‘My best plan,’ she pondered, ‘is to make myself invisible or at least keep out of sight.’
It was only a short drive to Parliament Square and there in the Thames, just beside the Houses of Parliament, Elva had her first glimpse of the Sea Horse.
It was a very much larger yacht than she expected.
The early morning sun was shining on its sails and glittering on the brass work of the railings and the deck.
The Sea Horse looked almost like an enchanted vision from a bygone age.
The horses slowly drew to a standstill, the door of the carriage was opened and Elva stepped out.
She looked up at the sails fluttering in the breeze and the shiny paint on the ship.
“It is just so beautiful!” she exclaimed. “The most glorious ship I have ever seen.”
“I am glad you appreciate it, Elva. The Sea H
