After cajoling, scheming and worrying over the how?s and when?s, Falcon?s team of workers had arrived at the boarding home where she was currently residing early, early that morning.

With categorical instructions from the men for her to stand aside, they had set to work wrapping, sealing and loading the wagon with diligent care to the two dozen pieces of porcelain, stoneware and earthenware Piper had so meticulously chosen to be displayed with the handmade attire and accessories designed by Lydia and Erin.

The porcelain items, however, received the kid-glove treatment. Thinner, more delicate and with an opal glaze, the fragile pieces shimmered, especially when the surface was struck with candlelight, reflecting the colors around it. Almost translucent in design of both decorative and utilitarian household wares, they were made from two parts of bone-ash, one part of clay. Time consuming and laborous. It was her least favorite medium to work with.

Included among the boodles she was transporting was an imitation Royal Worcester porcelain cup and saucer with raised decoration of birds and bamboo, an adorable mini tea or coffee set, a pair of English two handled vases with hand painted reserves , a fluted vase with posy holder in the top, and vases of many shapes, sizes and colors. Although there were various and sundry items and colors, the dominating scheme was of earth tones and in the stoneware she preferred engaging with.

Not all of it would be scattered about the ladies shop at once, she was sure. But for now, she could bring in new pieces as they were made or needed, thereby avoiding the need for arranged transportation again in the future.

Upon arrival at A Stitch in Time, after a long, slow, wearisome pace over a rut speckled path, the wagon was pulled to a halt before the shop, where she discovered the shelves Mister Perceval had apparently delivered earlier. ?Perfect timing??