The Barefoot Baroness

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“You'll never guess what, Laura!" Mrs. Harwood exclaimed, glancing up from her letter. The ladies sat in the morning parlor at Oakdene Hall, just finishing their breakfast. A letter was an exciting thing in their placid lives, and Laura was on thorns to hear what news it contained. "Hettie Traemore is taking Cousin Olivia to London to make her bows."

This news had been anticipated forever and did not cause the stir Mrs. Harwood hoped for. Naturally Olivia, formally known as Baroness Pilmore, who had inherited the barony in the female line from her mother, and who was the owner of a tin mine among other vast holdings in Cornwall, would go to London to make a match. Olivia was the sole noble relation of the Harwoods, and was, of course, an object of great pride and curiosity in the family.

"It seems impossible little Olivia is grown up already," Laura replied. "We have not seen her for five years. It was the year I made my bows in London that they visited us."

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