Shady Lady Bird

Well.  That horrid typist person decided to show me a paper she got in class with the differences between my Bungalow Mystery in  the 1930s and the way it is today.  Needless to say I was shocked.

 

Nancy has been at the mansion for one day so far and she is already getting bored. If she was back in River Heights she would have gotten in her car, maybe picked up a few of her chums, and driven around aimlessly for a few hours. But her car is currently missing in action, and that fact annoys her greatly and does not help matters. So far, she has found a room and spent a good amount of time snooping around, opening doors, listening in on conversations, and going through stuff that didn't belong to her, but it hasn't helped either. She still has no clue as to what's going on and she is still bored out of her wits.

Thus, there is now an incredibly bored girl detective sprawled somewhere reading Screen Romances and painting her nails a violent shade of red. Feel free to bug her.