Baby, you'll freeze out there
Say, lend me your comb?
It's up to your knees out there
You've really been grand
I thrill when I touch your hand
December 14th, 1894 — Scrimgeour Family Home; Welsh Countryside
A gentleman had come to call in the middle of the afternoon and he had been a welcome sight. They had met at some prior event and he had endeared himself to Minty. It looked like the feeling had been mutual or so Minty hoped. She had dear hopes to soon be courting and wed so that she would not continue to be a burden on her brother and his new wife. She adored Eloise and she loathed the idea of the other woman coming to resent her.
The visit had gone splendidly or so Minty felt. The man conversed well with her and was pleasant to look at. The hour or two had simply gone by too fast and the maid acting as their chaperone had discreetly coughed a time or two already. A hint for her potential suitor to take his leave. Oh but it did not seem fair! She was greatly enjoying his company.
"Oh, can you not stay just a tad bit longer?" Minty asked, a flirtatious lilt to her smile and tone, a sparkle in her eyes that she had not felt in such a long time. She glanced out the window and noticed that it was snowing quite a bit now. "And look at that weather! I would feel terrible to think of you heading out in such a snow storm." Perhaps that was a bit of an exaggeration but surely there was no harm in the gentleman staying just a little longer?

magical set by MJ!


