Chapter
2
But it was not until the girls finally came home from school, that they felt the full weight of Granny's dear old hand on their lives. Lucille was now nearly twenty-one, and Yvette nineteen. They had been to a good girls' school, and had had a finishing year in Lausanne, and were quite the usual thing, tall young creatures with fresh, sensitive faces and bobbed hair and young-manly, deuce-take-it manners.
"What's so awfully boring about Papplewick," said Yvette, as they stood on the Channel boat watching the grey, grey cliffs of Dover draw near, "is that there are no men about. Why doesn't Daddy have some good old sports for friends? As for Uncle Fred, he's the limit!"
"Oh, you never know what will turn up," said Lucille, more philosophic.
"You jolly well know what to expect
