All my life I thought that the story was over when the hero and heroine were safely engaged -- after all, what's good enough for Jane Austen ought to be good enough for anyone. But it's a lie. The story is about to begin, and every day will be a new piece of the plot.

Because there is nothing I would rather do than rummage through bookshops, I went at once to Hastings & Sons Bookshop upon receiving your letter. I have gone to them for years, always finding the one book I wanted - and then three more I hadn't known I wanted.

In a good mood I call my hair Chestnut with Gold Glints. In a bad mood, I call it mousy brown

I much prefer whining to counting my blessings.

After all, what's good enough for Austen ought to be good enough for anyone.

‎What a blight that woman is. Do you happen to know why? I lean toward a malignant fairy at her christening.

Will Thisbee gave me The Beginner's Cook-Book for Girl Guides. It was just the thing; the writer assumes you know nothing about cookery and writes useful hints - "When adding eggs, break the shells first.