Chapter Two
Minella arrived in London and, although it had been a slow and rather tiring journey, she had been able to sleep part of the time.
She had so much to do packing up everything in The Manor that belonged to herself, her father and mother that the night before she left she had fallen into bed absolutely exhausted and too tired to be unhappy.
She had made a big bonfire in the garden of the things to be destroyed and had packed everything else into old-fashioned leather trunks that she had dragged down from the attic.
The nearest farmer, who had always been fond of her father, had been kind enough to say he would store anything she did not wish to take with her.
“They’ll be safe enough in the roof of one of my barns,” he said, “so don’t you go partin’ with anythin’ you wants to
