They walked in through the front door and there was no butler to be seen, only two footmen on duty.
“Lady Priscilla and I would like tea in the tapestry room,” Eleta said. “We are now going upstairs to change, but we will not be long.”
The footmen looked at her in astonishment.
“In the tapestry room?” one of them queried. “But her Ladyship always has her tea upstairs.”
Eleta smiled.
“She is too old for the nursery now and I hope we will find a more comfortable schoolroom, so when we have finished tea I would then like to see Mrs. Shepherd.”
She spoke politely, but with an authority that the footman readily acknowledged.
“Very well, miss,” he said.
“I will race you up the stairs,” Eleta suggested.
Pepe gave a cry of excitement and they both started to run and Eleta allowed the chil
