It was AT that season of her life that Elspeth headed to the nursery. It was the time of year to be making many an apple tree graft. Being satisfied that each stock and scion she'd joined the week before were in good condition, she knew that her technique was working well. After she'd finished for the day she ate her tea of bangers and mash (it was always the same) and sat down to read her romance novel. She lived a rather staid life, though it had not always been so. Being a solo round-the-world aviator had been anything but mundane.
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