The door opened and a voice said sharply,
“Come along, Miss Lara, it’s a nice day and you should be out getting’ the air instead of bein’ cooped up here scribblin’ your head off!”
The Honourable Lara Hurley raised her face to say laughingly,
“1 am scribbling my head off to some purpose, Nanny, and when I am famous you will be proud of me.”
Nanny, who had been with the family for over twenty years, merely snorted disparagingly and, coming into the room, picked up a scarf that was on one chair, a sun-bonnet on another and several books that had been thrown onto the floor.
Lara sat back in her chair and exclaimed,