She steps out nervously, makes an awkward bob, and says thank you most kindly for the enquiries after her health and wellbeing; she is most touched by the good wishes and might even be tempted back onto the public stage if she can grab time by the forelock and stop rollicking with sailors, consorting with ploughboys, and making resolutions to scrub the floor more often.
|A happy present|
And in the meantime, here is a picture, a happy picture, of a present, for we all love presents and happy. In fact, it is a Ruched Happy Bag, made by her own fair hands, assisted by expert instructions from the talented Amy.
So happy, happy to all.
She slips behind the curtain once more. Perhaps she may return . . .