Memories

I found this book tucked away - and remembered reading it as child. Now I can't fully remember the story so feel the need to read it again. I met Mary Schroeder a few times when I was very young anqd from a child's perspective I remember a lovely person who listened to and talked to me as an equal rather than an adult to a child. What I really remember is that she had 'smiley' eyes - they did twinkle - and she seemed interesting and interested and I remember listening to her talking with my father - at times intense - and also conversations that generated quiet laughter. From memory she had a gentle face with slightly unruly and wispy white hair cut in a sort of bob. For some reason I remember sensible brogue like shoes and a tweed skirt and very thick tights. I liked her and liked listening to her.