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Chapter One
An eleven- year old girl dressed in a flowing lavender silk gown with lace adorning the sleeves, sat in front of her dressing table, brushing her elbow -length wavy light brown hair. Her blue eyes were shining and her cheeks were a nice rosy color, where else her skin was as light cream. The sun was streaming in from the windows and into the big chamber where the girl sat. Her name was Princess Amelia Vivian Caroline. 'Knock, knock'
" Come in!" Caroline called, putting her brush down. A small girl in a satin pale pink dress, which was too long for her, stumbled into the room.
" Caroline, father wants us to meet him at the lake." The girl panted.
"Are you sure?" Caroline asked her seven-year old sister, Elizabeth Marilyn Jane. She nodded her head.
" Yes, Marietta sent me a note from him." Marietta was Bet's (short for Elizabeth) French maid.
" Okay then." Caroline gave a smile.
" Uh.Caroline?" Bets asked shyly.
" Yes?"
" Could.could.you brush my hair please?"
" Why, of course Bets! Come here." Caroline motioned to where she was sitting. Bets walked over to her and sat on the floor. Her wavy, mid back gold colored hair was flowing against her shoulders, slightly tangled. Her bright blue eyes were full of love for her kind, sweet sister. Caroline picked up her silver brush and gently combed Bets hair. " There you are Bets. You're all done. And my, you look different with your hair brushed!" Caroline teased. Bets blushed; it was a well-known fact that Bets often forgot to brush her hair and so Caroline had to do it for her. Marietta had once threatened to cut it short, but Caroline had saved Bets from such torture, in Bets words.
" Thank you ever so much Caroline!" Bets said gratefully.
" It was my pleasure my dear. Now, if we're going riding I suggest you change your dress. Didn't Nina make a few *frocks for you?" Caroline asked. Nina was the girl's private tailor.
" No, she didn't. Madame Clare, your **etiquette mistress, said it wasn't proper for royalty to wear short dresses." Bets answered.
" Goodness gracious! She didn't!" Caroline exclaimed indigently.
" She did."
" I'll have to tell her off then." She said, a slightly annoyed expression on her pretty face.
" Oh, please don't Caroline! You can't tell her off! She's older then you!" Bets pleaded.
" She's older, but I'm higher. I have the privilege of telling her off, however young I might be dear Bets," Caroline said grimly. Bets were quiet at her sister's reply. " Right. I'll tell you what. I have some old dresses of mine that I've been saving for you. Why don't you put one of them on?"
" Okay." Caroline went over to her closet and took out an ankle length, dark purple dress with a satin collar. She held it up against Bets.
" I think it fits you just right. Why don't you go into the bathing room and try it on. Fine with you, young Bets?"
" Very well sister. I shall do as you wish." Bets said quietly, and carefully took the dress from her. She crossed the room and opened a small door and shut it again.
*A young girls dress, mostly worn in Britain around the time Author Enid
Blyton was alive.
** The conventional rules of social/sophisticated behavior.
Sincerely,
Moira Angela P.S. Words with this symbol * means that a meaning is given below. Thank you.
Chapter One
An eleven- year old girl dressed in a flowing lavender silk gown with lace adorning the sleeves, sat in front of her dressing table, brushing her elbow -length wavy light brown hair. Her blue eyes were shining and her cheeks were a nice rosy color, where else her skin was as light cream. The sun was streaming in from the windows and into the big chamber where the girl sat. Her name was Princess Amelia Vivian Caroline. 'Knock, knock'
" Come in!" Caroline called, putting her brush down. A small girl in a satin pale pink dress, which was too long for her, stumbled into the room.
" Caroline, father wants us to meet him at the lake." The girl panted.
"Are you sure?" Caroline asked her seven-year old sister, Elizabeth Marilyn Jane. She nodded her head.
" Yes, Marietta sent me a note from him." Marietta was Bet's (short for Elizabeth) French maid.
" Okay then." Caroline gave a smile.
" Uh.Caroline?" Bets asked shyly.
" Yes?"
" Could.could.you brush my hair please?"
" Why, of course Bets! Come here." Caroline motioned to where she was sitting. Bets walked over to her and sat on the floor. Her wavy, mid back gold colored hair was flowing against her shoulders, slightly tangled. Her bright blue eyes were full of love for her kind, sweet sister. Caroline picked up her silver brush and gently combed Bets hair. " There you are Bets. You're all done. And my, you look different with your hair brushed!" Caroline teased. Bets blushed; it was a well-known fact that Bets often forgot to brush her hair and so Caroline had to do it for her. Marietta had once threatened to cut it short, but Caroline had saved Bets from such torture, in Bets words.
" Thank you ever so much Caroline!" Bets said gratefully.
" It was my pleasure my dear. Now, if we're going riding I suggest you change your dress. Didn't Nina make a few *frocks for you?" Caroline asked. Nina was the girl's private tailor.
" No, she didn't. Madame Clare, your **etiquette mistress, said it wasn't proper for royalty to wear short dresses." Bets answered.
" Goodness gracious! She didn't!" Caroline exclaimed indigently.
" She did."
" I'll have to tell her off then." She said, a slightly annoyed expression on her pretty face.
" Oh, please don't Caroline! You can't tell her off! She's older then you!" Bets pleaded.
" She's older, but I'm higher. I have the privilege of telling her off, however young I might be dear Bets," Caroline said grimly. Bets were quiet at her sister's reply. " Right. I'll tell you what. I have some old dresses of mine that I've been saving for you. Why don't you put one of them on?"
" Okay." Caroline went over to her closet and took out an ankle length, dark purple dress with a satin collar. She held it up against Bets.
" I think it fits you just right. Why don't you go into the bathing room and try it on. Fine with you, young Bets?"
" Very well sister. I shall do as you wish." Bets said quietly, and carefully took the dress from her. She crossed the room and opened a small door and shut it again.
*A young girls dress, mostly worn in Britain around the time Author Enid
Blyton was alive.
** The conventional rules of social/sophisticated behavior.