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Henrietta Nock
Henrietta fixed her hair as best she could, piling her dark locks into a rudimentary bun. She was used to having a servant help her style it, but she was fresh out of those. It will have to do, she sighed. She donned a breezy cotton morning dress and locked the bedroom door behind her. She stopped at the balcony overlooking the saloon, taking a moment to observe the people therein. The madam, Midge, was now playing a lively tune on the piano; the man who helped her with her bags, Thomas, played the banjo.The girl who had greeted her at the door, Lizzy, (Was it Lizzy?) was chatting up a coal miner at the bar. To think that I would find kindness in a place such as this! Miss Nock thought. Perhaps she had been too hasty in judging their character. Hattie lingered at the balcony, hoping to avoid drawing attention to herself. Although I could certainly use a guide.spectro WordArtist