“I have so many books already, and so little time to read them some days between school and work,” she says ruefully, understanding exactly what Elizabeth means. Sybil has assiduously avoided that very stand, knowing she would come away laden down with even more titles to read. “I think my rooms look more like a library than anything else. Have you been to the library yet?”

“The seaside is so pretty. So unlike the boardwalks I’m used to.” Warmer already for one, and more peaceful. There are no fancy hotels, no parades of women in carriages showing off their summer dresses and parasols. “You draw?”