CHAPTER THREELeona went towards the washstand and one of the maids hurried to pour some hot water into a basin.
“Would ye wish to change, miss?” Mrs. McKenzie enquired.
“I think I will,” Leona replied. “My travelling gown is thick and today it seems very warm.”
“The sun is awful hot at midday,” Mrs. McKenzie agreed.
“Perhaps, miss, ye’d like to put on one of your new gowns.” “My new gowns?” Leona exclaimed in surprise.
She realised, having just arrived, that the housemaids had not yet begun unpacking her trunks.
In answer to her question Mrs. McKenzie crossed the bedroom and opened the door of a wardrobe. Hanging there were half a dozen dresses.
Leona stared at them in astonishment.
“Whose are those?” she enquired.
“They’re for ye, miss,” Mrs. McKenzie replied. “His Grace ordered
