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CHAPTER SIX-1
CHAPTER SIXAs Monday morning arrived, Helsa could feel the excitement vibrating through the house. At last they were to run the steeplechase. Everyone felt that if they hurried they would speed up the moment for it to start. When her breakfast was brought upstairs, it was put swiftly down on the table and the footman vanished before she could say ‘thank you’. Like all the other young men in the house, he was determined to be in the paddock when Watson started the race. As Lady Basset was to be there as well, Helsa had made her own plans. She was thankful that by the time the guests in the house had left for the stables or the paddock, she had not been given another duty. Fortunately she knew a better place to see it from than they did. The maids were busy tidying Lady Basset’s room
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