CHAPTER TWONext morning Shona rose early. Effie brought her breakfast to her room so that she need not risk encountering the Colonel.
“Not that he’ll be up so soon,” Shona observed. “I expect he got home late.”
“Three in the morning, according to his valet,” Effie said wisely. “And smelling of drink.”
“Then it will be noon before he has slept it off. Good. I have time to plan.”
“What shall I lay out for you, miss?”
“I am not sure. I have got try to look very plain, and older than I am. Can you do my hair so that it looks very severe?”
Effie raided the kitchen for some flour to brush into her hair. If it did not make Shona look middle-aged, at least it took the gloss off her hair and gave it a slightly pepper and salt effect.
By trial and error they finally managed to settle on the r
