won’t be able to hide for much longer…


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