From Nancy Springer's Enola Holmes and the Black Barouche
“Reporting to work that fateful morning at my office (that is to say, the office of Dr. Leslie T. Ragostin, Scientific Perditorian, my fictitious employer), I wore a perfectly fitted princess-style dress of mistletoe-green faille, with wide organza collar and matching hat on my tasteful russet coif (wig), and, on the appropriate finger, a wedding ring.”
From Nancy Springer's Enola Holmes: The Case of the Gypsy Good-bye
“’Miss Meshle’ said Mrs. Tupper as she took my empty plate away, ‘if ye ‘ave time to set an’ talk a while…’”
From Nancy Springer's Enola Holmes: The Case of the Cryptic Crinoline
“So far, my only clients as ‘Dr. Ragostin, Scientific Perditorian’ had been a stout, elderly widow anxious to find her lost lapdog; a frightened lady who could not locate a valuable heart-shaped ruby that had been given to her by her husband; and an army general whose most cherished souvenir of the Crimean War had disappeared, namely, his bullet-riddled leg-bone signed by the field doctor who had amputated it.”
From Nancy Springer's Enola Holmes: The Case of the Peculiar Pink Fan
“It is difficult to choose a new name for oneself.”
From Nancy Springer's Enola Holmes: The Case of the Bizarre Bouquets
“‘We would not be in this deplorable situation,’ declares the younger and taller of the two men in the small club-room, ‘if you had not tried to bully her into boarding school!'”
From Nancy Springer's Enola Holmes: The Case of the Left-Handed Lady
“I would very much like to know why my mother named me “Enola,” which, backwards, spells alone.”
From Nancy Springer’s The Case of the Missing Marquess