So today I begin Lerowen's 15-day Writing Challenge! :)
Dill Vervain Octavius Seasoning
“Why in the blue blazes do we have to wear our best?” Dill glared at Rosemary as she took his “special occasion” suit from the bureau.
“Because Dill, we must look ship-shape for Miss Watkins today.” Rosemary unbuttoned his nightshirt and helped him wriggle into the tight suit.
“I look like a mushroom.” He frowned and gazed with a fierce eye upon his reflection in the mirror on the bureau door.
I resisted the urge to laugh. The comparison, though odd, fit Dill to a “t”. His cream-colored knickers, buttoned tightly down to his knees, were met by white stockings. A pair of suspenders suppressed his belly, strangled in a starched white shirtfront and collar edged with lace.
I smoothed my own dark suit with a complacent smile. Boy, was I glad to have graduated from those nonsensical clothes.
“Well, if you do look like a mushroom, it certainly isn’t anyone’s fault.” Rosemary pulled Dill towards her. “Let me brush your hair.”
“Must you?” Dill moaned and flopped in a chair.
Rosemary brushed and pulled Dill’s rakish curls, coaxing them into a dubious state of tidiness. His appearance gave me the fleeting impression that he looked like a lopsided dandy.
“There. You look fine.” Rosemary dampened her fingers in the basin and tried to flatten the last stubborn curl.
Dill raised his eyebrow and sighed.
I leaned against the bureau. “Truly, Dill. Miss Watkins will have no heart to refuse us after she sees you.” Whether Miss Watkins would accept the proposal out of sheer admiration for Dill’s appearance was doubtful in my opinion.
“Don’ forget your hat, Dill.” Fennel skipped up to him and placed a white sailor with long blue streamers in his hands.
Dill groaned as Rosemary clapped it on his head.
“That’s it. I look like a hideous mash of Tom Sawyer and Little Lord Fauntleroy. I can’t go visiting in this.”
Ah. That's my Dill. Gotta love him. :) ~Rachel