Thelma awoke in the morning with a growing feeling of expectation.
She knew that to see the menagerie perform would be one of the most exciting things that could ever happen to her.
At the same time she could not help worrying over the Earl.
How was it possible that anything as magnificent as his house and himself should be in such a terrible mess?
She was nervous of asking questions, but she knew that she was immensely curious.
She put on her blouse and riding skirt and hurried down to breakfast.
Although she was early, he was already there and he rose as she entered the dining room and said with a smile,
“I was beginning to think that you really are a part of my imagination!”
“No, I am here, and actually I am very hungry.”
“You are fortunate that I have left you one egg,” he chu
