Southampton
"Well of course I'm not going to allow her to read it!"
Meg could hear her mother shouting from the parlor below her. She'd always known that sound travelled up the radiator pipes to her room, but she had only recently discovered that pressing an ear to the pipe (or a glass if one had such a thing handy) allowed even more sound to come through. In this way, she had discovered quite a bit of information that she would have otherwise not been privy to. This evening was no different. Ditching the history textbook Ms. Strickland had insisted she read, she made her way over to the radiator and had a listen, wondering what had gotten her mother so completely bent out of shape.
"Why ever not? It's not as if it even mentions the arrangement," her uncle replied, his voice showing mor
