Sarah looked around the huge plantation, her curly long blond hair (nearly
perfect gold) blowing behind her in the refreshing English summer breeze.
Her hands were ringless and clasped at her waist, her slim, untrained body
cloaked in spring sunshine robin's-egg blue and trimmed with lace. She wore
no bonnet; instead her hair was tied back partially in an elegantly undone
twist. Her hazel eyes were dark but inviting, blazing with a genuine
warmth. Her calm was interrupted by quarreling female voices behind her.
"Elinor-" "No buts. He has asked to see her." "Elinor, I want to go with Edward! Can't we show Sarah the green hillsides?" That one was younger, and vibrant. "Edward." "What?" "Nothing.now, be nice! It has been a while. Ladylike, Margaret." Elinor added teasingly. She heard a low growl, then turned. The tallest of three sisters, dressed in faded maroon, addressed her.
"Sarah, dear. This is the house of a young colonel named Christopher Brandon." "Isn't it lovely?" Margaret piped up. "Yes, well.she hasn't seen the garden yet, Margie." Edward added-he knew the nickname irked the youngest so. "Who is this Colonel Brandon?" Edward looked up. "You'll see." Margaret said, and took Sarah's hand. "Come on, he's expecting us!" She led the group all the way up the hill and to the oak double doors. "Here we are." She knocked, hard.
A moment later, a tall man dressed in dark colors with blondish-brown short hair answered. "Mr. and Mrs. Ferrars. Ah, and young Miss Dashwood too.but who is this?" His charming gaze fell upon Sarah, his manner lighthearted and interesting. "This is Sarah-she is staying with us, but we simply haven't enough." Margaret began-there went her big mouth, always right on time. "I suppose you'd like me to take her in? I haven't much at the moment to spare you, and certainly not ample as to treat this lady." He smiled, but it was fast, and Sarah barely caught it in time to return it. "Well." "Of course, I'm delighted. I haven't had visitors since you all last summer." His voice seemed to lose its appeal, and she felt pity for something she had no news of. "Well, let me see where I can put you.Sarah?" She nodded. "Ah. Well, I'll see you lot at dinner this evening." Elinor smiled comfortably. "Seven on the dime, the Jennings's cottage." She chuckled. "Quite a cottage, Sarah, I can't wait to show you." Sarah nodded and smiled.
"Elinor-" "No buts. He has asked to see her." "Elinor, I want to go with Edward! Can't we show Sarah the green hillsides?" That one was younger, and vibrant. "Edward." "What?" "Nothing.now, be nice! It has been a while. Ladylike, Margaret." Elinor added teasingly. She heard a low growl, then turned. The tallest of three sisters, dressed in faded maroon, addressed her.
"Sarah, dear. This is the house of a young colonel named Christopher Brandon." "Isn't it lovely?" Margaret piped up. "Yes, well.she hasn't seen the garden yet, Margie." Edward added-he knew the nickname irked the youngest so. "Who is this Colonel Brandon?" Edward looked up. "You'll see." Margaret said, and took Sarah's hand. "Come on, he's expecting us!" She led the group all the way up the hill and to the oak double doors. "Here we are." She knocked, hard.
A moment later, a tall man dressed in dark colors with blondish-brown short hair answered. "Mr. and Mrs. Ferrars. Ah, and young Miss Dashwood too.but who is this?" His charming gaze fell upon Sarah, his manner lighthearted and interesting. "This is Sarah-she is staying with us, but we simply haven't enough." Margaret began-there went her big mouth, always right on time. "I suppose you'd like me to take her in? I haven't much at the moment to spare you, and certainly not ample as to treat this lady." He smiled, but it was fast, and Sarah barely caught it in time to return it. "Well." "Of course, I'm delighted. I haven't had visitors since you all last summer." His voice seemed to lose its appeal, and she felt pity for something she had no news of. "Well, let me see where I can put you.Sarah?" She nodded. "Ah. Well, I'll see you lot at dinner this evening." Elinor smiled comfortably. "Seven on the dime, the Jennings's cottage." She chuckled. "Quite a cottage, Sarah, I can't wait to show you." Sarah nodded and smiled.