She gave a light chuckle.  "I would imagine so.  If I remember correctly, gossip was more fun than embroidery."

"I wrote to the others that were in my classes.  Though mainly those that were close to me in the riding group kept it up."  She admitted, though to be honest many of them slowly stopped writing her back about a year ago.

Mrs. Ripley about then came into the parlor looking for the guest that Harding had just announced to her, but didn't see her until she heard the voices out on the patio. "Oh, Miss Ennington, I am so sorry to keep you waiting.  Please let me offer you some tea and biscuits."  The older woman was obviously Jane's mother.  Her looks were very similar just with brown hair with a hint of gray.

"Miss Ennington, this is my mother, Mrs. Ripley."  Jane introduced the younger woman to the older woman.