A Little Cottage Is Always Very Snug | Fanny & Elinor
Fanny was happy to see that the Dashwood girls had moved out, but she wished they weren't quite so close in relocating. As it was, she had no choice but to call on them, now that they were settled. She had put it off as long as she could, but it had now been three weeks and she supposed she ought to go, at last.
Luck, it would seem, was on her side as Mrs. Dashwood and her two youngest girls were out and it was only Miss Dashwood there to receive her. She hadn't been especially pleased with the attentions her brother had given her sister-in-law back at Norland, but he had gone on to London to be with their mother and if anyone could drive such silly thoughts out of her head, it was she.
And that trouble aside, Miss Dashwood was certainly the most tolerable of the Dashwoods. She would give her no trouble.
"Miss Dashwood. How well you look," She said, dryly, glancing around the barely furnished parlor. That did make her smile; to see them living in such modest accommodations. "Oh, how very quiant this is." She said, pleased, "I trust you all are very comfortable here."
