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AIMS bedroom to Peters. The fur
niture in her room was painted
cream and decorated in roses. Soft
silk shades covered the lights. There
we're gay pillows on the window seat,
a gay chintz-covered chair under
the reading lamp.
Peters room was furnished in
walnut and there was a practical,
green-shaded light near his bed for
reading.
Ann peeped in at the blue and
white tiled bath, A tub and shower.
Electric light. "Such luxury! 1
thought what you said we'd be
camping"
i've run down a few times, so
I furnished the place. But there
are defects, as you will find out.
Sometimes the water runs low. If
it does, We'll do lots of our bathing
in the lake"
"In january"
Lots of mild days. III walk over
and tell Sam and his wife we're
here.
I'm going with you," Ann said.
Not for worlds would she have been
left behind in this quaint little
house.
They started out through the
grove. The path was rough and the
grove was dark, with black shadows
along the path. Ann slipped her
arm through Peters and trudged
along by his side while he pushed
aside branches and guided her
through the trees.
A light streaming from the open
door of the frame cottage made
the path clear and she slipped her
arm from his.
Hello, SAM" Peter called.
The family trooped to the porch.
There were Sam and his wife,
younger woman and her husband,
a little girl about 8, and boy. Ann
judged that the boy, who had
bright dark eyes, was around 10.
"Howdy, Mr.. Kendall" Sam said.
I'VE tried" ito fix everything right,
sir"
"EveSything's fine" Peter said.
THE house looks nice. Mrs. Ken
dali likes the flowers"
I'VE have garden" Sans wife
told Ann. "a little patch at the
back. We're going to have lots of
vegetables.
While Ann was chatting with her
Peter was talking with Sam, man
fashion, about blights and sprays
and smudge pots.
+ Presently Ann and Peter were on
their way back to the bungalow, the
lighted windows of the house gleam-
ing cheerfully in the darkness.
Lena, Sans wife, had volunteered
to do the cooking for the young cou-
pie. Sum had stocked the pantry
with provisions and would go to
market every other day for vege-
tables.
and so, Mrs. Kendall" Peter said,
I'VE begin housekeeping"
After she had gone to her room
Ann heard Peter in his room, softly
whistling. Peter whistling The
whistling stopped abruptly, as
though he had realized how light
hearted he sounded.
Ann, lying in her small bed, called
to him. Peter, I feel much safer
with these burglar bars"
Peters deep laugh. ANN, you
idiot. Haven't you any imagination?
You're a pretty senorita looking
through grill"
II WING awake, Ann looked through
IL the grill. Watched silvery
moon moving across the sky, touch
ing the leaves with strange enchant-
ment. She thought of Tony.
She tried to think of Peter. Wis
ualizing his tanned face. his brown
hair, his gray eyes his strong, reso-
lutte chin. Peter had been wonder
full. She could never. never be
grateful enough. But she was lone
~, lonely! A sob was in her throat.
In his room. Peter was probably
thinking of Valeria Bennett, Just
as she was thinking of Tony. Ann
wondered. vaguely troubled by the
thought, if Valera and her aunt
had been guests here in Peters
Florida home.
Finally she dropped off to sleep,