Amy Walton
"Thistle and Rose"
Chapter One.
The Picture.
A countenance in which did meet
Sweet records, promises as sweet.
Wordsworth.
“And so, my dear Anna, you really leave London to-morrow!”
“By the ten o’clock train,” added an eager voice, “and I shan’t get to Dornton until nearly five. Father will go with me to Paddington, and then I shall be alone all the way. My very first journey by myself—and such a long one!”
“You don’t seem to mind the idea,” said the governess, with a glance at her pupil’s bright, smiling face. “You don’t mind leaving all the people and things you have been used to all your life?”