CHAPTER SIXAll along the banks of the River Isis, the dangling branches of the weeping willow trees stirred in the breeze, bringing a sensation of freshness to the baking heat of the afternoon.
Jane had chosen a lovely spot for a picnic with the summer boarders from Mottram’s School.
“Margaret, will you help the others to unpack all the food?” Jane smiled at the tall girl who was the oldest of the pupils.
Margaret nodded and set to work at once.
“Thank you so much, Miss Hartley, for bringing us here!” she enthused.
The girls chatted and laughed as they stretched out a large white cloth on the grass.
It was a good moment for Jane slip away and read the letter that had arrived this morning from London with Adella’s familiar handwriting on the envelope.
She walked a few paces away from
