On the stairs I found many a photograph of many a notable Victorian local including Mrs William Perfect here...
Isn't she something? The word indomitable comes to mind when trying to describe her and I wouldn't like to meet her in a dark alley late at night. That said, she probably never went down a dark alley late at night. She was I suspect a very respectable lady, but was she perfect? We can't know, but a bit of mystery doesn't stop some of us in the Learned Society hypothesising..
What did she keep beneath those huge skirts for example? What are they hiding? Perhaps just legs, but then again perhaps Mrs Perfect was a slave to the latest technology long ago as many are today. Perhaps her skirts hid a steam boiler, a coal carriage and a small urchin rescued from a chimney and now employed to stoke her fire box.
Picture the scene. A Sunday morning - Mrs Perfect in the very pose we see her in above, gliding down Settle high street, whilst the 'good mornings' of her neighbours are met with a stern stare, yet a gentle chuff, chuff, chuff and smoke billowing out from beneath her skirts as she goes about her business..
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