Polly was the same age as Alma, but daintier and startlingly beautiful. She looked like a perfect figurine carved out of fine French soap, into which someone had inlaid a pair of glittering peacock-bl...
Pardon me, sir, Prudence said, directing her words and her placid gaze precisely at Professor Peck, if I understand you correctly, it seems you have identified the different textures of human hair as...