Teatime for Tine

As Tine thought about where she and Rubob might go for a walk today in the village, she recalled something Rubob had said after yesterday's 25-cent walk, which was just outside the village: "I think you were stimulated by the fresh perspective of being outside of the village, Tine."

With this in mind, Tine decided they might take the vehicle to an entirely different village today. "We'll go to Millerton and have a spot of tea," Tine thought. If they stopped at the teashop, they could get not only a fresh perspective but a fresh scone, she thought.

Strictly speaking, this blog is about Tine's walks in her own village, but Julia's diary was about Julia's village, too, Tine thought, and Julia occasionally took carriage rides to Litchfield and Middletown. Tine was thinking about "The Diaries of Julia Cowles," written by a girl in Tine's village in the late 1700s. Tine was particulary fond of the book, though it's often left lying on the floor with other books of hers:



"We'll take the carriage to Millerton today," Tine said to Rubob.

"The carriage, Tine?" Rubob asked.

"Yes, the carriage, Rubob. Are you ready to go?"

"It'll be very interesting to see what ads come up on your blog now that you've mentioned tea, Tine," Rubob said.

"Have I mentioned teatime?" Tine replied.

Since Tine had told the story of "The Mummy Who Would Be King," Egyptian ads had started to decorate her blog like hieroglyphs on papyrus scrolls. And when Tine stopped at the house of her mummy yesterday (an entirely different sort of mummy, understand), she took particular note of a picture on the wall:



"It isn't a scarab," Tine said to Rubob -- for she had speculated that she might unearth a scarab yesterday -- but it's close enough."