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Sisters by Kathleen Thompson Norris
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lamp for the sitting room.

But under it all Cherry knew that something young and
irresponsible and confident in her had been killed. She never
liked to think of the valley, of the fogs and the spokes of
sunlight under the redwood aisles, of Alix and the dogs and the
dreamy evenings by the fire. And especially she did not like to
think of that eighteenth birthday, and herself thrilling and
ecstatic because the strange young man from Mrs. North's had
stared at her, in her sticky apron, with so new and disturbing a
smile in his eyes.




CHAPTER V


So winter passed at the mine, and at the brown house under the
shoulder of Tamalpais. Alix still kept her bedroom windows open,
but the rain tore in, and Anne protested at the ensuing stains on
the pantry ceiling. Creeks rushed swollen and yellow; fog
smothered the mountain peak; the forest floor oozed moisture.
Spring came reluctantly; muddy boots cluttered the doctor's
hearth, for he and Alix and Peter tramped for miles through the
woods and over the hills, bringing home trillium and pungent wild
currant blossoms, and filling the house with blooms.

Cherry's wedding, once satisfactorily over, was a cause of great
satisfaction to her sister and cousin. They had stepped back duly,
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