Chapter FourThe train was moving at what seemed to Dominica to be great speed through a succession of rice fields and swamps.
She sat looking out, feeling as she had felt from the moment Lord Hawkston came into her life that everything was happening in a dream and that there was no reality or substance about it.
Up to the very last moment she could hardly believe that she was really leaving the Vicarage for good and saying ‘goodbye’ to her sisters.
They had been almost too excited about the new dresses and bonnets Lord Hawkston was giving them from Madame Fernando’s to be upset at the thought of Dominica leaving them.
When she first told them what he had ordered, they could hardly believe it was true.
“Will Papa let us wear them?” Faith asked at last. “What will he say when he sees us
