‘Oh, Nanny, Nanny,’ Carina longed to say, ‘you are as transparent as a glass of spring water!’ but, instead, she did not dare trust her voice.
She took the sables Nanny was holding on her arm and picked up her handbag.
“I must go,” she said, “otherwise we might miss the train.”
Without a backward glance she ran down the stairs, hearing Nanny following her.
In the hall David and the cabby were carrying out the last of the boxes onto the pavement before they started the arduous task of lifting them up onto the cab. Some would go behind, some on the coachman’s box and the smaller ones would be piled inside.
Dipa was hanging out of the window jabbering to them in his funny little Eastern voice,
“One, two, three – very big to lift. You like me help?”
“You stay where you are, Sonny!” the
