THE SENTINEL
AWAY WITH WORDS 

By Tessa Harvey
    Esmay Tournier was waiting for three new pupils to arrive for the September term. The family had recently moved from Australia to settle in the Lake District in England. The capital city of the region, Carlisle on the border close to Scotland.
    Carlisle Castle was a fine castle in marvellous condition and her school children visited at least once a year.    
    The school had at one time been a private home, a large building with a beautiful garden of mature trees and, in summer, roses and other hardy plants, surrounded by well-kept lawns.
    Two cars arrived almost together up the sweeping drive from the main road. From the first car a man and woman emerged, followed quickly by identical twin boys. They stood there, uncertain, then turned to look at the other vehicle as it came to a halt. Two women and a boy climbed out. The adults smiled then looked toward the school. Quickly Esmay hurried to welcome them, opening the large door and descending the wide stone steps.

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