She spoke naturally and Sir John thought it very touching that a young girl, so beautiful and so rich, could speak of God as if He was a distinct and important part of her life.
‘She is certainly unique,’ he thought to himself.
He threw the newspaper which had annoyed him so considerably on the floor.
‘I will not think about it again,’ he told himself. ‘I will leave it to Melita and she will doubtless manage it as she wishes to do.’
They hurried over their breakfast.
And then they found the horses which Sir John had ordered for them at the front door.
Melita was thrilled with her mount and she patted him and talked to him for quite some minutes before she allowed Sir John to lift her onto the saddle.
“Now I am going to take you into my special wood, which I loved when I was a child
