Chapter TwoThalia came out of the back door of Mrs. Burton’s millinery shop and looked to where, at the end of the street, a figure was waiting.
She hurried towards an elderly woman dressed like a respectable servant, who smiled as she approached.
“I am sorry, Hannah, if I kept you waiting,” Thalia said, “but there were lots of boxes to pack up at the last moment. Thank goodness I did not have to deliver them.”
“It’s not right for you to do such menial jobs anyway!” Hannah answered crossly.
Thalia laughed.
“Beggars cannot be choosers, as you well know, and actually I have had a most entertaining day. I will not tell you about it now, but will wait until we reach Mama. How is she?”
“As she always is,” Hannah replied, “countin’ the days until your father’s return and watchin’ for a let
