CHAPTER FIVEEleta slept peacefully in the large canopied bed that reminded her of her own home.
She now felt more at ease than she had been since coming home from Paris.
Apparently Pepe slept very well too and they met for breakfast in the boudoir.
Eleta thought that it was a child’s breakfast rather than a grown-up’s.
As they finished, Pepe asked,
“Are we going riding?”
She had on her riding habit and so had Eleta, but for the moment Eleta paused before she replied,
“We have one thing to do first and I do want you to come with me and help me. We are going to see the cook.”
“The cook!” Pepe exclaimed. “I am not allowed in the kitchen.”
“You will be allowed if you are with me. I am sure you agree that we need more exciting food than this.”
She did not wait for an answer, but walke
