A Passionate Endeavor
“ —Northanger Abbey THE sweet cacophony of birdsong filled Charlotte’s bedroom. The vibrant symphony stopped long enough for a thrush to mock the nightingale’s beautiful song. But it was the comforting sound of the ringdove that beckoned Charlotte out of her warm bed.
“Good morning, Miss Dove. I wish I could stay here and listen to your song all day,” she said, fully opening the sash. “But I must spend the day cooing at Father’s patients.”
A cool morning greeted her senses and brushed the last of the dream cobwebs from her mind. If only she could fly to the highest trees and do nothing but stretch her wings and chirp all day. The thought of worms for breakfast dampened her zeal.
Breakfast… she must go down straight away to intercede between the daily machinations of Doro and Alexandre.
Yesterday’s morning ritual had seen new heights, with voices at such a level as would have blown off the roof of a lesser dwelling.
Before tearing herself away from her window reveries, she spied a ...liveried footman’s approach.MoreLess
“Good morning, Miss Dove. I wish I could stay here and listen to your song all day,” she said, fully opening the sash. “But I must spend the day cooing at Father’s patients.”
A cool morning greeted her senses and brushed the last of the dream cobwebs from her mind. If only she could fly to the highest trees and do nothing but stretch her wings and chirp all day. The thought of worms for breakfast dampened her zeal.
Breakfast… she must go down straight away to intercede between the daily machinations of Doro and Alexandre.
Yesterday’s morning ritual had seen new heights, with voices at such a level as would have blown off the roof of a lesser dwelling.
Before tearing herself away from her window reveries, she spied a ...liveried footman’s approach.MoreLess
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