July 15, 2012

Dearest Diary,

Again I'd like to share a letter I received from my sister this afternoon. The contraption she refers to you've often heard me call a "pedalhorse." They are fascinating machines indeed! Her correspondence follows below.

"Dearest Sister,
 I want to tell you of another encounter I have had today.

As you may know ( for I believe you have chided me upon telling you about it one too many times), there has been a new family that has taken up residence in mother and father's squire. Furthermore I believe I informed you that they seemed to have travelled here from the province in which we spent our childhood. I know this because it was indicated on all three of their carriages when they arrived. I have been curious about them since I often pass their estate when Mr. Sinatra and I enjoy our daily constitution.

On one occasion, the master of the house and another younger gentleman (I believe it was his son) were at the entrance of the estate managing the shrubs and bushes. It was at this occasion that I became more curios about the younger. I do not see any evidence against the notion that he must be a bachelor. On this day, I was aware enough to exchange a friendly, but rather quick hello as I was taken by surprise. You may begin to discover, sister, that my conversations are rather brief when I am taken by surprise. I did not see the gentlemen at first, for their carriages were blocking my view. Mr. Sinatra, however, noticed them first. The younger one greeted him appropriately.

Now I may recount our interactions of today. As I arrived home, after visiting your home in Ashford, the two gentlemen were passing by. One might assume that they were on foot. Not so! They were precariously seated atop strange metal machines with only two wheels each. They were somehow using their feet to assist in the event, but how they maintained their balance I do not know!
I had enough wit about me to say hello. I tried to pass them again when I took the Chairman for another stroll about the grounds. Alas the gentlemen must have thought their two-wheeled machines would spook much like horses do, for they turned down a different road every time we approached. Our common former province will provide a topic of conversation if I ever get an opportunity to speak with them again. I believe one of us should speak with them, dear sister, in case the gentleman truly is a bachelor. However, though it may seem selfish, I believe I may have first claim as I have seen him before you!

Perhaps Mr. Sinatra and I will stroll again and try to talk to him on the morrow.

Your adoring sister,
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