Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children - BOOCarz

and said, “This is Miss Finch and her auntie, Miss
Finch.” The woman and the bird seemed to be
communicating.
“How could you tell them apart?” I asked.
“The elder Miss Finch preferred to stay a finch most
all of the time. Which was just as well, really. She
never was much of a conversationalist.”
Miss Peregrine turned a few more pages, this time
landing on a group portrait of women and children
gathered humorlessly around a paper moon.
“Ah, yes! I’d nearly forgotten about this one.” She
slipped the photo out of its album sleeve and held it
up reverently. “The lady in front there, that’s Miss
Avocet. She’s as close to royalty as we peculiars
have. They tried for fifty years to elect her leader of the
Council of Ymbrynes, but she would never give up
teaching at the academy she and Miss Bunting
founded. Today there’s not an ymbryne worth her
wings who didn’t pass under Miss Avocet’s tutelage
at one time, myself included! In fact, if you look closely
you might recognize that little girl in the glasses.”
I squinted. The face she pointed to was dark and
slightly blurred. “Is that you?”
“I was one of the youngest Miss Avocet ever took
on,” she said proudly.