Many of Sarah Forbes Bonetta’s letters describe crises of a sartorial variety. She writes to one of her guardians that, as she is scheduled to be at Windsor Castle during a time of mourning, she desperately needs black clothing in order to maintain decorum. While her request, as expressed in the letter, is clear, it reveals the extent to which she managed her image—the care she took to “fit in,” as someone who never would truly “fit in.” You hear in her voice both the relatable worry of a young woman who wants the appropriate clothing for a formal occasion and a larger crisis of identity that she would never quite solve.