”Hi, Kid What brings you in?”
He met her beside a glass case containing lace-and-lawn caps, feathered and plain fans, plus silk, leather, and cloth gloves while Margo emitted the most outlandish sounds he’d ever heard a female make off a mattress.
”What do you think?” he smiled, nodding toward the enraptured girl pawing through a rack of ball gowns.
”Margo, of course. I’m sending her down the Britannia Gate with Malcolm. Sort of a trial run just to get her feet wet, give her a taste for time travel.”
”Good idea. Hang on a sec, would you? These feathers itch.”
She lifted off the headdress. The glossy black hair came with it. She shook out her own hair, then vanished into the back. When she returned, the kimono had gone as well, replaced by a set of cowboy-style leather chaps, worn over woolen drawers and a boned corset. Occasionally Kit had known her to change clothing five times during the course of a twenty-minute conversation as she tried out various new creations. Across the room, Margo noticed. She stared for a full thirty seconds, round-eyed, then returned to her window shopping with another silly squeal as her attention rested on something else utterly wonderful.
”Very becoming,” Kit drawled.
Connie laughed. “They`re hideous and the corset is cutting me in half, but I had to be sure the busks and side steels were bent to the right shape before I had William stitch the cover closed.”
”And the chaps?”
”The customer said they chafed him. I’m testing them out to see what the problem is.”