“I almost forgot!” Amelia said. “Nadine, will you help me get something from Father’s carriage? We’ll meet you in my room.”
Strong Arrow and I raced upstairs to Amelia’s bedroom, familiar to me from the many times I’d been there, and drastically different from my own. A giant canopy bed stood in one corner on a gray stone floor. There was also a dressing table, large looking glass, an armchair, and a wardrobe. The fireplace was unlit, and Nickey rolled in after us bearing a tray with a water pitcher and glasses. Amelia’s walls and floor were decorated with rugs I had woven for her. Underneath a large, lace-curtained window stood a table full of gears, punch cards, dismantled clocks, batteries, and other random gadgets I couldn’t begin to name.
I put on one of Amelia’s queer top hats from
