Authors: Mary Cummins
“Because I couldn’t bear to think of anyone living in your house. That business I had in
London was partly visits to my lawyer. I had some money coming to me, and that’s all been settled now. I’ve also got some new contracts for my work, so we should be quite
comfortable, darling. In fact, the lease of Rossie House is up in about two years. If you like, we could think of going back there, though it’s never really been home to me. We might have our children to think about, though.”
Merry smiled, her eyes shining at the future which lay ahead. She began to feel Aunt Ellen’s presence very close to her
...
Aunt Ellen who also might have been mistress of Rossie House. Soon she hoped to hear about her book
,
and because it was Aunt Ellen’s story as much as hers, she hoped she would sell it.
“Penny for them,” said Benjamin, tweaking the end of her nose.
“I was just thinking how happy I am,” she sighed. “Yet last
week...”
“Forget about last week,” said Benjamin, “and always remember that to me you are far above rubies.”