A Rose In Jeopardy

Stop it, stop it, stop it! Be quiet!” Pickle screamed, his voice even louder than Lord Brockley’s.

His Lordship gave a roar of anger and, seizing the cage, he forced open the window and threw it out.

There was a crash, as the cage hit the top of the orangery and smashed in two.

“Flowers have always been an important part of my life. Their beauty and serenity are a constant inspiration and for me to look at the full bloom of a pure untouched rose is to glimpse a little piece of Heaven.”
Barbara Cartland