CHAPTER THREEThe next morning although she was awake at half past eight, Anthea lay in bed until almost eleven o’clock.
As she stared at the blue ceiling, she was filled with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety.
The ball had been a big success for her stepmother, although Anthea was a little disappointed that none of her own friends had been able to attend.
Anthea’s toes still hurt from Algernon Trotwood’s clumsy exertions and she noticed that one of her big toes was quite bruised.
‘Oh, bother,’ she thought. ‘I shall have to be extra careful not to drop any luggage on my foot if I want to be able to hurry along without hobbling.’
Dismissing her new maid, Anthea got up and went to check on the trunk that she had made two of the footmen take downstairs the day before.
She had told t
