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"Well James?" Sarah asked breathlessly as soon as the barn door shut. She was smiling from ear to ear and suddenly had the biggest urge to talk to someone about the afternoon. She figured while James was not her ideal friend to gossip with, he would have to do.

James shrugged and looked over at her. She was smiling and he had the feeling she wanted him to say something to her. Something about how great Ericson was, but he simply couldn't do it. No words to describe the man came to his mouth, at least nothing that he thought Sarah would really appreciate.

"Wasn't he just so very charming and gentlemanly?" Sarah asked. James sighed relieved that apparently this was one of those conversations in which he would not really have to participate. He mearly nodded and shrugged as she continued to speak.

"I mean he was quite handsome, and I'm sure mother would just love him. He was just so very proper and all that estate that he has back in England, well that would just be perfect." Sarah ranted on and on to James' small nods and grunts as the two took the carriage off Ceaser.

"Well he sounds just perfect than doesn't he?" James said, more forcefully then he really intended, as he let go of the carriage handles having arrived at its usually place in the barn.

Sarah stared up at him when he said this. She was taken aback, James had not said anything all conversation, and while he did not sound mad at all, there was something the his inflection that made her think.

"Well no he's not perfect I suppose." Sarah admitted. There was something about the outing that had nagged her and she didn't know what it was.

"Sure he was." James said more calmly. "He was perfectly British, everything you could ever want. Why he even helped you down from the carriage and kissed your hand."

"Is that all it takes now to be British?" Sarah inquired smiling wryly at James. "Manners?"

"Well it's not really manners you see, its more a whole attitude and presence about oneself. Thats how one is British." James said, he couldnt help but fall back into the usually quarrel with Sarah about British and American attitudes.

Ordinarily Sarah would have found Jame's remarks rude and moved on from the conversation. But at that moment she was so happy from the afternoon that she decided to continue the conversation further. "So then what is this attitude you speak of? How does one act British, according to you Mr. Hillard."

James' face brightened, as though this was just what he had hoped she would ask. "Well first one must always walk as tall as humanly possible, your spin should be constantly stretching, and if needed you should be on your toes." He began to walk around on tip-toes over to Sarah.

"Thats all it take?" She countered "Standing up straight? You in no way look British, though you do have some better poster, I have to say its an improvement."

"Oh not just that, you must also stick your chin up as though you are trying to get it to reach your eyebrows." He then also demonstrated this, causing Sarah to giggle to herself. While usually James was unkind, she couldnt help but feel as though this time the joke had a more friendly way, and she was meant to enjoy it not be offended.

"Also, one must keep his face as though he is constantly smelling a foul odor but is trying to ignore it. " James continued to act out the description, first crunching up his face and then relaxing it a little, though still keeping his nose at an odd angle. Sarah couldnt help herself and her giggle soon turned to a full on laugh. He looked so ridiculous, though she could still see some accuracy to his impression.

"You should also always speak as though there are things in your mouth which shall fall out if you open your mouth to very wide." James soon took up this accent and began to tip-toe over to Sarah, who was now laughing harder then ever.

"Miss Phillips I presume?" He said in his new "accent" while taking her hand and bending straight at the waist to kiss it slightly. "I am Master Ericson. Of the Ericson estates in London England. There I am very wealthy and have 17 chickens, 4 sheep, 500 turkeys, 278 fresh water trout and 793 miniature oak trees. They were imported from France." James worried for a minute that his joke on Sarah's new beau would upset her and was to mean, but he felt it was clear he was simply joking and was glad to see that instead of being furious, Sarah was holding her side laughing.

"Oh James, that is not very kind of you." Sarah said attempting to look serious. "Though I have to admit you are rather right!" She shouted out as she started laughing once more at the thought of James' impression. "Master Ericson was very very kind, though I did at points want to tell him that I in fact was not interviewing him, and therefore did not care about exactly how many acres of apple orchards the estate had!" She continued to laugh as James kept walking around the barn in his new "British" persona.

Soon the laughter died down and James decided it was time to end the impersonation, Sarah was right it was not very kind. "Well, he really was a very kind gentleman, and very properly British." James said to Sarah seriously. He did not want her to think later he was really making fun of Ericson maliciously.

"Well thank you James. I do think so." Sarah said she they left the barn, still giggling some to herself.

As she walked back to the shop she couldnt help but feel satisfied with her day. The outing went well, Ericson was very nice, though the highlight had defiantly been laughing with James after.

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