Cogheart

Cogheart — page 7
wanted to wear something on your head there was a perfectly good item designed for that too It was called a hat Lily sneaked a brief glance at the other girls in her class At the front of the line Miss Lucretia Blackwell had her prim nose stuck in the air and three copies of Sensible Etiquette for the Best Occasions balanced on her perfectly coiffed hair Second came Miss Alice Harvey who had seven copies of Butterwick’s Guide to Better Manners balanced on her doughnut plait With that monstrous hair-buncle it was no surprise she never dropped a single copy Miss Gemma Ruddle was next She had four precarious copies of The Ladies Manual of Politeness balanced and would stop after each step and pretend to scratch her ear so she could adjust her leaning tower of literature Lily had long ago noticed the other girls never read in posture class thinking and walking simultaneously was too difficult for them She doubted a single important thought ever floated through their minds If Spring-Heeled Jack or Varney the Vampyre or the air-pirates or any of the other blackguards who roamed England ever caught any of those girls in a dark alley they’d be dead for sure Dead before they’d practiced their conversational French dead before they’d politely discussed the weather or asked Tea or coffee In short dead before their perfectly poised bodies struck the cobbles And what use was deportment to one dead No use It seemed