Titine glanced at the parted curtains and empty bed, then at the clock, and yawned. It was not yet eight o'clock. From the look of things, she was sure that Miss Challoner had arisen and departed for a morning ride before the breaking of the dawn. She peered out of the window and contracted her shoulders expressively. To ride in the cold morning air upon a violent horse when she had been out late! B-r! But then, Mademoiselle was a wonderful person-like no one since the beginning of the world. She made her own laws and Titine was reluctantly obliged to confess that she herself was delighted to obey them.
- Paperback | 160 pages
- 152.4 x 228.6 x 9.4mm | 299.37g
- 09 Jun 2015
- Illustrations, black and white