Europe. The country of England is one of
the world's most famous and wealthiest. The country is seventy-four times
smaller than the United States. The people of England consume more tea per
capita than in any other country in the world. Most police officers in England
do not carry guns with them unless it is an extreme emergency. The oldest zoo
in the world opened in England, in the city of London, in 1828. In Medieval
England, beer was a common breakfast beverage. Shoelaces were invented in
England in 1790. England is home to the famous rock and roll band The Beatles , as well as The Rolling Stones, Pink Floyd, and many
other rock bands."
Josephine breathed and looked up at Ms. Camilla
waiting for her reaction. Ms. Camilla nodded with tight lips. "Very well
then. If you insist on making fun of me, then maybe I should talk to your
parents."
Josephine stopped smiling. She shook her head.
"Sorry," she said.
"Maybe it was a mistake to come out here.
Let's get back and finish our work," Ms. Camilla said.
Josephine felt the tears pressing. She really
wanted to go down to the beach first. She wanted to put her feet in the ocean
and feel how cold it was. She wanted to breathe the salty air for at least a
few minutes more, she wanted to run across the sand even if her dress might get
sandy or wet. She just wanted to have a little fun for once.
Is that so hard to understand?
Ms. Camilla grabbed her arm. Josephine pulled it
out of her grip. "I don't want to," she said with tears in her voice.
She knew she sounded like a small child with her shrill voice, but enough was
enough.
"What are you saying? Miss Josephine
Gyldenstjerne. You are to obey whatever I tell you to do. If I say we go back,
we go back immediately. It's not up for discussion. Would you rather have your
father send you away to boarding school?"
Josephine snorted. Her heart was racing and she
didn't know what to do. She only knew that she was determined not to go
with the governess back to that boring old house and all the boring books. She
stomped her feet like a four-year-old.
"I want to go down to the beach!"
"But we have just been to the beach,"
Ms. Camilla said.
"I want to go all the way down there. I
want to have my feet in the sand. I want to feel the ocean. I want to make a
sandcastle!"
"Miss Josephine!" Ms. Camilla was
yelling now, dismayed. "Are you raising your voice to me? Because I will
not have that. You come here this instant and follow me back to the house. I
will have to call up your parents and have them come up with a proper
punishment for this behavior. Never have I…" Ms. Camilla put her hand in
her pocket and pulled out a cellphone. "I'm calling them now. They should
know what is going on. Your father will be very angry. He is at a very
important meeting today and has no time to deal with this. And your mother is
getting ready to go to Skagen for a couple of days. She has to meet with the
jeweler about the earrings she ordered and try on the dress for the Royal
wedding next month." She looked at Josephine who had started to back up.
"Come back here, young lady."
Josephine shook her head. "No," she
said. "You're gonna call them anyway. I might as well have my fun first."
Then she turned around and started descending towards the beach.
"Miss Josephine!" she heard her
governess call behind her, but she didn't care one bit. She ran and felt the
wind lift her hair and it was almost as if she was flying. She couldn't help
laughing and smiling while she ran down the dunes and into the sand where she
felt it tickle her toes in the sandals. Finally, finally she was going to feel the ocean. Finally she was on
her own. Ms. Camilla was probably still yelling but the wind drowned out her
voice much to Josephine's pleasure. She pulled up her dress to better run
faster, something she hadn't been allowed to do for a very long time, except
during her tennis lessons with Mr. Henrik. It felt so good that she had to
laugh as loudly as she could and