Fiona wasn't listening. "Tuesday, July the first, 1794," she read, in awe. "Katherine, 1794!"
"I know," said Katherine, apparently unmoved by the age of the little book; "I told you it seemed to be an old diary. I expect it's the diary of some Morton or other."
"But you don't want to give it to me," Fiona demurred; "it might be frightfully valuable."
"Well, I doubt that," said Katherine. "Besides, they're your ancestors as well as mine. Mummy said you were to have it, if you wanted it."
"Goodness, I'd love it - it's thrilling! I mean, I knew Mummy's and Uncle John's family have lived in this house since the eighteenth century, but I thought all the old family papers had been tracked down ---"
"Apparently no one thought this old thing had any value," said Katherine. "You can spend your convalescence deciphering it; and if there are any interesting bits, you can read them out to me. Oh, blow, there's Mummy calling! I must go."
As Fiona was already absorbed in the little book, she didn't even notice Katherine's departure.
From THE MOOCHERS, Chapter 2, The Journal.