Ah the breeze, ahh the crocodile, ahhh the hippo… maybe Miss Schlacht won’t come back. The Port of Said was always bustling with activity, but really, how was Eudora to know that a bustle would be a fairly inopportune piece of clothing. The constant jostling was one thing, but attempting to find a comfortable seat [...]

But where were the others; didn’t they want to see the amazing things Professor Al-Mhud had told him about? Eudora swiped at the long strings of spittle on her face with a handkerchief that she swore would never come clean. “Goodness, Windel!” She tried to fell him with an angry glare. “Why ever did you [...]

Nigel was here just a moment ago. The sufragi assured them that Nigel had merely been misplaced, not lost as Eudora had insisted. Miss Schlact, however prim and proper, seemed entirely unconcerned about his absence. Windel, she could excuse for his distraction, but Miss Schlact was another matter.   **a good friend of mine posts [...]

Mother had always lamented my poor posture, Eudora wrote in her journal, however I felt that a woman’s character had little to do with the cut of her clothes or the slight stoop of her shoulders and everything to do with her ability to make a decent pot of tea or keep a watch in [...]