CHAPTER EIGHTLuella knelt by the raised flower bed and diligently plucked the weeds from it, making certain that she left none behind. The sun beat down upon her back and she felt a sense of enormous contentment.
Just along from her, Thomas and Johnny were busy digging a new bed that was on a patch of land once occupied by a recently demolished outbuilding.
Luella reflected that her life was almost perfect.
‘But that day will come when David and I are married,’ she thought with a satisfied smile.
She missed her Aunt Edith a great deal as it was the first time since she had been to Finishing School that she was not at her side. Although they wrote to each other frequently and spoke on the telephone, it was not the same.
The Countess wrote eloquently of the comings and goings at Braemor
