CHAPTER FOURTorilla walked in through the gates of the Park and saw the ground beneath the oak trees covered with a golden carpet of daffodils.
It was early in the morning because she had been to the seven o’clock Communion in the little village Church where she had been christened.
There were only half-a-dozen other people at the service and, when it was over, Torilla went to the Churchyard to stand beside her mother’s grave under a yew-tree.
She looked down at the plain headstone and found it hard to believe that her mother, whom she had loved so deeply and who had always been so sweet and understanding, had left her.
Then she had told herself this was not true.
Her mother’s spirit was alive and Torilla was convinced that, wherever she might be, her thoughts and love would always be
