Chapter TwoLela walked out through the front door and looked up at the sun coming through the trees.
“It’s a lovely day, Nanny,” she said with a lilt in her voice.
“It’ll be hot later,” Nanny replied, as if she must find fault with something.
Lela was not listening to her.
She was thinking how exciting it was to be in Holland and to see the beauty of The Hague around her. The red brick houses with their strange gables were a delight every time she looked at them.
She thought that nothing could be more exhilarating than that at this moment she was going to the Mauritshuis Museum.
She walked on a little way until, almost without thinking, she spoke her thoughts aloud.
“I am sure that Step-Papa – will not find me here!”
“I hopes not too, Miss Lela,” Nanny answered.
Lela gave a little
