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lift anywhere,’ Aunt Violet said through pursed lips.
    â€˜But he never goes anywhere in the car with you,’ Clementine said. ‘Except for tonight.’
    â€˜If he doesn’t like my driving, then too bad.’ Aunt Violet pulled away from the kerb and did a U-turn, narrowly missing the police car.
    â€˜Godfathers! Why on earth is that parked there?’ she grumbled and sped off into the night.

Clementine rolled over and yawned. She wondered if the fire last night had been a dream. Then she remembered Aunt Violet’s driving. That had been more like a nightmare.
    There was a knock at her door and Lady Clarissa entered. ‘Hello sleepyhead. You must have been tired.’
    â€˜I couldn’t remember for a minute if the fire was real, but it was, wasn’t it?’ Clementine asked.
    â€˜Yes, darling. It was real. And so was that terrifying ride in Aunt Violet’s car.’
    Clementine sat up. ‘Can we go to the village and have a look at the hall?’
    Her mother nodded. ‘I’ve got to get the mail and a few bits and pieces from Mrs Mogg. Hop up and get dressed. We’ll go once you’ve had breakfast.’
    â€˜Tilda and Teddy and Mintie are coming for afternoon tea today, aren’t they?’ Clementine said suddenly. With everything else that had happened she’d almost forgotten about her new friends. ‘Oh no! If there’s no village hall, where will Ana have her ballet lessons?’ Clementine’s face fell. She’d been hoping that Mrs Mogg would be able to make her a tutu.
    â€˜I don’t know, sweetheart, but I’m sure she will work something out. The Hobbses are a bit protected down in that hollow at the end of the road so they might not know about the fire yet. I’ll break the news gently to Ana this afternoon.’

    Lavender waddled into the room, snuffling along the floorboards. She’d already been downstairs and back again, having hopped out of her basket at the end of Clemmie’s bed earlier when the girl was still sound asleep.
    â€˜Good morning, Lavender.’ Clementine slipped down from her bed and cuddled the little pig.
    Lady Clarissa opened the wardrobe door. ‘What would you like to wear today?’
    Clementine thought for a moment. ‘May I please have the yellow dress with the blue flowers?’
    â€˜Lovely.’ Her mother pulled the dress from the hanger. ‘And Mrs Mogg will be so pleased to see you wearing it.’
    Clementine’s love of fashion was well known in the village. It was something she shared with her great-aunt. But while Aunt Violet spent hours poring over fashion magazines, it was Mrs Mogg who created all manner of outfits for the child. She enjoyed nothing more than spoiling Clementine with new clothes.
    Clementine dressed and went downstairs to the kitchen. Aunt Violet was at the table, nibbling on some toast and flicking through a magazine.
    â€˜Good morning, Aunt Violet,’ Clementine said.
    The woman glanced up. ‘Morning. That’s a pretty dress.’
    Clementine smiled. ‘Mrs Mogg made it.’
    â€˜I wish she’d think about making some clothes in my size,’ the old woman said with a frown. ‘I’d love something new. But I suppose I’ll just have to make do for now.’
    Lady Clarissa came down the back stairs just in time to hear her aunt’s gripe.
    â€˜Aunt Violet, you must have the largest collection of clothes on the planet. I’m almost certain you could wear something different every day for the next ten years,’ Clarissa tutted.
    â€˜That’s quite beside the point, Clarissa. I’d like something new .’
    â€˜Well, unless you win the lottery, you’re just going to have to put up with what you’ve got.’Clarissa pulled a box of cereal from the shelves and shook some flakes into a bowl.
    Aunt Violet pointed a manicured finger towards her magazine. ‘Look.