“That be easy,” Nanny answered. “Your name’s ‘Miss Taylor’ and by some misfortune you were not met as you thought you would be when you left the stagecoach.”
She put her hand on Kyla’s shoulder before she went on,
“I’ll be most apologetic, explainin’ that the letter you wrote to me tellin’ me about your arrival ‘on approval’, so to speak, as the Nursery Governess has not yet arrived, So that’s why you were not welcomed as you should have been.”
Kyla clasped her hands together.
“Nanny, you are such a genius. Everybody in The Castle will accept that story and if she makes enquiries as to who we are, no one will tell Stepmama.”
“We can only pray that she is hood-winked,” Nanny said. “So if the worse comes to the worst, we shall have to hide Terry.”
Kyla smiled while asking Nanny,
“In
