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accident,’ Clementine blurted.
    â€˜Godfathers, Clementine, at your age! Too much excitement and running about,’ Aunt Violet tutted and looked the girl up and down.
    Clementine stared at her great-aunt quizzically.
    â€˜Come along and we’ll get you some fresh clothes,’ the woman said.
    Clementine’s mouth dropped open. ‘Oh no, not that sort of accident, Aunt Violet. I’m not a baby.’
    â€˜No?’ Aunt Violet arched her eyebrow. ‘What sort of accident are you talking about?’
    â€˜I kicked the ball and it flew up really high and I didn’t think I could even kick it that hard and –’
    â€˜Hello?’ a voice called from the back door.
    â€˜Ana, darling, we’re in here,’ Aunt Violet answered.
    Ana Hobbs stepped into the kitchen. Aunt Violet strode over to greet her with a kiss on both cheeks.
    â€˜Hello Clemmie, the children said that you were inside,’ Ana said warmly.
    â€˜Hi,’ Clementine said sheepishly. She wondered what else the children had told their mother.
    â€˜I just came to say thank you, Violet. No need to get Clarissa. I gather from the cars in the driveway that you must be busy tonight,’ Ana said with a nod.
    Aunt Violet’s lip curled. ‘Yes, unfortunately.’
    â€˜But it’s wonderful for business,’ Ana said, looking puzzled. ‘I won’t keep you. Are those the children’s schoolbags over there?’
    Clementine went to the sideboard and heaved the three bags over to Ana. The trio headed outside where Tilda, Teddy and Araminta were waiting.
    â€˜Say thank you,’ Ana directed her children.
    The twins and Araminta frowned at Clementine, wondering if she’d told her great-aunt about the window yet. ‘Thanks,’ they chorused.
    â€˜Sorry about the … you know,’ said Araminta.
    Aunt Violet frowned. ‘What’s that, Araminta?’
    â€˜Nothing, Aunt Violet,’ Clementine said, shaking her head.
    â€˜Can Clementine come and play tomorrow, Mummy?’ Tilda asked.
    â€˜Perhaps on Sunday, darling. Tomorrow we have to go and see Granny.’
    â€˜Don’t forget we have to choose our famous friend too,’ Teddy said.
    â€˜What’s that?’ Ana asked.
    â€˜We’ve got a project,’ Tilda explained, ‘and I’m going to do it on you, Mummy.’
    â€˜Oh, I can’t wait to hear all about that.’ Ana pretended to grimace and then turned to Aunt Violet.
    â€˜At least your children hold you in some regard,’ Aunt Violet said, glaring at Clementine.
    Ana frowned, wondering if there was a problem. ‘Please thank Clarissa for having the children and say I’ll give her a call on Sunday. Come along, kids, your father’s in the car.’
    The children and their mother gave a wave and disappeared around the side of the house.
    Aunt Violet arched her eyebrow. ‘Now, you’d better tell me about this accident, young lady.’
    Clementine pointed upwards. ‘I broke the window.’
    â€˜Oh, good heavens,’ Aunt Violet began. Clementine cowered, waiting for her great-aunt to explode like a firecracker. Aunt Violet saw the girl’s anxious face and her own expression softened. ‘Is that all?’
    Clementine was about to put her fingers in her ears when she realised what Aunt Violet had said. ‘Aren’t you mad at me?’
    â€˜Why would I be?’ the old woman asked. ‘It’s nothing that can’t be fixed.’
    Clementine could hardly believe it. ‘Are you all right, Aunt Violet?’
    â€˜No one was hurt, were they? You didn’t hear any shouting from up in the room? It’s just a pane of glass and it can be replaced,’ the woman replied. ‘Besides, Clementine, I can’t tell you the number of windows your grandfather and I broke over the years with our overly enthusiastic games of cricket. It’ssomething I was very good at