Chapter NineThey heard the noise of children as soon as they opened the garden gate. Lorna stopped for a second, wondered how Mrs Findhorn must feel left alone with a family to bring up, shook her head and walked on.
'Are you all right, Miss Buchanan?' Lorna thought she detected concern in Margaret's voice. 'You looked a bit queer for a moment.'
'No, I'm well enough,' Lorna tried to push the thoughts away. 'It's a lovely house.'
The Findhorns had leased a cottage in the village of Mathon on the western slopes of the Malvern Hills. Two stories high and set beside a small stream, it was of traditional cruck construction with black timbers set against whitewashed clay walls. Two children played outside the front door with another, older girl gathering fruit from a well-tended garden at the
