The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 4

by Beth Brower

Fortitude, A Preparatory School for Girls.

we were happily laughing when we came round a corner to meet a familiar mustache, which happened to be attached to the face of my banker, Mr. Penury.

“Strange is that unexpected moment that stays with you, that makes you think about it again.

“You’re not half so bad once you get dolled up a bit, love.” Clearly the epitaph on my future gravestone. Emma M. Lion RIP Not Half So Bad Once Dolled Up

Ensconced is an elegant way of saying I was on a pile of cushions beneath a table, Tybalt lying beside me counting time with his tail.

Thrush’s Victory

“I do read. There, you see. I’m not a complete heathen. Not as much as I’d like. The reading, I mean. Not the being of a heathen.

Is it immoral to marry a man solely to gain a library? And if that man happens to be tremendously good looking, is it more or less of a sin?

we exchanged what Aunt Eugenia would call Socially Appropriate Conversation, otherwise known as chitchat.

But what are Islingtons for if not a small amount of fun now and again?