Chapter 10
Week 4, Instructor Calendar October 1898
Too much haste in making new acquaintances, however—”pushing,” as it is called—cannot be too much deprecated. ~Mrs. John Sherwood
Long shadows stretched across the gardens beside Sycamore House as Concordia made her way to Willow Cottage. A movement in the shadows caught her eye.
“Oh!” She let out a breath. Rachel Sanbourne emerged, juggling easel, canvas, and a box of paints as she fumbled with the latch of the garden’s wicket gate. Concordia hurried over to hold it open.
Mrs. Sanbourne, a smudge of paint alongside her thin, patrician nose, blonde hair escaping her painter’s beret, let out a breath. “Thank you, Miss Wells.”
“Do you need a hand carrying your supplies back to the studio?”
Mrs. Sanbourne looked over her shoulder as M
