Ruth had been having a vivid view exchange with an hen that believed it appropriate to soil her boots and was rapidly following the bird around the farm to exact her revenge, before reaching the building where her brother and his family lived.

Ruth was not sparing strong words for the bird, but it was still alive, so really, it couldn’t have been that bad. A woman approached her. Ruth moved with a single movement, her red hair bouncing around her shoulders. “Ah! You must be Kitty! Finally!” She did not introduce herself.

The woman was wearing riding bloomers and a very loose blouse, both in hunter green, an incredibly modern -and tall- feathered hat, that was not too dissimilar from the one worn by hunters, dark leather gloves and leather shoes. She was tall and skinny, had flaming red hair that she coiffed sensibly and the stride of a soldier. “Pleasure! I’m visiting.” No introduction, but guessing that she was a Meijer, at this point, was no hard. Also, if Kitty knew something about her sisters in law, the sheer volume of Ruth’s voice should have told her which one she was currently facing.