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Chapters (72)
  1. Front Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Contents
  5. THE FIRST YEAR
  6. CHAPTER 1
  7. CHAPTER 2
  8. CHAPTER 3
  9. CHAPTER 4
  10. CHAPTER 5
  11. CHAPTER 6
  12. CHAPTER 7
  13. CHAPTER 8
  14. CHAPTER 9
  15. CHAPTER 10
  16. CHAPTER 11
  17. CHAPTER 12
  18. THE SECOND YEAR
  19. CHAPTER 13
  20. CHAPTER 14
  21. CHAPTER 15
  22. CHAPTER 16
  23. CHAPTER 17
  24. CHAPTER 18
  25. CHAPTER 19
  26. CHAPTER 20
  27. CHAPTER 21
  28. CHAPTER 22
  29. THE THIRD YEAR
  30. CHAPTER 23
  31. CHAPTER 24
  32. CHAPTER 25
  33. CHAPTER 26
  34. THE FOURTH YEAR
  35. CHAPTER 27
  36. CHAPTER 28
  37. CHAPTER 29
  38. CHAPTER 30
  39. CHAPTER 31
  40. CHAPTER 32
  41. THE FIFTH YEAR
  42. CHAPTER 33
  43. CHAPTER 34
  44. THE SIXTH YEAR
  45. CHAPTER 35
  46. CHAPTER 36
  47. CHAPTER 37
  48. THE SEVENTH YEAR
  49. CHAPTER 38
  50. CHAPTER 39
  51. CHAPTER 40
  52. CHAPTER 41
  53. CHAPTER 42
  54. CHAPTER 43
  55. THE EIGHTH YEAR
  56. CHAPTER 44
  57. CHAPTER 45
  58. CHAPTER 46
  59. THE NINTH YEAR
  60. CHAPTER 47
  61. CHAPTER 48
  62. THE TENTH YEAR
  63. CHAPTER 49
  64. CHAPTER 50
  65. CHAPTER 51
  66. CHAPTER 52
  67. THE ELEVENTH YEAR
  68. CHAPTER 53
  69. CHAPTER 54
  70. CHAPTER 55
  71. About the Author
  72. Back Cover

For one awful moment Pat had felt as if Rae…this Rae…were a stranger to her. She had been away from Silver Bush for only three weeks and this had happened.

“I know.” Rae squeezed Pat’s hand. “And I know it must all seem like indecent haste to you. But if you count time by heart-throbs as somebody says you should, it’s been a century since I met him. He isn’t a stranger. He’s one of our kind…like Hilary…knows all our quacks, really he does. You’ll understand when you meet him, Pat.”

Pat did understand. She couldn’t find a single fault with Brook Hamilton. As a brother-in-law he was everything that could be desired. Tall, lean, with intensely blue eyes and straight black brows. Certainly he and Rae made a wonderful-looking young pair in spite of his “rather ugly” face. She couldn’t hate him as she had hated Frank, even if he were going to take her sister away. But, mercifully, not for a long time yet. And there was no doubt that Rae loved him.

“I wish I could love somebody like that,” said Pat, with a little pang of envy. She sat alone for a long time in her room that evening while the robins whistled outside and the purple night sky looked down on her. So, in the years to come, she would always have to sit alone. For the first time in her life Pat felt old…for the first time a little chill of fear for her own future touched her She almost hated Bold-and-Bad for purring so loudly on the bed. It was outrageous that a cat should be so blatantly happy. Really Bold-and-Bad had no tact.

“I suppose,” thought Pat dolefully, “the time will come when I’ll have nothing left but a cat.” Then she brightened up. “And Silver Bush. That will be enough,” she added softly.

At bedtime she knelt by Rae’s bed and put her arm across Rae’s shoulders.

“Cuddles dear,” she said, slipping back to the old nickname, “Brook is a dear…and I think you’re both lucky…and I love you…love you…love you.”

“Pat, you’re the dearest thing in the world. And why didn’t you cast the Reverend Wheeler of happy memory up to me and remind me of the time I thought I was in love with him? I really expected you to do it…I don’t know how any human being could have resisted doing it.”

Judy was only moderately pleased over the engagement because of the prospect of China.