Afterwards she helped Nanny with the children.
She was crawling about on her hands and knees playing with them when the door opened. Fenella looked up and saw that it was Rex Ransome.
“Is anything the matter?” she asked, conscious that she was flushed and her hair was untidy.
“No,” he answered, shaking his head. “I came back to fetch some papers that I left behind by mistake and I heard so much enjoyment going on in here that I wanted to join in. Shall I give you a ride?” he asked Timothy.
But the children were shy, edging away from him, their voices stilled for the moment.
“I was getting them ready to go out,” Fenella said, scrambling to her feet, aware that Rex was looking at her in a strange manner.
“I feel very untidy,” she added self-consciously.
“You are looking very beautiful
