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"Excerpt from Lady C.’s Diary
May 30, 1893
I cannot help but smile when I recall yesterday afternoon at Margaret’s house. Upon receiving her invitation—with that insinuation that the maids would partake in the evening’s amusements—I thought she must have lost her wits. The mere notion of seeing them among us, as if they were our equals, struck me as almost grotesque. Little did I suspect the subtle genius behind her plan!
Yet, the moment I arrived, the refinement of her wit became apparent. Margaret had not lost her senses; she had elevated them to art. One of the young girls was presented as the centerpiece of our entertainment, deftly restrained, her delicate feet left entirely exposed and defenseless for our amusement… We took turns with feathers, nails, and certain curious implements she had thoughtfully provided, each touch evoking from the girl a peal of laughter so crystalline it filled the room like heavenly music, while we, as proper ladies, relished the sound between dainty sips of tea.
The atmosphere was indescribable: as the afternoon wore on, the tea was forgotten in our cups, and all that mattered was observing the girl’s futile attempts to escape the box in which she had allowed herself to be confined for a mere three pounds, unable to restrain her desesperation, while we competed in turns to see who might provoke the most laughter. It was, in every sense, a spectacle both innocent and mischievous, delightfully paradoxical.
I, who had arrived with some reservations, soon found myself participating with genuine enthusiasm. There is something about such laughter—uncontrollable, desperate, infectious—that transforms even the sternest lady into a playful child. And I confess, in the privacy of these pages, that I have not enjoyed myself so thoroughly in many years, and all with something as simple as toying with clawed thimbles upon the soft soles of the girl’s feet.
Margaret has been nothing short of brilliant. What might have seemed folly has revealed itself as the most charming and diverting idea of the season… I confess that I await her invitation to her next tea party with the keenest anticipation."
Notes: This is a work of historical fiction. Any exaggerated class snobbery in the story is intended ironically, in a playful, humorous way.
All characters depicted are adults, and they take part voluntarily in the events portrayed in the text and images.
"Excerpt from Lady C.’s Diary
May 30, 1893
I cannot help but smile when I recall yesterday afternoon at Margaret’s house. Upon receiving her invitation—with that insinuation that the maids would partake in the evening’s amusements—I thought she must have lost her wits. The mere notion of seeing them among us, as if they were our equals, struck me as almost grotesque. Little did I suspect the subtle genius behind her plan!
Yet, the moment I arrived, the refinement of her wit became apparent. Margaret had not lost her senses; she had elevated them to art. One of the young girls was presented as the centerpiece of our entertainment, deftly restrained, her delicate feet left entirely exposed and defenseless for our amusement… We took turns with feathers, nails, and certain curious implements she had thoughtfully provided, each touch evoking from the girl a peal of laughter so crystalline it filled the room like heavenly music, while we, as proper ladies, relished the sound between dainty sips of tea.
The atmosphere was indescribable: as the afternoon wore on, the tea was forgotten in our cups, and all that mattered was observing the girl’s futile attempts to escape the box in which she had allowed herself to be confined for a mere three pounds, unable to restrain her desesperation, while we competed in turns to see who might provoke the most laughter. It was, in every sense, a spectacle both innocent and mischievous, delightfully paradoxical.
I, who had arrived with some reservations, soon found myself participating with genuine enthusiasm. There is something about such laughter—uncontrollable, desperate, infectious—that transforms even the sternest lady into a playful child. And I confess, in the privacy of these pages, that I have not enjoyed myself so thoroughly in many years, and all with something as simple as toying with clawed thimbles upon the soft soles of the girl’s feet.
Margaret has been nothing short of brilliant. What might have seemed folly has revealed itself as the most charming and diverting idea of the season… I confess that I await her invitation to her next tea party with the keenest anticipation."
Notes: This is a work of historical fiction. Any exaggerated class snobbery in the story is intended ironically, in a playful, humorous way.
All characters depicted are adults, and they take part voluntarily in the events portrayed in the text and images.
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