The Project Gutenberg EBook of Flaming June, by Mrs. George de Horne Vaizey

This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or
re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org

Title: Flaming June

Author: Mrs. George de Horne Vaizey

Illustrator: A. Gilbert

Release Date: April 17, 2007 [EBook #21119]

Language: English

Character set encoding: ASCII

*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK FLAMING JUNE ***

Produced by Nick Hodson of London, England

Flaming June

By Mrs George de Horne Vaizey
________________________________________________________________________
This book is a little different from most of the others from this
author. The cast of the story are just a shade older than we are used
to in Vaizey books, and there is no one who is afflicted with a
disabling disease, such as the author herself suffered from. I suppose
you could describe the setting as the upper-class Mayfair set.

The scene opens in the house of a tidy old spinster, living in a tidy
little seaside town, in a row of large houses of similar people, sharing
private access to a well-kept garden. A rather stable existence.

There is also a nice young American girl, over in England as part of her
education, no doubt. Her father has become very rich in America, but he
is the brother of the tidy old spinster, on whom, and to whose dismay,
he has imposed Cornelia's visit. Cornelia is simply not used to the
standards of English behaviour, for instance chaperones, and not gadding
about with young men. Cornelia has quite enough pocket-money to do as
she pleases. But her aunt is proved right in the end, for among all
these nice well-brought-up people there is a baddy, which is revealed
only towards the end. NH
________________________________________________________________________

FLAMING JUNE

BY MRS. GEORGE DE HORNE VAIZEY

CHAPTER ONE.

Somewhere on the West coast of England, about a hundred miles from the
metropolis, there stands a sleepy little town, which possesses no
special activity nor beauty to justify its existence. People live in it
for reasons of their own. The people who do _not_ live in it wonder for
_what_ reasons, but attain no better solution of the mystery than the
statement that the air is very fine. "We have such bracing air!"