(4) Every Thursday Morning
Every Thursday morning the young lady from the house next door would be brought up to the front in a pale blue carriage drawn by speckled horses. Her smile would be bright and her hair in its usual braided buns as she politely greeted the servants at the door. She would be escorted to the sitting room, the pale yellow sitting room where she sat each week while she waited for the young mistress to be roused. Her hand would play with a loose strand of hair or delicately run over the curve of the sunny yellow couch she sat on. When she heard whispered voices and soft footsteps she would quickly rise and go to open the door, greeting her ravenette friend. The two would sit in the yellow sitting room and talk softly about whatever came to mind. When the sun was higher she would link the younger’s arm in hers as she marched them down the garden path. She would gasp and point at all the different birds, turning to her golden-eyed friend to ask about them. A quiet answer of ‘sparrow’ or ‘finch’ would come, slowly growing into more cheerful explanations. They would continue to walk and talk until the sun began to set, and the pale blue carriage came to bring her home. When the two said goodbye, one standing at the top of the entrance stairs and the other darting towards her carriage, one could see that the ravennettes' eyes were slightly brighter than they had been that morning.