Clementine Rose and the Movie Magic 9 Read Free

spoke to an older woman.’
    â€˜I didn’t mess up any bookings,’ Aunt Violet snapped.
    Clarissa sighed. ‘I just wanted to know if you recalled that name.’
    Aunt Violet thought for a moment. ‘Actually, it does ring a bell. I had assumed that Finley Spencer was a man.’
    Lady Clarissa flicked forward a week and ran her finger down the page. ‘Here it is. She’s booked in for next week, in the Blue Room.’
    â€˜If it helps, Will and I would be happy to move,’ Drew offered. ‘The Blue Room’s lovely but, honestly, we’re fine anywhere.’
    â€˜Are you sure?’ Clarissa asked.
    Drew smiled. ‘Just point us in the right direction. We’ll help you change the sheets and I’ll wheel Will’s foldaway bed into the new room.’
    â€˜Godfathers no!’ Aunt Violet protested. ‘Pertwhistle can change the bed.’
    Drew shook his head with a chuckle. He had no doubt the old woman would have enjoyed delivering that news.
    â€˜I would like to keep Ms Spencer happy, if you and Will don’t mind,’ Clarissa said apologetically. With the Health and Safety Inspector due the next day, the last thing she needed was another disgruntled lodger.
    â€˜We’ll go and get our things,’ Drew said, standing up.
    â€˜Thank you,’ Lady Clarissa replied. ‘I’ll take Ms Spencer through to the sitting room. Clemmie, please show Will and Drew to the Peony Suite. Aunt Violet, could you organise a fresh pot of tea for Ms Spencer?’
    â€˜Me?’ the old woman grumbled. ‘What do I look like – a waitress?’
    Clementine giggled behind her hand and Drew gave her a wink before the three of them disappeared up the back stairs.

‘All sorted,’ Drew said as he wheeled Will’s bed into the room. ‘Why don’t you two make a start on your movie while I give Mr Pertwhistle a hand straightening up the Blue Room?’
    Uncle Digby began to protest but Drew wouldn’t hear another word of it.
    â€˜Do you want to?’ Clementine asked Will.
    The boy looked uncertainly at his father.
    Drew nodded. ‘It’s all right. Clementine doesn’t bite.’
    â€˜Come on,’ Clementine said, reaching for the boy’s hand. ‘We can take Lavender and Pharaoh outside. They love to chase the butterflies in the garden,’ the child babbled as she led Will along the corridor and down to the kitchen. ‘Lavender is really good at soccer too. Pharaoh only chases the ball a bit because he’s too much of a scaredy-cat to touch it.’
    Will picked up the camera and pressed a couple of buttons.
    â€˜Is it okay?’ Clementine asked.
    â€˜I just had to check that it was charged properly,’ he said. ‘What kind of movie do you want to make?’
    Clementine shrugged.
    Will looked at Lavender and Pharaoh curled up in a basket by the cooker. ‘They must really like each other.’
    â€˜They love each other,’ Clementine said. ‘Aunt Violet thought it was disgusting at first, but now she doesn’t seem to mind.’
    â€˜We could make up a story about them,’ Will suggested.

    Clementine’s face lit up. ‘That’s a great idea!’
    Will grinned. ‘I’ve never really heard of a pig and a cat in love, but Dad says that the best movies are the ones that surprise you. We should get some shots outside before the light fades too much.’
    Clementine bent down to pick up Pharaoh and called to Lavender. ‘You know a lot about making movies,’ she said, leading the way to the garden.

    â€˜Where are you going to put Mr Doncaster tomorrow, Clarissa?’ Digby Pertwhistle asked as he stirred a pot of gravy on the stove.
    â€˜I think the Sage Room might be best,’ Lady Clarissa replied. ‘It’s quiet at the end of the hall and close to the newer bathroom.’ She opened the oven to check the progress of the