Her mother had smiled.
“You know I would never be that and I noticed the other day how worn your coat was. I am sure Papa and I can manage to find enough money for a new one.
Peter put his arms round his mother and kissed her.
“You are a brick!” he said. “I know how little you and Papa spend on yourselves and I feel rather like the importunate widow.”
Her mother had laughed.
“You will have your riding coat, dearest. We will find the money for it one way or another!”
Hermia had known that this meant the gown her mother had been planning for herself would not materialise nor would the new bonnet she had been promised as soon as they could afford it.
It all flashed through her mind and she said quickly,
“It would be very very kind of you, Marilyn, if you would send me anything you hav
