Miss Potter Page #5
are going to be friends.
Have you?
you're unmarried, as am I,
and that you're not
unhappy about it.
And I can't tell you how much
that pleases me.
Why can't you talk about
Well, all the other unmarried
daughters in our circle,
and, believe me, there are many
they sit around all day,
gossiping and unaccountably
bursting into tears.
But you have done something.
You've written a book.
I warn you, I am prepared to
like you very much.
Well, in that case, I shall have
to like you too, Miss Warne.
Call me Millie, and that's to be
the last of Miss Potter too,
I'm afraid.
Absolutely. Beatrix, by all means.
Thank goodness, the tea!
I'm beginning to feel quite ill
with all this bonhomie.
Oh, do let's have tea
in the garden, Mother.
It's too beautiful a day
with the flowers.
Well, I love to garden.
Mother disapproves,
but I can't help myself.
I love flowers shockingly.
That's why you have
the hands of a greengrocer.
I do not!
Thank heavens Norman sometimes
deigns to read to me.
If I had to rely on you
for companionship,
I should expire of loneliness.
My mother's taste in books,
Miss Potter, and, I'm afraid,
in life, runs to the er...
melodramatic.
Oh, nonsense.
I like good English biographies
and you know it.
I loathe silly romances, such as
the ones your brothers publish.
My brothers and I, Mother.
I am part of the firm now too,
you know.
A sweet-natured boy like you
does not need to work.
Your brothers provide quite well
for all of us,
and I need your smile here.
But then, no-one listens to
a crotchety old lady
in a wheelchair.
Indeed they don't, Mother.
My mother may be crotchety,
Miss Potter,
but she does have an eye
for beautiful things.
She was fascinated by your drawings.
Utterly unique.
Well, when I see something unusual,
I'm not contentjust to look at it.
I must capture it.
Last summer, in the farmyard,
I was drawing something
that was quite lovely in the sun,
and suddenly, I realised I was
drawing the pigs' swill bucket.
I had to laugh at myself.
I feel a bit of a chill, Norman.
Can you take me inside?
- Of course.
It was delightful meeting you,
Miss Potter.
And you.
Do stay longer, and teach
Millie how to behave.
I think that means she likes you.
Did she say she likes to
draw swill buckets?
Indeed she did, Mother.
Indeed she did.
I think by Wednesday, you could
hang the lace curtains upstairs.
- Then at least it will look like summer,
even if it doesn't feel like it. -Yes, Madam
Oh, Beatrix. What is this stain
on your blouse?
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