Snob Hill:
Once Minerva had been reassured and shown out the front door, Helena took charge.
“Lane, get Bessie ready. We’re going to town looking for adventure, right after I change,” Helena became happier than she had been in a very long time. Still sad that her stepfather wasn’t coming home, but she looked forward to a distraction that would occupy her for at least an hour or two. Gertie picked one of her stylish pink dresses with a matching lace parasol and an excessively floppy hat she would tie to her head and not lose her wig and bonnet during the ride into town.
Bessie was ready long before Helena. The metallic clink and the whoosh of the beast could be heard clearly from Helena’s room on the drive as she added her final changes. Looking in the mirror one last time, she pondered
