They drove on into the village, which was very pretty with small cottages with thatched roofs and gardens bright with spring flowers.
There was a Greystone Church, which looked to Gina as if it went back to Norman times and pretty alms-houses with their walls covered with creeper.
The horse that Gina was driving was, she felt, not only experienced at pulling the chaise, but also not too young to be difficult to handle.
It would not have worried her if it had been, but she wanted Lady Alice to have a quiet drive.
Then, at the end of the village when she was about to return to The Priory, she saw an attractive little cottage, somewhat larger than the others, standing by itself.
In the garden she could see that there were a number of beehives.
They gave her an idea that made her stop th
