Dear Pearl,

Your story about the horn pipe dancing was quite interesting to me. My grandfather often spoke of his time at sea on various whaling ships.  Scrimshaw occupied the few free minutes he had each day.  And when he wasn't carving ivory, he, too, would dance a vigorous horn pipe.  I do wish that Fanny would have the opportunity you had to be nautical and physically fit.  The newest rage in dance instruction is a bit woo woo to my taste.  In Fanny's dance class, the girls are urged to dance like sprites, float like moonbeams, smile like angels.  She is, as you can see above, wildly happy to be so taught.  But oh Pearl, what of the whalers and the sailors!  Shall they be forgotten?  

I Remain, as Always, Your Devoted Miss Blue