Chapter Two“We reach France tomorrow,” Miss Nancy Sparling declared.
“I know,” Vada answered, “it’s so exciting I can hardly believe it!”
Miss Sparling smiled.
She was a large heavily-built woman with a face not unlike a good-looking horse.
Related on her mother’s side to most of the important families in America and daughter of the Bishop of New York, she moved in the very best Society, not only in America but in most European countries.
Vada had learnt that it was by way of being a great condescension for her to consent to act the part of chaperone.
Nancy Sparling had been independent ever since she had been a girl.
Realising early in life that she was not attractive to the opposite s*x, she had taken up an independent attitude, which, surprisingly, had been encouraged by her pare
