We came to the edge of the shrubbery without success.

“Now,” he said.

“You crossed the paddock. I see where you got through the hedge. There’s a little opening there, isn’t there? That’s where it was.”

I nodded.

“Then we’ll make for that space. Keep your eyes open and we’ll cross the paddock. Try to remember the exact way you came.”

We walked across, a little apart and arrived at the hedge. He knelt down and gave a cry of triumph.

“Is this it?”

I could have wept with joy.

He held it up and said: “Ah, I see. Look. The clasp is broken. That’s why it dropped off.”

“Broken,” I said in dismay, my joy evaporating.

He studied it intently.

“Oh, I see. A link has come off. All it needs is to fix it back. The clasp itself is all right. It’s a job for the jeweller, though. Old Higgs in the High Street will fix it in a few minutes. Then it will be all right.”

He handed it to me. I clutched it, half joyful, half tearful. I had not lost it, but I had to get it to old Higgs in the High Street.

Nanny would not allow that. I should have to get Estella or Henry to help me. Perhaps Sally could.

He was watching. Then he smiled.

“I tell you what we’ll do,” he said.

“After tea I’ll take it to Higgs and he’ll do it right away.”

“Would you?” I cried.

“I don’t see why not.”

“After…”

“Well, we ought to be there now, you know. Let’s go.”

“But I’m not supposed to be there.”

“I’ve invited you. This will be my house one day and I can ask whom I like.”

“Nanny …”

“Nanny who?”

“Nanny Gilroy. She’d say it wasn’t right for you to ask me. You see, I was found under the azalea bush. Nanny would say I didn’t belong ..”

“If I say you belong, you belong,” he said in a swaggering way which made me laugh.

I was hugging my pendant. Good luck had returned.

So I went back with him to the Grange. Estella was amazed, and so was Henry. Lucian told them about the pendant and Camilla wanted to see it and hear about the Chinese letters which meant “Good Luck’.

“It’s lovely,” she said.

“I wish I had one.”

I glowed with pleasure and was very happy.

Estella looked alarmed. She said: “You know Carmel is … not really one of us.”

“Oh yes,” said Lucian.

“She was found under the bush. She told me. Why wasn’t she asked?”

“Well … she’s a foundling,” said Estella.

“What fun!” cried Camilla.

“It sounds exciting. Like something out of Shakespeare or a romance.”

“She was left under an azalea bush.”

“Yes!” said Lucian.

“The one that gave poor old Tom Yardley a lot of trouble one year.”

He and Camilla looked at each other and laughed.

I liked them. They were very friendly. I guessed it was because they were rich and important and did not have to keep reminding people that they were really better than they seemed. They behaved to me as though I were just another guest. The cake was delicious. It was sprinkled with coconut and I had two pieces.

“Do you like it?” asked Lucian, smiling at me as I took my second piece.

“It’s lovely.”

“This is better than crouching in the shrubbery, eh?”

He and Camilla laughed and I said: “It’s a lot better.”

They both seemed to like me and as soon as tea was over Lucian went to the stables and told the groom that he was going to take the dog-can into the town and we were all going. Lucian seemed to be very important, for all of them did what he said without question; and we all crowded into the dog-cart which was fun. Lucian drove and I sat beside him.

Then we went into Mr. Higgs’s shop and Mr. Higgs himself came out and said: “Good afternoon, Mr. Lucian. What can I do for you?”

“Just a little job,” said Lucian.

“It’s a link on this chain. It just needs fixing, I think.”

Mr. Higgs looked at it and nodded.

“Jim will do it,” he said.

“It won’t take more than a minute or two.

Just needs fixing on the ring. Jim! Here’s Mr. Lucian. Wants this fixing. See what’s happened? “

Jim nodded and went off.

“Little girl’s pendant, is it?” said Mr. Higgs.

“Yes, her uncle brought it from Hong Kong for her.”

“Chinese, yes. Good craftsmen. They turn out some interesting stuff.

And how’s everyone up at the Grange? “

Lucian assured Mr. Higgs that they were all in excellent health, and I listened in admiration to his easy manner of conversation while I waited impatiently for the return of my pendant.

And there it was . just as it had been . and no one would know that there had been any trouble with the link.

Lucian was going to pay for it, but Mr. Higgs said: “Oh, that’s nothing, Mr. Lucian. Just a matter of fixing it. Glad to oblige.”

Lucian fastened the pendant round my neck.

“There,” he said.

“Safe as houses.”

And I loved him from that moment.

Nanny Gilroy did not like what she heard from Estella about my being at the party.

“Pushing,” she commented.

“Didn’t I always say?”

Estella said: “Lucian brought her in. He saw her in the shrubbery when she lost her pendant.”

“Pendant! What’s a child of her age doing with a pendant?”

“Uncle Toby gave it to her.”

She smiled in that way she did when Uncle Toby’s name was mentioned, and clicked her tongue. But clearly she thought it was not quite so bad if he had been responsible for it.

The next time Estella and Henry were invited to tea, I was too. I began to grow accustomed to going there. I liked Camilla. She never showed in any way that she thought I was not the equal of the others.

As for Lucian, I felt there was a special friendship between us because of the pendant.

So the friendship between Commonwood and the Grange was growing. The shared tutor had been the beginning and then there was Mrs. Marline’s determination to return to the sort of society she had enjoyed before she married beneath her; and she did everything she could to win the approval of Lady Crompton by devoting herself to charitable works particularly those in which her Ladyship was involved. Consequently she was a frequent visitor to the Grange.

Henry could be a friend of Lucian and Estella of Camilla. How fortunate that the sexes fitted so well in the families! I was not excluded. In fact, Lucian always had a special smile for me. At least, I imagined it was special. He would glance at the pendant which I always wore outside my dress when I was out of Nanny Gilroy’s range, and I knew he was recalling our first encounter with some amusement.

Life was very pleasant.

Mrs. Marline had always been a keen horsewoman and we all had riding lessons. Estella and Henry had their ponies and Uncle Toby had provided me with one so that I could join them. What a wonderful uncle he was to me! And I attributed the change in my fortunes to him.

I had begun to realize how important Mrs. Marline was in the household.

Even Nanny Gilroy was subdued in her presence. Everyone was in considerable awe of her even the doctor. Perhaps it would be more accurate to say, especially the doctor.

I heard Nanny Gilroy talking about her to Mrs. Barton, the cook.

“She’s a holy terror,” she said.

“She goes on and on and never lets the doctor forget whose money pays most of the bills. She’s the boss all right.”

“He’s good, the doctor,” said Mrs. Barton.

“His patients think the world of him. Mrs. Gardiner said she was in agony with her leg until she went to him. He’s really a nice gentleman in his way.”

“Mild as milk, if you ask me. Can’t seem to stand up for himself.

Well, she’s got the money . and money talks. “

“Money talks all right,” replied Mrs. Barton.

“Poor doctor. I reckon he don’t have much of a life.”

Mrs. Marline took little notice of me. She seemed as though she did not want to know I was there. I did not mind that. Indeed, I was rather glad of it. I had Uncle Toby and now Lucian, Camilla and Sally: and Estella and Henry were not bad and Adeline had always liked me.

At the end of the summer, the gipsy encampment was no longer in the woods.

“There one day and gone the next,” said Nanny.

“Well, good riddance to bad rubbish.”

I wanted to defend them and remind her of how Rosie Perrin had dressed my leg and Jake had carried me home. But of course I said nothing.

Then there was talk of Henry’s going to school.

“That Lucian from the Grange is going, so Master Henry must do the same. Some grand school, I expect it will be. Well, they’re Grange people and where Lucian goes, mark my words, Henry will go too. That’s if I know anything about Madam.”

“Who else, if you don’t?” added Mrs. Barton sycophantically. She was eager to be on good terms with Nanny, who was reckoned to be a power in the household-second only to Mrs. Marline herself.

I should be very sorry when Lucian went away. He and Camilla came to tea at Commonwood now and then. They were very special occasions and I never enjoyed them as much as going to the Grange. Mrs. Marline was not actually present at tea but she hovered. She was so anxious that everything should be in order and that tea at Common wood should be in every degree as good as that taken at the Grange.

I believe she would really have liked to exclude me, but in view of the fact that Lucian had insisted that I join them at the Grange, she could hardly keep me out of these return occasions.

She was intruding more and more on my notice. She had a shrill and penetrating voice and a very domineering manner; and she was usually complaining about something which had or had not been done. She was such a contrast to the mild-mannered doctor. I wondered if it was because of her that he had become as he was-resigned. I imagined she would have that effect on someone like the doctor who seemed to be a man who would avoid trouble at all cost.

It has always amazed me how our lives can go along in a sort of groove for a long time and then some incident changes the entire pattern and what happens after is the result of that one detail, without which nothing that follows would have taken place.

This is what happened at Commonwood House.

Mrs. Marline was eager to join the Hunt, an enthusiasm which she shared with the Cromptons.

Henry, Estella, Adeline and I would often assemble to see the start of it. It would set out from the Grange and Mrs. Marline, looking very much the horsewoman, and as completely in command of her steed as she was of the doctor and her household, would be in the centre of it, exchanging pleasantries with the gentry who had come in from the surrounding neighbourhood.

The men looked splendid in their pink coats. The hounds were barking and there was general excitement in the air.

The doctor did not hunt. He would have been quite out of place among such people.

However, we would watch them ride off after the poor little fox until they were all out of sight. Then we would return home.

It was a cold day, I remember, and we ran all the way. Henry was sighing for the day when he would be able to join the Hunt. Estella was not sure whether she wanted to. She was not all that happy on her pony and even contemplating the frisky mounts of the riders made her nervous.

The day went on as usual. How could we know what an important day it was going to prove to be to us all at Commonwood House?

It was due to the stump of a tree which some time before had been uprooted. The recent rains had exposed it apparently and it lay in the path taken by the hunted fox.

The first I heard of what had happened was when I was in the garden with Estella. The household was quiet. It was amazing what a difference the absence of Mrs. Marline made.

We saw Fred Carton, the policeman, wheeling his bicycle up to the gate. He came walking up the path.

“Mr. Carton,” cried Estella.

“What’s happened?”

“Is Doctor in?” he asked.

“I want to see him at once.”

“Yes. He’s here,” said Estella.

Jenny the parlour maid came out. She was startled at the sight of Mr. Canon.

“I want to see Doctor now,” said Mr. Carton, rather curtly for him. He was usually affable and inclined to joke.

Estella and I looked at each other with mounting excitement

Something was wrong and Mr. Carton had come to tell us what it was.