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She sits with all the other lady’s and their gossip, yet she can not figure out at all why they clatter like birds in the park.  Mrs. Fig of the figs in Boston is here upon her cousins wedding due Wednesday at half past 9. Oh the splendor’s of it so chills all the woman.
I can not and choose not to fancy such a thing, imagine giving up your very soul to a man just because his purse thick with the clinging of coins. Women have no propriety no savvy for working.  Although woman  are not permitted to do anything as so except if she  is a pallor maid or a lesser profession which no one must utter or die of scandal.
      This is the day lady’s aunt Sophie rings threw the house like a mail carrier. This is it! We are to go to the highest held ball in this side of the country, the Valmont’s of Clare are holding the event this forth night and we must prepare. (The lady’s maids and house servants prepare the family’s means from dresses to carriages.) I am strung in my out fit as if weaved like a basket and I can not stand it so. I never understood why one must wear all this and then dance. I feel like a Christmas parcel all decorated in a bow. Utterly silly! What is utterly silly cousin Tara? Doe eyed with excitement sweet charming Anne looked at me puzzled. “ oh I was talking to my self again “ Feeling insane as ever she  just looks at me like  a child and speaks  so whole heartedly about the grand ball I could not tempt my self and dim  the light of her hopes.

“Oh to night promises to be one of most glorious expectation to the highest just think Tara all those eligible men. To dance and glare at , although I do hope my card to be  full tonight as I want to dance and dance” Anne spins in a forever spinning motion and makes her  self topple over mums best chair right on to the floor. “Really Anne you should not carry on so” (Bessie says while throwing her arms to and fro like a clumsy dancer with no beat) As we enter the long  road to the estate  I look at the glorious  house and its surroundings the brilliant statues and watter falls, bird baths and valleys. Truly  remarkable “I suppose one must lavish them selves with all this and not really enjoy it or see it’s real self at its  best form.”  “Tara some of us seek to have all the comforts and luxury, it is a cuddled investment for century’s of family to come and all the best families at that. “How can you be so closed off from all this I will never know.”  Bessie smugly sticks her nose at me ,her own sister! “what money do you have to shrug at me so? Where do you come from do you not have the same roof over head am I not aware that you are other then my sister?”  “You have no more then I do and yet you pretend to have more!”  Oh how she thickens my blood so with her false snout and foolish notions on happiness!

`We arrive at the ball and into one of many parlors, people crowding around gossiping about the person before that they spoken with a moment or so ago. Fine drink and steady service fluently threw the house as one walks about.  “There over there Anne screams in a silent scream oh look he is dashing!”  “Yes I guess so if you like that sort of man, he looks to arrogant to be a gentle man and foreign you know how mum hates foreign men. She thinks they bring upon us plague and sin.”  I look at him and study his movement I suppose I do so out of my ability to study and sketch. Not a paid artist but my talents have me noticed with smaller circles in which papa would rather me not intake too much in.
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This is just slight taste of a book ive been writing even though i dont feel im good at this type as well as i am in childrens litature i have been working on this for two years tweeking it here and there. please be honest as to what you think but not cruel i always welcome the remarks of other writers exspeacialy ones with more exsperence then i as i am only a childrens book auther so far and one of poetry as well.
PLEASE DO NOT USE IN ANY MANIPULATIONS THIS IS NOT FOR USE RATHER JUST A TASTE OF MY OTHER WRITING STYLES
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:iconjanejayne:
very good reading.

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It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it.
Aristotle
:iconmrsmodernmonalisa:
glad you like :) i am working onthe book everychance i get but its so hard because of grmmer issues baaaanot to mention spelling but i am determine to do it
:iconjanejayne:
well you can get that all edited for you plus you can record the story....

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It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it.
Aristotle
:iconmrsmodernmonalisa:
howo could i record it? i wish i had someone that could help me alright im gonna need sketches and i don know if want to put my own sketches
:iconjanejayne:
yes you could record it then get someone to write it out or just correct your written work the story came from your head.....


people have ghost writers do they not ? kind of the same principle....

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It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it.
Aristotle
:iconjanejayne:
:)

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It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it.
Aristotle
:iconthe-syndicatalyst:
Kind of reminds me of reading Jane Austin. That kind of subtle satire of the upper class. Very entertaining!
:iconmrsmodernmonalisa:
oh you just made my day i love jane austin

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I rather be me then you, i rather paint dreams then have nothing at all. I live for each moment and waiste not one day. I live for a moment we can talk and laugh and play.

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