Rosamund’s Tuck Shop #938911

‘For the last time, Peters; the last time till Christmas,’ and Rhoda took the steering-wheel from the chauffeur.
She was seventeen, and it was her own car. She had been driving for some time, but always with Peters in attendance. Cars were not allowed at school, however; not even at such a school as the one to which she was returning. It was good-bye to Peters and her treasure until the Christmas holidays.
Her mother, Lady Verriton, was making plans for a three-months’ trip to Durban and the Cape, travelling with her sister. Rhoda, given the choice of school or South Africa, had chosen school. She had spent the last few months at home, in tragic circumstances, and she was longing to be with her friends again. While her presence had been any comfort to her mother, she had been willing to stay and do what she could; but with her mother safely launched on her voyage and in good company, Rhoda gladly turned from the gloom of the great Castle and set her face to the future and a joyful meeting with her chums.