Join me over at the Teatime Tattler today!
Known gossip, Mr. S. Clemons, somehow got his hands on a most private letter from the venerable headmistress of the Progressive School for Young Ladies and the Education of Their Minds. The scandal of it!
Mrs. Bloomquist would most definitely not want it spread about that the school has a minor rat problem—as if there is any such thing!—or that they might be considering hiring a French cook. Who knows how all those French creams and butters might lead an influenceable girl down the path of licentiousness and ultimately ruin? What price the bon-bon?
