~April 3~“Bee!” Bel called out in a loud whisper as she ran into their room the following day.
Bee could hear her all the way from where she was sitting on the floor of the dressing room.
Bel stopped just inside the door. “What in the world are you doing there?” she asked.
“The maid was just cleaning the room,” Bee explained.
“Oh, and you needed to hide.” Bel nodded, understanding immediately. “Well, get up. You need to get dressed quickly and go out and pay morning calls with Aunt Claire.”
“Why me? Why aren’t you going?” Bee asked, standing.
“Because I need to learn this music,” she said, putting a hand on her hip as if Bee should have known this.
“You know you can’t play the pianoforte while I’m out, don’t you?”
“Of course I do!” Bel huffed. “I’m dedicated but not stupid. I’ll pr
