CHAPTER TWOElizabeth stared at Colena in astonishment.
Then she asked,
“What do you mean? I don’t think I understand.”
“But I think you do,” Colena replied. “You will be Papa’s daughter and I will be his niece.”
“That’s impossible!” Elizabeth protested. “People will guess at once.”
“Why should they? Just think it out, as Papa would have done. No one at home in England has seen you or me for nearly three years. I had just left school when they last saw me and then I was much rougher, so to speak, than I am now.”
Elizabeth opened her mouth as if she was about to say something and then she closed it again.
“With Papa’s influence and yours,” Colena carried on, “I have become what my old Governess used to call ‘polished’. It was something you had three years ago which has developed even
