Though Emmy craved adventure in her stories and maybe one day in her life. She knew she could not be without there mother, her sisters and her woods but wondered what it would be like to live like her cousin Julia, a young lady in society full of a town’s juicy stories. Always entertaining suitors and going to fancy parties to dance the night away.
“When you are old enough I’ll let you go to Boston.” Fiona would say when Emmy moaned about going to Boston.
“But Julia is only a year older than me and already been presented. Oh mother could I not go to Boston.”
“You will,” her mother kissed her on the fore head.
What her mother meant by “you will” was one day “when I see fit.” Emmy could tell with the tone she used. Emmy also knew it was a bad idea to push on the issue further for the time being. What Emmy really didn’t understand is why Laurel never talked about going to Boston it was if it was the worst idea ever. Surely in Boston Laurel would be the bell of the ball her look were far better than Julia’s and people would not judge her for being poor; she thought they would assume a cousin to the Danfords would be just a rich as they. But Laurel had no interest in leaving her mother or their house. She also seemed to care little for the fact that her cousins were coming and they were bringing a friend of Nicholas’, Ethan Foster, a class mate of Nicholas and a man growing in Uncle Charles’s firm from England and could not return home for the short season. And Emmy seemed to be the only one who found that interesting.
Grandma Danford’s health was almost renewed by the time Uncle Charles arrival came. She even made her way to the foyer to greet them but she thought the air would be too cold to wait for them outside. Emmy thought it was the most pleasant day they had had all season so far and ran to keep a look out. When she saw their convoy she ran back inside and announced their arrival.
“Heavens sake no yelling is necessary.”
“I am sorry Grandma,” Emmy lowered her tone.
“I would hardly call it dignified, maybe a summer with a lady of society like your cousin would be good. But I do hope you act better with your guest.”
“I am sure that is the last yell you will hear from Emmy,” Fiona said.
“I do hope so. Really Fiona if your girls should know how to behave, Laurel is good but if your relaxed ways continue Gloria will be a disgrace.”
“Emmy will behave just fine.”
“I do hope so we can not have our family disgraced.”
Emmy thought she was behaving just fine by not refuting any of her Grandma Danford’s words. And later her mother would thank her for it.
“Mr. and Mrs. Charles Danford,” Thomas said.
“Thank you Thomas,” Charles said patting him on the back.
“Your welcome sir.”
“Mother,” Charles walked in and kissed Grandma Danford’s out stretched hand. “You look more beautiful every time.”
“You are sweet but you are already the heir to my fortune.”
“Mother Danford,”Victoria said greeting Grandma Danford also with a kiss on the hand but she seemed more uncomfortable in the behavior.
“Where are the children?”
“Coming, Nick’s friend Ethan was following and I think they got separated,” Victoria said.
“What kind of driver loses another driver.”
“Ethan Foster, doesn’t have a driver mother,” Uncle Charles said.
“What?”
“Not everyone feels the need for a driver,” Victoria said sweetly.
“They should.”
“Mother, young people are more adventurous these days,” Uncle Danford said trying to laugh it off.
“Not another adventurous spirit in this house,” Grandma Danford said giving Emmy a harsh look that no one but Emmy noticed. However no one missed her next sentiment. “I have my hands full with no adventurous youth and I do hope Victoria your daughter Julia, so refined will be a good influence over her.”
Emmy looked over to Aunt Victoria she looked more embarrassed than Emmy felt. Emmy didn’t know why, what did she have to be embarrassed about her daughter was the talk of Boston for being a refined delight. Emmy couldn’t think of any one who would consider the Cromwell girls as refined delight. Laurel would definitely be considered refined and maybe in some circles Emmy would be considered delightful. Even as Emmy thought of the word as an adjective next to he name, she thought it would be use liberally as no one would dare speak ill of some one related to Mrs. Cornelia Danford. Emmy thought the word that would probably be used to describe her would be childish. One can not be childish and refined at the same time and no heroine in her own right would stand to be thought of as childish. Maybe Grandma Danford was right spending the summer with Julia would do Emmy good, Emmy thought.
These thought were broken by Thomas announcing Nicholas and Julia.
“Grandma Danford,” Nick said grandly sweeping into the parlor “may I present my good friend Ethan Foster from Harvard by way of Sussex.”
“Aw the man who has no driver.”
“Yes mam,” he said with a nod. “The drive is more enjoyable when one experienced every bump behind the wheel.”
Two things were certain, one he had a British accent and second he spoke his mind. Both were so refreshing, Emmy thought. No was to speak their mind in front of Grandma Danford, and no did minus this stranger.
