Chapter Twenty
Mary’s room was much smaller than Lucretia’s. The bed was crammed into a corner. There was no dressing table, no chairs, and only a small washstand under a narrow window that looked out into the back yard. As soon as her bedroom door was shut and their privacy assured, Mary went to the closet and flung it open. “It’s probably not as interesting as yours, but do come look.”
Lucretia moved closer. The wardrobe was split in two sections. The area to the right was reserved for Mary’s clothes, her hoops and chemise, corset and drawers all hung neatly pressed next to a light blue day dress. Her bonnet, gloves, stockings, and parasol rested together on a shelf above, and a single pair of high-button shoes waited for their return trip home in less than a month’s time. The left sid
