Chapter TwoTara leaned forward in the coach to exclaim,
“It is all so green! I knew that the countryside would be green, but not as green as this!”
Mr. Falkirk was just about to reply when she added in a tone of rapture,
“And that field is gold – really gold!”
“Corn,” Mr. Falkirk remarked laconically and then asked, “Surely you have been in the country before?”
Tara shook her head.
“No. Mrs. Barrowfield allowed me to take the older children into Hyde Park, but lately there have been too many little ones to look after and she could not spare me.”
“The children must have gone out,” Mr. Falkirk protested.
“They played on the ground behind the Orphanage,” Tara replied. “It is quite small and very muddy in the winter, but at least they were in the fresh air.”
She turned her face toward
