“You are sure Lady Mary won’t mind my borrowing her clothes?” Gisela asked a little nervously.
Mrs. Banks laughed.
“Lady Mary would give away her best dress to anyone in need,” she smiled. “She’s that open-hearted. I always declare she’s certain to be imposed on by everyone who knows her. I have had her crying in here because there was a sick monkey outside belongin’ to an Italian organ grinder and many’s the time she’d come home with an empty purse because someone had told her a hard luck story, as like as not a falsehood from start to finish.”
Gisela listened to Mrs. Banks’s chatter and wondered if Lady Mary would one day marry her cousin and be Mistress of this beautiful house and of The Castle. Perhaps that was what had already been planned by both their families. There was a faint
