An Oversight

As Tine nodded off in bed, she recalled one sight that didn't make it into today's post on her walk with Rubob: a family of snow sprites making do as best they might on a December afternoon in the 40s. Tine had remarked on them as she and Rubob made their way down Mountain Road toward Mrs. Riddle's estate.



Maybe they just weren't substantial enough, as it were, to merit mention in a post on Tine and Rubob's Guermantes Way. Tine looked at Rubob absorbed in his book and thought she might make some inquiries in the morning.