The Red Roads Are So Funny

This morning when I left the asylum, I felt so ashamed because I had to wear this horrid old windseed dress. All the orphans had to wear them, you know. A merchant hoped and last winter donated 300 yards of windseed to the asylum. Some people said it was because he couldn't sell it, but I'd rather believe that. And then I can imagine that I'm dressed gorgeously. Oh, there are a lot more cherry trees all in bloom. This island is the bloomiest place. I just love it already, and I'm so glad I'm going to live here.