The sun catches the silk of those ridiculous pouter pigeon chests as the girls strut toward the chapel, but I’m too busy squinting at a sensational headline about a man dying in an insane frenzy. I’d much rather be out flying one of those new Zeppelins than stuck in this stiff wool collar, wasting my morning on a "bully" sermon that feels a century old.
I dig into my knickerbocker pocket and find exactly **$0.05**, just enough to snag a fresh loaf of bread on the way home so I can slip away from the folks. If I can dodge my sister’s lacy parasol, I might finally sneak a glimpse of that new Kodak Brownie camera down at the general store.
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