The story i’m writing commenced on the day of spring equinox, 1912. The day and night were of equal length. Jo and her friends sat on the communal grass in front of several small houses, watching the waning of the moon and enjoying the breeze.
“Hey, did you hear that?” Jo said, striking Amy’s hand suddenly, “ we are having a new neighbor soon.”
That was a rather small neighborhood, news got disseminated as soon as the first exquisite wagon arrived with four servants. They accommodated themselves in that big abbey. Then came more large wagons with servants and packed luggage, it seemed quite conspicuous that their new neighbor, the owner of the large abbey, must be rich.
“Don’t poke me like that, Jo. you know i detest rude, unladylike girls! “ Amy frowned.
“Well, then affected, naming-piminy chits are who i dislike most.” Jo made a face to her. Jo was about 15 years old. She’s got a decided mouth, a comical nose, and sharp, gray eyes, which appeared to see everything, and were by turns joyful, fierce, funny, or thoughtful.
“ I say, girls, stop pecking at each other. Keep yourselves on your toe. Maybe our new neighbor is a young and successful man, and a man like that wouldn’t like to see ladies quarrel.” Bruce laughed as he was having a sip of a stiff whisky. He was Amy’s brother, a 19-year-old school boy, strong and handsome, always reminded one of a brown colt.
“ News have it, the owner of the house is an archaeologist, which denotes you won’t have much to talk with him.” said Beth, the top student in her school, satirically.