Chapter 70

More murmurs; here and there one could distinguish a “Yes, thank you, your Grace.” Lucy pursued, after rewarding them all with a bright smile, “And now I expect you all want your presents?” Here Mrs. Wickenden came forward; she had been hovering in the background, waiting for Lucy to give this signal. The estate children’s treat was always a great day in Mrs. Wickenden’s calendar. She came forward now with a long list in her hand. “Should I read out the names, your Grace?” “Yes, please, Mrs. Wickenden, would you?” …