I'm going to write a letter....As If I was a girl in the victorian age...
Dearest Mother and Father,
It is most delightful here in Mrs. Perch's boarding school for girls.
Though it was a strange shift, I seem to be fitting in well enough.
The girls here are nice enough. Though, there is someone who seems to think of me as someone who is below her.
She called me 'filthy farm girl'.
I ignored her...I thought it better than to sink to her level.
Why is it that people can be so very rude?
I hadn't barely said a word to her when she said it.
At any rate, I should talk about more happy things.
I joined the book club. It is magnificent!
We read anywhere from Edgar Allen Poe to Lewis Carroll. Oh his Alice's adventures in Wonderland is beautifully strange!
The flowers and animals can speak!
What an idea! Sometimes I think these authors must be mad! But, what a wonderful thing to be then. If this is what comes of madness.
Well, I do so look forward to seeing you next month.
Be safe,
Yours truly,
Caroline.
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