Enid Dinnis (1873-1942) was born in London, the daughter of an Anglican Vicar in Stepney. She was educated at a Belgian convent and converted to Catholicism, after which she joined a 'hidden' religious congregation, the Daughters of the Heart of Mary. Dinnis moved widely in the London literary world before and during the wars. She wrote copiously in prose and verse, finding a distinctive Catholic voice and devising a particular style that combined Catholic mysticism and miracle with fairy tales and ordinary contemporary life. She was for the last decades of her life Mother Superior of the DHM house in Wimbledon.
Enid Dinnis (1873-1942) was born in London, the daughter of an Anglican Vicar in Stepney. She was educated at a Belgian convent and converted to Catholicism, after which she joined a 'hidden' religious congregation, the Daughters of the Heart of Mary. Dinnis moved widely in the London literary world before and during the wars. She wrote copiously in prose and verse, finding a distinctive Catholic voice and devising a particular style that combined Catholic mysticism and miracle with fairy tales and ordinary contemporary life. She was for the last decades of her life Mother Superior of the DHM house in Wimbledon.
The church at Weepingwold has lain abandoned for years, but change is in the wind. The Luffkyns, former peasants who have made their fortune, have purchased the manor house from the noble but impoverished de Lessels. Humble Brother Kit from nearby Bycross Priory soon finds himself plucked from the cloister and made the parson of Weepingwold. Is he up to the task? And is there really a witch in the parish?
Meanwhile, young Petronilla, heiress to the de Lessels family, hopes to regain possession of the manor she considers rightfully hers. Her guardian, none other than Robert Luffkyn himself, has other ideas; he places her in the care of the Abbess of Gracerood, with the admonition that she is to become a nun. Will she?
Richard and Ann discover a real Tudor house in London being sold cheap, complete with leather latch-strings, a tale of hidden treasure, and a wonderful piper. But the treasure turns out to be an old altar-stone. Will it lose them the house and each other, or set them on the real road to Somewhere?