Sometimes the card is simply what it says. Take for example the birthday card sent by James Sampson to his mother. There is nothing more to it than that. There does not seem to be anything remarkable about the family. On the other hand you can find yourself being drawn into an unexpected world. The card sent by someone unknown to an equally unknown Miss Young at first looked very unpromising. There was nothing to identify either person. That left the address that the card was sent to become the point of interest. Albert Villas turned out to be a private girls school run by a German lady and a lady with local connections. I wonder what qualifications were needed to operate a private girl's school in the latter part of the 19th century.
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