SIXI WENT to my room and began packing my belongings. Although not sure yet where I was bound—certainly not to a home for paupers—my heart was decidedly lighter. Among my treasures was a string of amethysts given to me by a headman in the hills of Chota Nagpur, superior to one I had seen in a shop window in Edinburg priced at fifty guineas. And in fashionable Bath dwelt General Sir Edmund Judson, knighted for his service in India, whose granddaughter Kitty had played with me during his brief stay at Dinapore and sent me an invitation to visit her, in case I came near Bristol. Kitty and I had sworn everlasting friendship in the way of little girls, and her grandfather was both rich and generous. . . . Before I had strapped shut my first bag my mind was made up.
Grandsire offered me some mo
