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Updated: June 25, 2025
"I think," remarked Molly pertinently, "you might as well turn Greenacres into an annexe to the 'Convalescent, Audrey. You've got four cases already." The Lavender Lady glanced up smilingly from one of the khaki socks which, in these days, dangled perpetually from her shining needles, and into which she knitted all the love, and pity, and tender prayers of her simple old heart. "Mr.
Kit frowned heavily. "Stock," she repeated with scorn. "The very idea, anyway, of taking real money and giving it away for a lot of little certificates. If I had money I'd put it in a nice clean, dry, covered tin pail, and hang it down my well, just like Jerushy said she always did when she had a ten-dollar bill around that worried her. And there Dad's got all the expense of rebuilding Greenacres.
At two o'clock she and Molly were both due to lunch with Mrs. Maynard at Greenacres, and she was radiantly aware that Garth Trent would be included among the guests.
She had reached Greenacres in response to Sara's letter, posted on the eve of the raid late in the afternoon of the following day, and Audrey had at once taken her upstairs to see Tim and left them together. And now, as she closed the door of his room behind her, she leaned helplessly against the wall and her lips moved in a whispered cry of poignant misery.
Two young subalterns on leave and a couple of pretty American sisters, all of them staying at Greenacres, were making things hum, nobly seconded in their efforts by Miles Herrick, who had practically recovered from his sprained ankle and one of whose "good days" it chanced to be.
Probably not until that moment had he realized the gradual revolutionary process Kit had been putting him through ever since her arrival. She had trained him into having an interest in other people and things, until now it was impossible for him not to see the picture of Greenacres as she did. "How did you find out about this, my dear?" he asked.
Piney's eyes held a little wistful gleam, but she smiled with the old dauntless tilt to her head. "I guess I do around Greenacres," she said. "You see, Honey and I always thought it would be our home some day, and about the first thing that I can remember is mother telling us all the places around here that she loved best when she was a girl. I suppose that's why I remember them all."
"Well, that's almost selfish, mother, because Delphi is a hundred times more fun than Evanston," Anne declared, "and we're sure to see a lot of each other, anyway, when school opens. Kit's promised to tell me all about her sisters and Greenacres. It must be awfully queer to live up in the hills like that." "Queer?" repeated Kit, laughingly.
Kit wondered if he had any idea at all of how little cash had figured in the purchasing of home gifts at Greenacres the past two years. They arrived at Nantic a little past noon, after leaving Washington on the midnight express. There was no stop-over at New York in the morning, the train going straight through to New England, and here they found the first snowstorm.
Maynard back to Greenacres the beautiful house which the latter had had built to her own design, overlooking the bay in order to inspect the pretty widow's recent purchase of a new motor-car. Trent turned to Sara with a smile. "Then it devolves on me to see you safely home, Miss Tennant, may I?"
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