Reflection 6Everything in those first few weeks was overwhelming, simply because it was all new and I was continually being taken by surprise.
The first big surprise was that Daddy ever agreed that I should go to London, although two minutes after Giles had left us with a self-satisfied smirk on his face because he had had his own way, Daddy began to have misgivings.
“I hope I’ve done the right thing, Samantha,” he kept saying.
When the bazaar was over, we went home to eat a very nasty meat pie that Mrs. Harris had left for us in a low oven, which was still too hot.
He sat at the table looking so worried that I said in a rather small voice,
“If you don’t want me to go Daddy, I’ll stay – here with you.”
“No, Samantha,” he answered, “I think you ought to go. That Mr. Bariatinsky is rig
