I like to think I have a measure, however small, of feminine grace. But I will confess, I've never yet learned how to catch a graceful cold. The heroines on the movies make it look almost pleasant!
They catch fevers under the very noses of their heroes, and decline in health rather prettily...
...get deathly ill....
....have everyone worried about them....
.... and suddenly make a comeback with the happiest of endings. They are pale and interesting, and never sniffle away, burying their noses in a tissue like a dripping faucet scrubbing her nose with a bottle-brush.
I on the other hand? Well, let's just say that Harriet Smith and I are twins right about now:
Maybe I'll console myself with fond thoughts of Mr. Elton as I repeatedly blow my nose. Or it might be even more profitable to chug down my Airborne and Emergen-C while pretending I was quaffing a cup handed to me by Colonel Brandon. Actually, the thing I'd love best is to have a tete-tete with one of Mr. Bingley's snarky sisters. Ah, yes. A recipe for health. ;)
Get better soon! Hannah has a cold too.
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