The Child of the Moat: A Story for Girls. 1557 A.D.Stoughton Holborn, I. B. (Ian Bernard)
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The Child of the Moat: A Story for Girls. 1557 A.D.
Stoughton Holborn, I. B. (Ian Bernard)
Adventure stories; Girls -- Juvenile fiction; Great Britain -- History -- Mary I, 1553-1558 -- Juvenile fiction
Aline sat down on the bed and could not keep back the tears. “There is
only one comfort,” she said, “and that is that Master Menstrie told us
how to make another parchment; besides I read his letter three times
over last night and I think I could make a new one from that, for I
believe I could remember it. But, oh, dear, I am certain some one has
taken the book and it will be found out, and then they will see that
the secret room has been used and will guess that that was how Master
Menstrie escaped and that we helped him. It may even lead to their
finding out where he is.”
Audry knelt down on the floor and put her head in her cousin’s lap, and
her arms round her waist. The late Autumn sunshine flooded the room,
but it brought no joy to the sorrowing children.
“Who can have been in the room?” Audry said at last.
“Elspeth, I suppose,” said Aline. “I think we must run the risk of
asking her. She cannot read, but even if she has not seen it, she might
tell some one that we had lost it. However, we must take our chance.”
So they went and found Elspeth and began to talk to her about the
packman’s visit. Just as they were going Audry managed to say quite
casually, “Oh, by the way, Aline, I suppose Elspeth cannot have seen
your little book.”
“What book, hinnie?” said the old dame. “I cannot read and all books
are alike to me.”
“Oh, it was a very thin little book; I must have mislaid it in our
room. You may possibly have noticed it lying round somewhere if you
have been in there this morning.”
“I have seen no such book, dearie, and I would not have touched it if I
had.”
CHAPTER XX
PERSECUTION
The children went about with terror in their hearts expecting every
moment that they would be discovered. On coming in to dinner they
fancied that Mistress Mowbray looked at them with unusual severity,
but she said nothing, yet perhaps it was only because Master Eustace
Cleveland of Lunedale was there.
The guest looked at Audry, who came in first. “Is that your daughter?”
he said to Richard Mowbray. “By my troth, sir, but you have cause to be
proud of her.”
Master Mowbray presented the child and she louted[23] low and went
to her place. Meanwhile, Mistress Mowbray had signed to Aline to be
seated. When Master Cleveland looked across again he saw Aline and
started visibly. He did not as a rule take the least interest in
children, but this was a revelation. “I did not know that you had two
daughters,” he said, and was going to say something further, when
Mistress Mowbray, who had noticed his pleased surprise, cut him short
by saying: “She is Master Mowbray’s cousin, a Gillespie, her great
grandmother married one of those Scots; the family of course came to
grief and Richard seems to think it is his business to see after her.
But you would not believe the trouble she is, to look at her. It’s
amazing how sly and dishonest some girls can be. I have something to
say to you later, Aline, about what I found in your room this morning.”
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