Once my curls were sufficiently sprayed, I was enjoined to go into the parlor for further briefing by mother.
Madnline Hatter follows in the funky footsteps of her father, the Mad Hatter.
Your vow is until death you separate, and there's nothing else in the world will permit you to marry in the Bible until your companion is dead.
My painted nails, my delicately made up face, my curled hair with not one but two bows, one each side of my head.
To discover, with a gasp, that the shelf which normally held her maroon regulation school knickers was empty.
She needed her father's firm hand, but the idea made her sick with fear.
They, and other wealthy families like them, would petticoat their truculent males.
Thank you, this is good information about how things were long ago.