Time never lingered to the busy mind. Hours would run by without the prospect of turning back.
Such was the case for Arabella and Ada who'd buried their heads among the ink and paper.
The two of them sat reading line after line in the library where the days seemed shorter.
"Oh dear!" it was Ada that broke the comfortable cadence, "It is nearly dinner time," her eyes through one of the windows, straight onto the darkening sky.
"Oh my! Time truly dies fly by in here," the young woman chuckled.
"Perhaps we should prepare ourselves to leave," the maid half asked, fingers on the hardcover of the book in front of her, ready to shut it.
