“I opened my louvres and looked at Comfort, walking in the heavy rain, crying bitterly. I heard mom saying, Anywhere you want… — Michael Bassey Johnson Copy Share Image
Nature has thrown a veil of modest beauty over maidenhood and moss-roses. — Nathaniel Parker Willis Copy Share Image
Bashfulness is not becoming to maidenhood, though modesty always is. — Margaret of Valois Copy Share Image
“That baking day was the third day Mrs G had shut herself away in the stillroom, dosing herself with medicinal waters. As… — Martine Bailey Copy Share Image
