Lydia

My sister Lydia is so much like my mother. She is easily excited, full of emotion, and always wants to hear the latest gossip. So it was no surprise that when I arrived home, all that silly Lydie could talk about was the militia (she is incredibly boy crazy these days) and all of the pretty dresses and hats she saw. That frivolous girl even suggested that we should all go to follow the militia to the next town over, but of course I refused. What would I possibly say to Mr. Wickham?