Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne
"Mrs. Fiona Snark," I said, not looking up from the paper. "Miss, it's just Miss." Her sickly lemon voice sounded. I looked up, "Oh, can't imagine why." She gave a discourteous nod and breath and walked by, the length of her cape not so accidentally.