10 Minute Prompt: Rewrite a story that was influential early in your life.

"Fiddle dee dee!" Scarlet flipped her ringlets in the hallway mirror before running upstairs to Melanie.
In her room, as always, Melanie reclined on the chaise, her forearm shading her eyes, hands hanging listlessly. "Do you think Ashley will write me today?"
"Well I do declare," Scarlet hitched her hoop skirts as she walked across to sit on the embroidered foot stool next to Melanie's chaise. "I don't know what you see in him." Scarlet leaned against the chaise so that her arm touched, elbow to wrist, Melanie's hip.
"He is so handsome and gentle..." Melanie started
"Milquetoast!" interjected Scarlet. "Melanie," Scarlet pouted, "Let's go for a walk in the cherry orchard. Come along, it will invigorate you."
"But I don't want to be invigorated." And what if a letter arrives from Ashley? I don't want to miss it!"
"It will wait. I want to walk with you in the evening light. It's so nice this time of day."
"That does sound nice," Melanie lifted her arm to look at Scarlet whose lashes batted prettily in front of her sparkling eyes. Melanie felt her heart flop ever so gently.