Rebecca's Story {First Draft}

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

They walked for a little while him and his uncle until they reached the shooting grounds and then spoke to one another.

" What sort of birds do you shoot here?"

"Some pheasant , some pigeons, we also have excellent hunting dogs here." as he pets his spaniel next to him.

"Mr Meadows offered me an afternoon of shooting with him."

" I suppose he's missing his old boy, they used to get on so well. He was such a cheerful lad. "

" Do you not think his death rather odd uncle? I used to ride with Albert and he was an expert horseman"

"Like his father then he is also a good rider. I do not know about Alberts death but I do know it was all rather sudden I can tell you that. Such a shame they could not even have a proper funeral as his body is somewhere over the channel in France, but they still insisted on having a gravestone for him." His uncles eyes filled with sadness as his face turned downcast looking at the blades of grass beside his feet.

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Later that afternoon in the Meadow household Rebecca was in her room. Her room was the colour cream it was not a large room but she shared with her sister as it saved on fire wood. she was just reading her book, one of her favourites, Pride and Prejudice she looked down toward her book and read a passage that she had read many a time yet it never got old

"I must tell you how ardently I admire you and love you......."

She put her book down savouring up the moment she just read. Looking out the window with the view of the lake simmering from the sun that had just decided to appear in front of the house after hiding for most of the day, they had a beautiful estate thought Rebecca.

"Oh why can not all men be like Mr Darcy instead of all Wickhams" she said to herself as she says every time she reads pride and prejudice.

And with that Grace walked in.

"I did knock ......."

Rebecca jumped up thinking it was her mother as she hardly ever knocks and always thinks Rebecca has wasted her day by reading yet again.

Grace walked over to her they both sat down beside her on the window seat.

"....but you didn't answer I just wanted to know if you were up here, And ask if you would go for a ride with me on one of the horses? The sun has just come out and the storm has passed." smiled grace.

"I would love to." added Rebecca.

So they both made their way to the stables. They were very run down stables for the same reason the house was, but they made sure the horses were well looked after. Because of the lack of money, her father had only hired one working hand for the stables. The girls did bother him as he had many other things to do and they both knew how to saddle up their horses.

Horse riding was calming in some ways thought Rebecca, the air was fresh from the previous storm that had just past. The wind was blowing through her hair. And it was such an exhilarating feeling, galloping along side her sister through the open air.

Her sister was an expert at riding, she had practised many a time as she also enjoyed the sport. They only have three horses left at the stables now. That was because the girls had begged their father not to sell their horse.                                                                                                       

He could not bare to take them away from his precious girls. Rebecca had to put up such a fight not to let them sell Alberts beloved horse for she loved him to much, as it reminded her of brother. She remembers riding along side him in summer as she does now with Grace. It was the only freedom they had to get away from the crumbling house.

After a few hours, Grace broke the noise of the natural wildlife sounds surrounding them

 "Rebecca do you not think we should head back now, dinner will have been made? Also mother and father said that we have a visitor arriving today. When I asked whom, the room went silent and they didn't answer me but rather they changed the subject, I am awfully excited .We have not had a visitor dine with us for sometime, do you know who it could possibly be?"

"Indeed I do not, I suppose it is getting rather late. We shall head back as you have requested Grace, do you have any idea of who our visitor could be?" questioned Rebecca intrigued by what Grace would answer would be.

"Well, I did think it could be Mr Longford, but surely if it was him they would have answered my question, do you not agree?"

" Yes I would of thought so, was mother calm about it?" replied Rebecca thinking just as hard as Grace was to try and figure out who their guest was going to be.

"She seemed a little flustered?"

"I wonder who our visitor could be, race you back to the house. "

"Your on."

But the visitor was not who the girls had expected ...........