Department of Archaeology, Huntington University, 08 June 1870
"Perhaps it's time for you to settle down, Miss."
Iris McTavish wrenched her mind into the present and away from the fascinating story the file in her hand told her, of frustration with academic strictures and lack of collaboration. "Not you too, Sophie." She shook her right hand, which one of her dear departed father's files had graced with a paper cut, and stuck her newly lacerated thumb in her mouth.
"I know it's not my place, Miss, but without your father bringing home his salary, how are you going to keep up the household? Cook and I are worried."
Iris rubbed her eyebrows before remembering the dust on her hands. Now she was sure she sported smudges to make her look like a stage actor or some sort of urchin. "I'm worki
