Then, as she told herself that it was something that would never happen, she heard Jeanie calling them.
“I have found it! I have found it!” she cried. “Oh, Uncle Torquil, please, can I climb up into it?”
It was a little wooden house with a thatched roof that could be reached by any agile child and was, Pepita thought, a perfect place for them to play.
After Torquil had climbed up into it himself and found that, despite the years that it had stood empty, the floor, which had been made by one of the estate carpenters, was strong enough to hold him and he lifted up first Jeanie, then Pepita.
It was constructed in a tree that stood almost on the edge of the woods and from it they had a magnificent view of the bay which The Castle was situated on and the curve of the cliffs going North, whi
