Just a little play around with pictures and words...

I got a random picture from the internet and made a story beginning out of it. Tell me what you think of it! It gave me the impression of it being a bit old-fashioned so that's what this paragraph is based on.
Here it is:

Alice tied the strings of her bonnet tighter and held up her skirts as high as she could. She crouched, the soggy leaves trailing on her well powdered neck. She musn’t be seen by the matron. Or anybody for that matter. She was running away. Her plan was to hide in the bramble bushes, then find a job as a maid. It was a typical five year old’s plan. Alice was the daughter of the duke, but she didn’t want to be. She wanted to run free and wild like every five year old should, not stuck in important meetings with silly old ambassadors. Alice scurried through the undergrowth, her face alight with her future. Her dress by now was torn and her face covered in scratches. Blood trickled down her nose and Alice frowned. Most five year olds are impatient and Alice was no exception to the rule. She wanted to get to the main road quickly, but the bramble bushes seemed to go on forever! Suddenly she tripped over a tree root and tumbled head over heels through the bramble bush. She stopped abruptly at Matron’s feet. Alice looked up and their eyes met, just for a second, but long enough to send a message. Matron put a finger to her lips and dusted Alice off. Then, hand in hand, they walked back to the grand old building of Alice’s father’s.