One question that has been asked of me many times was how I came into possession of the diary, and the answer is surprising to many of those who receive it. It happened when I was seven and visiting relatives in the country. I had left the house that they lived in to explore the expansive grounds, it didn't take me long to find a "secret passage" into the old castle, which had been abandoned many years before I was born. It was there, in kitchens, that I found it, tucked away behind a shelf full of pots and pans. I, being the bookworm I was, read it in less then two weeks, and would have finished sooner if I hadn't taken the time to copy every page in my note book, word for word, without correcting the mistakes. A hard task that I am always amazed I held myself to so rigidly.
Of course I was still only seven, and, though I knew the diary was important, much of what Caroline talked about, especially the things to do with her youngest sister, went right over my head. For that I am glad,