A Foot In the Door
Tine ended her afternoon with a rare look behind one of the village doors -- not one of the doors that figured prominently in her walk today, but a village door all the same.
She and Rubob, who tend to shy away from the world at large, were nevertheless present at the annual gathering of the Hysterical Society, the very society referred to in their walk earlier today. The festive event took place in the hatter's cottages where the society, with its love of history, has taken up residence. Rubob, introducing himself to the guests, confessed that he and Tine were, in effect, shadow members of the society because they're rarely seen at its events. In Dickens' "A Christmas Carol," Tine thought, this would make them shadows of the things that have been, which would be all very appropriate for the society.
Tine, who had eaten nothing but two cookies since her long walk this afternoon, busied herself not with historical matters at the gathering, but with an extra-large helping of the here and now. The photo is somewhat foreshortened because a hand wielding a scrumptious cookie insinuated itself into the camera's view, and generous cropping was required.
Tine wishes she could show you all the other goodies on the table, along with the diminutive Christmas tree that was the centerpiece, but you would see little but a dark, blurry cookie overshadowing all.
After tasting the things that most definitely are, Tine nipped outside for a late-afternoon view of the hatter's shop, now the home of the society, and the hatter's dwelling, presently the residence of a non-hatter.
Speculating on the things that may be, Tine thought the hatter might have moved to a home with more headroom for his hats (though one guest at the party noted that the cottage had high ceilings for such a small house).
The photo of the hatter's cottages is reduced in size because the cottages are, in fact, reduced in size, and, because, once again, certain out-of-focus delicacies, clutched in a careless hand, marred an otherwise exquisite shot.
The little cottage on the right was brimming over with good cheer, and Tine and Rubob had a very pleasant time.
She and Rubob, who tend to shy away from the world at large, were nevertheless present at the annual gathering of the Hysterical Society, the very society referred to in their walk earlier today. The festive event took place in the hatter's cottages where the society, with its love of history, has taken up residence. Rubob, introducing himself to the guests, confessed that he and Tine were, in effect, shadow members of the society because they're rarely seen at its events. In Dickens' "A Christmas Carol," Tine thought, this would make them shadows of the things that have been, which would be all very appropriate for the society.
Tine, who had eaten nothing but two cookies since her long walk this afternoon, busied herself not with historical matters at the gathering, but with an extra-large helping of the here and now. The photo is somewhat foreshortened because a hand wielding a scrumptious cookie insinuated itself into the camera's view, and generous cropping was required.
Tine wishes she could show you all the other goodies on the table, along with the diminutive Christmas tree that was the centerpiece, but you would see little but a dark, blurry cookie overshadowing all.
After tasting the things that most definitely are, Tine nipped outside for a late-afternoon view of the hatter's shop, now the home of the society, and the hatter's dwelling, presently the residence of a non-hatter.
Speculating on the things that may be, Tine thought the hatter might have moved to a home with more headroom for his hats (though one guest at the party noted that the cottage had high ceilings for such a small house).
The photo of the hatter's cottages is reduced in size because the cottages are, in fact, reduced in size, and, because, once again, certain out-of-focus delicacies, clutched in a careless hand, marred an otherwise exquisite shot.
The little cottage on the right was brimming over with good cheer, and Tine and Rubob had a very pleasant time.
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