CHAPTER THREETravelling to Southampton, Tarina thought she was definitely living in a play that she must have written herself. When things had been very dull at home and she was struggling after her mother’s death with the housework, with the help only of a rather stupid girl from the village, she had told herself stories.
They were usually adventure tales in which she travelled to strange places all over the world.
Often at dinnertime she would ask her father about some country she had been visiting in her mind.
Because the Vicar had travelled a great deal when he was a young man and was also exceedingly well read, he was able to produce books on the subjects they were discussing or the countries Tarina was enquiring about and they would study them together.
She therefore knew a great
