‘I shall never wear it,’ she sighed to herself, ‘but how lovely it is to have it, to know that it is there and to be able to look at it when I am feeling miserable!’
She hung the gown up in the cupboard, put the shoes and hats and handbags away and then, because she could not resist it, changed into an evening dress.
It was a very simple dinner frock of pale green chiffon embroidered round the neck and waist with tiny brilliants. It made her seem very thin and almost ethereal and, when she had brushed her new short curls until they danced around her head, she went into the nursery to find that her supper was waiting. One of the footmen had brought it up on a tray and left it there on the table.
As Sheena walked across the big empty room she pretended to herself that she was going to a r
