CHAPTER FIVELucilla peered out of the window of the train at the countryside flashing past.
She was glad that she was wearing the pink coat, as it really was a very cold day, even though the sun shone down brightly over the wintry fields and the clustered buildings of farms and villages.
There were many stops along the way, but at last the train pulled into Appleton, which Lucilla had been told was the stop for the village of Ferndean.
Lucilla jumped off the train and looked around for someone to help her. A small man with a large moustache came out of the Ticket Office and touched his cap.
“Appleton Hall, is it, miss?” he enquired in a warm accent that reminded her of the voices of the Dorset people, who lived round her old home. “Are they meeting you with the carriage?”
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