Mary flung the curtains wide, and she could see the blue sky with white puffs of cloud scurrying before the breeze. “Open the window a little, Mary,” she ordered. “What a glorious day!” The air was cool and refreshing, and she found that the previous day’s distress loomed less black in her mind. She ate a hearty breakfast and then wondered what to do next. Lady Annabel dropped in and was delighted to find her so well. “I’ll send you some books, if you feel in need of an occupation,” she offered. “I would keep you company for a while but I must drive over to Orchard Street and see how Lucy goes on.” “Lady Annabel, I ought to write to Miss Florence and thank her for her care of me.” “If it will not tire you, Clara. You shall have paper and pen and see how it goes.” Miss Fell wrote her letter and started on one of the books. She was amused to find it was a novel very like Count Casimir’s Castle, and she wondered if it was one of Lucy’s or if Lady Annabel had similar tastes in literature.
