May 31, 1837
Oh, it is such a pleasure to have a diary! I was too busy with the visit (although it is still running) yesterday to possibly have time to write! Mr. Harshwig has taken new proud airs since he invited his companions to come with him, and is now impossibly worse than ever before.
And as for how they all look to me, well, Mr. Godfrey is a relatively young man. Possibly in his late twenty's I would presume. His is most likely the kindest of all, according to the way he smiled at me during luncheon, and the rest frowned and began various conversation with the Pastors, Harshwig and Fulgary. I heard some of it, fortunately, and it sounds even better and more likely that this man will turn out to be a savior to all of us girls. Her's a bit of what I heard:
Fulgary: Oh its such a pleasure you came, sirs.
Harshwig (with a proud sniff): I've been here before, but you know, my companions, it really is a pain to see all of these wretched girls. They deserve none other than to be shipped away to another country. I regard England as far too respectable for such IMPS.
(Bradbury and Kupert heartily laugh)
Godfrey: I must admit I think differently, Harshwig. These girls can't help the fact that their mother and father were not quite capable of their care. They deserve a home, more likely.
(The laughing pauses and Bradbury stares Godfrey down)
Bradbury: I say, for so respectable a gentleman you seem most ignorant of their blood. As always, they were born with bad blood and deserve nothing but what bad blood gets. You must understand that they are quite non-capable of their vulgar actions because of it. Harshwig wins this conversation, I must agree.
Godfrey: Most certainly not, sir! These girls were born respectable just as you and I stand here respectable. They do not deserve to live here in the bitter cold with no fire, food, or drink! Change this school, by all means.
Am I not right in saying that he is quite a kind man?
Mr. Bradbury has recently started a new year of three and forty. And by the conversation, you must know his personalities, so there is no need to further his description.
Kupert is a quiet man, but just as unpleasant as the rest. (Except for the kind, respectable Mr. Godfrey, of course!)
This visit has not yet lasted long, but there is a definite rumor that Mrs. Frugular is, in fact, being replaced by the man too horrid to mention.
Oh well, Hannah has just come to me and my ten minutes is up already!
More tomorrow, I'm afraid!
Emma Whitestone - Birmingham Girls' Orphanage, England
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