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Winnie and Lisle entered the hotel room and immediately the Foster
swooped down on them.
"Where have you been? I've been worried sick, your mother to tears,"
lectured her father.
"Yes," her mother added, "It is almost time for dinner and you look
affright! Lisle," she snapped.
"Yes m'am?"
"You were very irresponsible. She should have been home hours ago to
dress and she wasn't. You wouldn't want to lose your job, now would you?"
"No m'am."
"Well then go on and help Winifred dress for dinner. Her white muslin
dress with the light blue sash."
"Yes m'am," Lisle said as she and Winnie left the room.
"Why do you let her talk to you that way?" Winnie asked Lisle once they
were safely in her bedroom.
"She is my employer. I have no choice rather than to accept her criticism.
But I guess my job is as good as gone when you and Jess elope."
"Maybe but not if you come with us! Miles kissed your cheek so he might
even ask you to come. We will see the world together. All four of us...a real family."
"Maybe but it would take forever to see the whole world."
"Yes it would," Winnie said laughing at the irony of Lisle's statement.
The Fosters ate their dinner with another prominent family in the hotel, the
Clarks. Mr. Clark was the inventor of something. Whatever it was seemed to be boring
her father and mother to death. The Clarks had a son and a daughter, Marie and William.
Marie was a haughty girl, Winnie's age, who kept making eyes at all of the waiters.
William was Jesse's age and kept making eyes at Winnie. Every time Winnie turned to
look at him he would give her a ridiculous large smile. So Winnie occupied herself by
thinking which of her dresses she should wear for the wedding. Upon some deliberation
she finally decided upon the patched and cleaned up dress...the one she had worn her t
time with the Tucks.
"Oh yes, he was an excellent tour guide. It seemed he was pining for
another girl though because when Marie inquired him to buy her some tea he refused
quite adamantly."
Winnie glanced up.
"Well I need to look into this fellow. You say just go down to the
concierge's and asks him to do it. But I don't believe Winnie will be flirting around. She
is betrothed to Mr. Jackson, Peter. You know..Andrew's son?"
"Oh yes," Mr. Clark said and then they started a discussion on timber, Mr.
Jackson's specialty and source of wealth.
"You are engaged to Peter?" Marie asked.
Winnie just meekly nodded.
"William here went to preparatory school with him. He was a few years
older but back then I remember him as horribly unfortunate in the looks."
"Well Marie," Winnie said leaning is as to tell her a secret," He still is!"
After dinner Winnie went back to the hotel with her parents and they took
her straight to the concierge's desk and signed her up for a tow day tour of Paris starting
tomorrow with Jonathon Taylor.
"Clever to change his name," thought Winnie.
The concierge gave Winnie a strange look but took her father's money and
told her what time to arrive in the morning.
Winnie went upstairs, where Lisle undid her corset and put her hair in a
braid.
"You are rather quiet tonight," Winnie said.
"Miles came by tonight. And he says he loves spending time with me.
And that if you and Jesse ran away together that I should come."
"That is very wonderful Lisle!"
"And that got me thinking. Miles has not changed...at all...in almost a
decade not a bit. Not a wrinkle, a gray hair, anything."
"I'm sure he has," Winnie lied.
"Yeah..."
"Well I am going to retire. Got a long day ahead of me."
"Of course, good night Winnie."
"Good night Lisle, sweet dreams."
"To you too."
The next morning Winnie woke up with the dawn. She got up and started
to brush her hair. Once she had it straight and shiny, she pulled out a handkerchief and
unfolded it. Inside there were small tubs of blush, eye shadow, and lipstick. She smeared
a modest amount of the contraband items on her face and then stared at her reflection.
"Satisfactory," she thought, "I am getting more rebellious every single
day."
She then found her corset and dress lying out on the side of her dressing
table. She took the dress and then took a longer look at the corset and decided, "What the
heck? I'll go without it!"
She quietly snuck into Lisle's room.
"Lisle," she whispered, "I'm ready to go...just go on and sleep in."
Winnie guessed that Lisle heard her when she groaned and turned over.
She silently left the room into the hall and took the elevator down.
"Good morning Miss Foster," the elevator boy said, "What are you doing up so early?"
"Winnie and I am going on a tour of Paris with um..what's his name?
Oh yes...Jonathon Taylor."
"Oh we are famous friends. Jonathon and I. He always used to mope
around after work, waiting for his brother. I asked him what was the matter and he told
me all about his girlfriend he had to leave overseas in the States. Coincidentally, her
name was Winnie also."
"What a coincidence," Winnie laughed as she stepped out of the elevator.
"Have a nice day, Winnie."
"You too," she called back to him.
She walked into the lobby and towards the concierge's desk.
"Good morning. I am here for a tour of Monsieur Taylor."
"Very well. He's back here. Wait a moment s'il voius plait."
"Merci."
She waited for a second and then she saw Jesse exit a door in the back.
"Hello," he said to her, "Shall we proceed on the tour?"
"Alright."
They exited the hotel, walked a block away and then immediately gave each other a kiss hello.
"Are you ready to see Paris with me Winnie?" Jesse asked, grasping her
hand and leading her down the street, not waiting for an answer.
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Winnie and Lisle entered the hotel room and immediately the Foster
swooped down on them.
"Where have you been? I've been worried sick, your mother to tears,"
lectured her father.
"Yes," her mother added, "It is almost time for dinner and you look
affright! Lisle," she snapped.
"Yes m'am?"
"You were very irresponsible. She should have been home hours ago to
dress and she wasn't. You wouldn't want to lose your job, now would you?"
"No m'am."
"Well then go on and help Winifred dress for dinner. Her white muslin
dress with the light blue sash."
"Yes m'am," Lisle said as she and Winnie left the room.
"Why do you let her talk to you that way?" Winnie asked Lisle once they
were safely in her bedroom.
"She is my employer. I have no choice rather than to accept her criticism.
But I guess my job is as good as gone when you and Jess elope."
"Maybe but not if you come with us! Miles kissed your cheek so he might
even ask you to come. We will see the world together. All four of us...a real family."
"Maybe but it would take forever to see the whole world."
"Yes it would," Winnie said laughing at the irony of Lisle's statement.
The Fosters ate their dinner with another prominent family in the hotel, the
Clarks. Mr. Clark was the inventor of something. Whatever it was seemed to be boring
her father and mother to death. The Clarks had a son and a daughter, Marie and William.
Marie was a haughty girl, Winnie's age, who kept making eyes at all of the waiters.
William was Jesse's age and kept making eyes at Winnie. Every time Winnie turned to
look at him he would give her a ridiculous large smile. So Winnie occupied herself by
thinking which of her dresses she should wear for the wedding. Upon some deliberation
she finally decided upon the patched and cleaned up dress...the one she had worn her t
time with the Tucks.
"Oh yes, he was an excellent tour guide. It seemed he was pining for
another girl though because when Marie inquired him to buy her some tea he refused
quite adamantly."
Winnie glanced up.
"Well I need to look into this fellow. You say just go down to the
concierge's and asks him to do it. But I don't believe Winnie will be flirting around. She
is betrothed to Mr. Jackson, Peter. You know..Andrew's son?"
"Oh yes," Mr. Clark said and then they started a discussion on timber, Mr.
Jackson's specialty and source of wealth.
"You are engaged to Peter?" Marie asked.
Winnie just meekly nodded.
"William here went to preparatory school with him. He was a few years
older but back then I remember him as horribly unfortunate in the looks."
"Well Marie," Winnie said leaning is as to tell her a secret," He still is!"
After dinner Winnie went back to the hotel with her parents and they took
her straight to the concierge's desk and signed her up for a tow day tour of Paris starting
tomorrow with Jonathon Taylor.
"Clever to change his name," thought Winnie.
The concierge gave Winnie a strange look but took her father's money and
told her what time to arrive in the morning.
Winnie went upstairs, where Lisle undid her corset and put her hair in a
braid.
"You are rather quiet tonight," Winnie said.
"Miles came by tonight. And he says he loves spending time with me.
And that if you and Jesse ran away together that I should come."
"That is very wonderful Lisle!"
"And that got me thinking. Miles has not changed...at all...in almost a
decade not a bit. Not a wrinkle, a gray hair, anything."
"I'm sure he has," Winnie lied.
"Yeah..."
"Well I am going to retire. Got a long day ahead of me."
"Of course, good night Winnie."
"Good night Lisle, sweet dreams."
"To you too."
The next morning Winnie woke up with the dawn. She got up and started
to brush her hair. Once she had it straight and shiny, she pulled out a handkerchief and
unfolded it. Inside there were small tubs of blush, eye shadow, and lipstick. She smeared
a modest amount of the contraband items on her face and then stared at her reflection.
"Satisfactory," she thought, "I am getting more rebellious every single
day."
She then found her corset and dress lying out on the side of her dressing
table. She took the dress and then took a longer look at the corset and decided, "What the
heck? I'll go without it!"
She quietly snuck into Lisle's room.
"Lisle," she whispered, "I'm ready to go...just go on and sleep in."
Winnie guessed that Lisle heard her when she groaned and turned over.
She silently left the room into the hall and took the elevator down.
"Good morning Miss Foster," the elevator boy said, "What are you doing up so early?"
"Winnie and I am going on a tour of Paris with um..what's his name?
Oh yes...Jonathon Taylor."
"Oh we are famous friends. Jonathon and I. He always used to mope
around after work, waiting for his brother. I asked him what was the matter and he told
me all about his girlfriend he had to leave overseas in the States. Coincidentally, her
name was Winnie also."
"What a coincidence," Winnie laughed as she stepped out of the elevator.
"Have a nice day, Winnie."
"You too," she called back to him.
She walked into the lobby and towards the concierge's desk.
"Good morning. I am here for a tour of Monsieur Taylor."
"Very well. He's back here. Wait a moment s'il voius plait."
"Merci."
She waited for a second and then she saw Jesse exit a door in the back.
"Hello," he said to her, "Shall we proceed on the tour?"
"Alright."
They exited the hotel, walked a block away and then immediately gave each other a kiss hello.
"Are you ready to see Paris with me Winnie?" Jesse asked, grasping her
hand and leading her down the street, not waiting for an answer.