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looked away. ‘And what about you, Basil? What’s your line of work?’
    â€˜I’m a filmmaker,’ the man replied.
    â€˜Oh, fascinating.’ Aunt Violet was paying the new neighbours far more attention than anyone might have imagined. ‘Feature films?’
    â€˜Documentaries,’ Basil said.
    â€˜Oh. How … educational.’ Aunt Violet barely disguised her disappointment.
    â€˜Actually, I was thinking I’d like to make a film about Penberthy House,’ Basil said.
    â€˜A film about our house?’ Clementine asked, her eyes widening.
    Aunt Violet’s did too. ‘Really?’ A smug smile began to form.
    â€˜Well, I’m sure it has a wonderful history and from the little I’ve seen so far, the house seems mostly original.’
    â€˜That’s just a polite way of saying “tatty”, Basil,’ Lady Clarissa said, smiling.
    â€˜No, not at all. This place is a gem and I’d love to uncover everything about it. Of course, I need your permission, Clarissa. I’d want to feature the family too,’ Basil explained.
    Uncle Digby looked at Lady Clarissa, who in turn looked towards Aunt Violet, who was preening her hair and looking very satisfied with herself.
    â€˜I don’t know, Basil. We’ve always been quite a private family,’ Lady Clarissa said.
    â€˜How can you say that, Clarissa?’ Aunt Violet snapped. ‘You’ve opened our beautiful home so that all the riffraff under the sun can stay here.’
    â€˜It could be very good for business, Clarissa,’ said Uncle Digby.
    â€˜Yes, Mummy, imagine if we were on thetelevision. Lots of people would want to come and see Lavender and Pharaoh,’ Clementine enthused.
    â€˜Can I have some time to think about it, Basil?’ Lady Clarissa asked.
    â€˜Yes, of course. I’m busy for the next couple of months anyway. We couldn’t start shooting for a while yet.’
    â€˜Well, that will give you some time to get things in pristine order, won’t it, Clarissa?’ Aunt Violet looked at her niece. ‘We’d want the house looking her best. And perhaps, Clementine, you can convince Mrs Mogg to make me something new to wear. I’d like to look my best too.’
    â€˜Are you in possession of a time machine, Miss Appleby?’ Digby Pertwhistle gave the woman a wry smile.
    â€˜Very funny, Pertwhistle.’
    The adults around the table did their best to smother smiles.
    â€˜Why does Aunt Violet need a time machine, Uncle Digby?’ Clementine asked.
    â€˜I don’t. Pertwhistle just wanted to borrow it so he could travel back and locate his hair,’ the old woman quipped.
    This time everyone laughed out loud. Even Uncle Digby.

Clementine and the children soon finished their afternoon tea and began fidgeting in their seats.
    â€˜Mummy, may we go up to my room?’ Clementine asked. She was keen to show her new friends around the house, just as the children had shown her their home the day before.
    Lady Clarissa nodded. ‘Yes, of course, darling. I’m going to give Basil and Ana a tour in a little while.’
    â€˜I could do that,’ Aunt Violet offered. ‘Wouldn’t you prefer to get on with the washing up?’
    Clarissa glared at her aunt. ‘No, Aunt Violet. The washing up can wait. But you’re welcome to join us if you’d like.’
    The old woman’s mouth puckered.
    Uncle Digby offered everyone some more tea.
    â€˜See you later,’ Clementine said.
    She darted away and the three Hobbs children followed her up the back stairs to the landing.
    â€˜What’s up here?’ Araminta asked.
    â€˜This is where the guests stay.’ Clementine said. ‘My room’s on the next floor.’
    She raced up the second flight of steps and along the corridor. Clemmie’s room was at the front of the house, overlooking the garden. It was a large space with high ceilings and a