‘Sorry, Starshine,’ I murmured, feeling her wet nose push at my empty hand hopefully. I hadn’t thought to bring her anything to eat. Behind me Uncle was talking to Fred and the head groom about the filly Uncle was hoping to race at Ascot. I didn’t dare turn round. As soon as I’d heard Fred’s voice my heart had seemed to fly from my chest. Soon he would come to saddle up Starshine and help me up on to her back. I’d feel the touch of his hand… I hadn’t been able to think of anything else since Uncle had suggested the ride. I’d tried to find an excuse, but Uncle had brushed aside my excuses. ‘You look pale,’ he’d declared. ‘You need fresh air. And so do I! It’s time I had a good gallop with my niece.’ ‘But Penelope has a lot to do,’ Aunt had objected. We were leaving for London in the morning. For once I agreed with her. ‘Piffle!’ Uncle said. ‘The girl has a maid. She will pack for her. We want her to look her best for the season, don’t we?’ He’d smiled at me, a complicit smile.
