First, there were Mr. and Mrs. Sheilds of Sheilds' tavern. Mrs. Sheilds was particularly fond of Matilda and was thrilled when we came back for a second dinner. Matilda was carried and danced and walked around the restaurant all through dinner giving Ed and I a chance to enjoy ourselves and eat slowly enough to taste our food.
There was also the book binder who wrote out Matilda's name in old-timey script for her with a quill pen.
And, of course, there were various other interpreters along our way from the plays we saw, to waitresses at lunch, and even people in the street declaring that she was the cutest baby *ever*! And who am I to disagree?
One person she didn't like--Mr. Jefferson. I suppose a bronze President isn't the friendliest looking thing in the world, but she got down-right scared!
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