CHAPTER TWOIona then slipped through the garden gate and to her relief she saw that there was not yet anyone about.
She ran upstairs to her bedroom and, letting herself in, she locked the door in case one of the housemaids had seen her and wondered if she wanted anything.
She crossed over the room as the sun was streaming in through the windows.
It was shining on the inkstand on her writing desk, which was French ormolu and Iona had always been very proud of it when writing letters to her friends.
She sat down now and wrote a letter to her elderly aunt who was more or less the Head of the Family.
“Dearest Aunt Matilda,
I have just received a letter to say that my dear old Governess, Sarah Dawson, is dying and particularly wants to see me before she does.
I feel that I must go to her
