IV.

Lyndall.
She was more like a princess, yes, far more like a princess, than the lady who still hung on the wall in Tant Sannie's bedroom.

So Em thought.
She leaned back in the little armchair; she wore a grey dressing-gown, and her long hair was combed out and hung to the ground.

Em, sitting before her, looked up with mingled respect and admiration.
Lyndall was tired after her long journey, and had come to her room early.

Her eyes ran over the familiar objects.