Children of no Man's Land by G.B. Stern — Read

I

Antonia stood in the empty room in Bayswater, reading a scrawl of explanation which Gillian had left behind for her on the dusty mantelpiece. The floor was littered with bits of straw and string, a broken teacup, some torn-up MSS., an old stocking and a tin of Bluebell polish... her foot struck against the latter, and it rolled towards the tin fender and stopped with a forlorn clank....