" Yes, Mr. Gadwin! Tell Morgan I’ll be at the cove. He knows where.” With a smile and a wave, she was off again, running straight toward the Thames, basket swinging and curls flying. She turned the corner of the waterfront street known as “the Beach” and collided with something, head-on. Her calico skirts billowed as she sat down hard on the cobblestones. Feminine laughter "

― Cynthia Wright , Silver Storm (Raveneau, #1)