CHAPTER TWO“This is the Queen Elizabeth room,” Mrs. Kingston said and Olinda gasped.
It was more fantastic than she had anticipated and she only wished that her mother could see it.
It was an enormous room with a beautiful gold-embossed cornice and the walls were covered with panels painted with flowers and buds.
The great bed with its heavy carved gilt canopy was hung with curtains embroidered in a manner which she knew must be unique.
“It is very beautiful!” she exclaimed.
“I thought you would think so,” Mrs. Kingston said proudly.
Olinda had already learnt that Mrs. Kingston and all the senior servants felt that the treasures at Kelvedon House belonged to them almost as much as they belonged to the family.
It was in their blood and Mrs. Kingston had told her that not only had she
