‘Four more weeks and I’ll be fourteen! No more rotten school. When I leave, I shall never pick up a pen again, not in my whole life.’ ‘That shows just what a dunce you are, then,’ Ellen told him. ‘It’s not fair. I wish I could leave now. I’ve got to wait another whole year,’ Daisy complained. ‘I ...
‘That’s where the Queen lives.’ The taxi was an extravagance, but Corinne had brought so much luggage that he didn’t see how they could lug it all through the underground and then along the streets from Tower Hill to Fenchurch Street. And besides, Corinne was still feeling the after-effects of be...