Chapter 12
Week 5, Instructor Calendar October 1898
Nothing could be simpler than the riding-habit, and yet is there any dress so becoming? ~Mrs. John Sherwood
Concordia walked with Charlotte to the stables in the early-dawn light, wearing Charlotte’s second-best riding habit. It was tight in the waist and long in the skirt. She had to take care not to trip over the hem.
“I cannot believe I let you talk me into this.”
“Nonsense, the fresh air will be good for you,” Charlotte said, tugging on her black kid riding gloves. “It is still too muddy for cycling, and we have been confined indoors for nearly a week, grading papers and refereeing student squabbles.”
Concordia sighed. Charlotte was right about the squabbling. Two factions had formed once again at Willow Cottage: Miss Lovelace a
