We moved to Quinnstone a month ago. It wasn't like Paris, the country and all. No limestone buildings, no wide streets. No shoppes and no people. No people! Could you believe that? Mama always said people loved the country! I have walked past the driveway and seen no people.

No, nothing here. Empty, empty, empty. The house echoes when I yell. My footsteps are lonely in quartz halls.

We have a maid, Miss Hilt. She plays with me...