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Part XXI
Abby and James stood on the platform at the train station. Jem, Jerry and Faith stood back a little, waiting for Abby. She would be going home with them for a week before returning to Halifax. “Have a good trip home, and don’t forget me,” she said, grinning. James laughed merrily.
“Abigail, you know very well that I won’t forget you. I’ll see you in a week. Have a good time in the Glen, and don’t let too many of those young men sweep you off your feet.” Abby grinned.
“I don’t think there’s much chance of that happening. Especially when I’ll be around those two bodyguards and Faith for the entire week,” she said softly, pointing to Jem and Jerry. He grinned and pulled her into a hug. “I’ve had the most wonderful term, James. Thank you.” He smiled and kissed her cheek.
“I’ll meet you at the station in Halifax. I promise,” he said, squeezing her hand. “Bye, Abigail.”
“Goodbye.” He turned and stepped onto the train. As it pulled out of the station, Abby turned back to her friends. “Well, shall we go?”
“Yes. We’re getting a nice dinner before we drop you girls home,” Jerry said, putting an arm around her. As they walked, Jerry looked at his companion. “Abby, are you alright?”
“Yes, of course. I just hate saying goodbye.” Jerry smiled.
“I know what you mean,” he said wistfully, thinking of a young brunette with hazel eyes. Abby smiled up at him. “I think you and James are much more like Nan and me than Jem and Faith,” he said thoughtfully. “You haven’t decided to ignore your feelings for each other. I don’t understand how those two do it.” Abby laughed.
“Don’t ask me. I’ve been a firm supporter of their relationship from the start. I couldn’t believe it when Faith told me they had decided to stay friends.” Jerry laughed. A few feet behind them, Jem bent his head to Faith’s level.
“I think they’re talking about us again,” he whispered. She laughed and drew herself closer to him. They would laugh now at the teasing, and sometimes would provoke Jerry and Abby by sitting that much closer, making their farewells that much longer, and hanging that much farther behind when they were walking.
The next morning, they all sat on the train, in their own section. Faith was exhausted. She had slept very little the night before, trying desperately to finish packing. Jerry and Abby, both very awake, decided to go to the food car and sit there for most of the journey, leaving Jem and Faith alone. Faith could feel the spell of that sunrise coming over her again and she moved to be close to her friend. Silently, he put his arms around her, and pulled her closer. She fell asleep like that, comfortable and happy.
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Part XXII
“Jerry, will you take me to Ingleside? I want to play with Little Dog Monday. Please? Jerry, please?” Faith laughed as Jerry sighed. She nudged Abby, grinning.
“Jerry, dear, I think your younger brother would like you to take him to Ingleside. Be a good big brother and humor him,” Abby said sweetly. Bruce was jumping up and down impatiently. Jerry stood up.
“Alright. Come along, Bruce.” He held the little boy’s hand and together they left. When they reached Ingleside, Jem was outside, throwing a stick to Monday, and Monday was running like a little puppy. “Jem!” Jerry called loudly. Jem turned and waved, smiling. Bruce let go of Jerry’s hand and hurled himself at Jem, hugging the tall man’s legs fiercely. Jem laughed and picked up the little boy.
“Hey there, kiddy. How are you doing?” Bruce threw his arms around Jem’s neck and buried his little head in his neck. Jem laughed again. “I missed you too, buddy.” Jerry smiled and walked up to them slowly. “How are you doing, Jerry? Enjoying the company of two lovely ladies?” Jerry laughed.
“One of those ladies is my sister, Jem, and the other is a friend who might as well be engaged. I much prefer the company of your sister.” Jem laughed, but Jerry could see the slightly uncomfortable look in his eyes. He sighed. Jem took the protective older brother position too far sometimes. “Jem, I’m not going to hurt Nan. I don’t have any wrong intentions toward her. I love her. I know she’s young, and I don’t intend to propose for a long time yet.”
“I know, Jerry. Believe me. Out of everyone, I’d rather you were the one that Nan was in love with. It’s just hard to get over the fact that she’s my little sister. You’re only one year older than Faith. Nan is a good three years younger than me.” Jerry smiled and clapped his friend on the back. “Bruce, do you want to play with Monday?” he asked gently. Bruce nodded, and Jem put the little boy on the ground with great care. The two young men hung back as the little boy ran around with the puppy. “I got a letter from Redmond today,” Jem said softly. Jerry’s eyes widened. He knew that Jem was waiting for his acceptance to medical schools. “Redmond accepted me.” Jerry’s face broke into a huge grin.
“Wonderful, Jem! That’s absolutely wonderful!” He caught the delighted expression in his friend’s eye. “I’m sure Faith will be thrilled to hear it,” he said slyly. Jem laughed and punched his friend in the arm.
“Don’t go teasing us now. I’m happy today. Stop trying to spoil it.” Jerry laughed. “So are the girls looking forward to dinner here tonight?”
“Oh yes. They’ve been stuck at home because of this dreadful cold weather, but they can’t wait to come tonight. I think Abby’s looking forward to seeing everyone.” Jem smiled.
“Is she ready to go back to Halifax tomorrow?” he asked, watching Bruce and Monday wrestle on the ground. Jerry grinned.
“Oh yes. She can’t wait to get back to dear James.” Jem smiled gently. “Think they’ll make it?”
“Of course. They love each other. Abby is just head over heels for him. I don’t think there’s any worry about them not making it.” He looked slightly concerned at Bruce and Monday. “Bruce! Bruce, come here!” The little boy ran to Jem, and the dog limped up very slowly behind him. His sweet little face hung with pain, and he whimpered as he came closer. Jem knelt down, and looked at Monday. “Sit, Monday,” he commanded gently. The little dog obeyed, whimpering. “Poor doggy, have you broken a leg?” Jerry watched in fascination as his friend lifted the dog’s leg and looked at it, worry etched on his face. He gathered Monday into his arms and started walking toward the house, indicating that Jerry and Bruce should follow. Bruce’s face fell.
“Did I hurt him?” he asked, looking like he’d lost his best friend. He didn’t want Monday to be hurt. He was Jem’s dog, and Jem would be upset with him if he hurt the little puppy. Jem smiled down at the kid.
“No, Bruce. You didn’t hurt him. Monday is getting old, and still thinks he’s a pup. He’ll be all right. I’ll just show him to Father.” Bruce looked relieved, and Jerry patted his head gently. “Jerry, could you open the door for me?”
“Of course.” He opened the door quickly, and the three boys walked in with the injured dog. Monday was whining loudly now. Jem kissed his head, knowing that the poor thing was not a happy dog. Anne came into the entrance, and frowned at the sight.
“Is Monday all right, Jem?” she asked. Jem shook his head. “Oh dear. Well, take him into your father’s office. Jerry, Bruce, would you like something to drink?” The brothers nodded as Jem disappeared.
“Father?” he said, appearing in the doorway. Gilbert looked up. “I think Monday broke a leg. His front right leg, to be specific.”
“Let’s see here,” Dr. Blythe said, coming around to his son. He checked the leg and heard the loud whines when he would bend it. “Sorry, Monday. Well, Jem, it seems you’re right. Not much we can do except make sure that he stays off of it.” He patted the dog’s head gently. “Poor little doggy. You’ll be fine soon, I’m sure. Jem, I saw there was a letter from Redmond today,” the doctor ventured. Jem smiled.
“Yes, there was, Dad.” He put the whimpering bundle in his arms down on the couch. “They accepted me.” Gilbert’s face broke into a broad smile, and he hugged his son fiercely. It was one of the moments he’d always remember.
“I’m proud of you, Jem,” he said simply. Jem smiled and hugged his father tightly. He’d always looked up to the man with the same adoration that Bruce showed to him. Since he could understand what Gilbert did, he wanted to be exactly like his Daddy, and now this was a possibility. He would be a wonderful doctor, just like his father. He would give all his patients a sense of security, just by being there. Gilbert smiled. He and Anne had always looked at Jem differently. He was their firstborn, their baby. Though they loved all their children, the sight of this tall young man with his father’s eyes and his mother’s hair reminded them both of the miraculous day he was born. The night in the House of Dreams, when both had worried they would lose him as they had Joyce. Jem provided a break from thoughts of Joyce. Until his birth, they had been silently concerned that they would place another tiny body next to baby Joy’s and that they would mourn another loss. When Jem pulled away from his father, he saw tears glistening in Gilbert’s eyes.
“Father?”
“I was thinking of the day you were born, Jem. Do you know how happy you have made your mother and me?” he asked. Jem knew what he referred to. He’d heard the story of little Joyce many times, and had always wished that his older sister had lived. For years he’d heard his siblings ragging him about being born away from Ingleside. He’d wished he had Joyce with him, so he wasn’t the odd one out and so that the sad look that would come over his mother’s face one day of every year would disappear.
“I love you, Dad,” he said quietly. These moments were rare between the two men. Gilbert smiled and patted his son’s back.
“Come, Jem. Pick up your dog, and let’s go outside.” Jem gathered Monday in his arms. The dog had fallen asleep, and Jem took him immediately to a corner of the house to sleep in peace. When he emerged into the parlor, Rilla was sitting on the floor, playing with little Bruce. He was the only kid that she liked, and Jem always smiled to see them playing. Anne and Gilbert were lost in conversation, and Jerry looked bored. Jem grinned and gestured towards the door. The two young men escaped from Ingleside quietly, and made their way to Rainbow Valley.
“So are you excited?” Jerry asked calmly. Jem’s hazel eyes were dancing eagerly.
“About Redmond? Of course! I wanted more than anything to stay there with you all. Like I told Faith, school just wouldn’t be the same without you.” Jerry grinned.
“We’d miss you too, Jem.” Suddenly something occurred to him. “Oh, wonderful. Now you and my sister have an extra three years to pretend you really don’t care for each other, and that you’re just friends. I don’t know how much longer I can take this.” Jem laughed and reconciled himself to the fact that he wouldn’t get a break from the teasing.
“My friend, I can tell you right now that it’s easier for you to take than it is for me,” he said thoughtfully. He had no doubts that their decision had been the right one, but it never made it easier, and he could tell that Faith felt the same. Jerry looked over at his friend in shock. They had never let on that they weren’t entirely satisfied with the decision to remain friends. “Come on inside. The rest of the Manse should be here soon,” Jem said quietly. Jerry followed him in, deciding to talk to Faith later.
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Part XXIII
“Jem! Are you taking me to the station tomorrow with these two? Please say you are,” Abby said, bouncing into the house. Jem laughed and kissed her cheek.
“Of course I am, Abby. I’m not sure I can trust those two out of my sight.” Faith gave him a playfully stern look over Walter’s shoulder. “Ready to go home?” Jem asked, leading her to a chair.
“Oh yes. James is going to meet me at the station and then come home with us for dinner. Mother is just dying to meet him, and I’ll be going to his house for dinner the next night. Jem, I’m so excited.” Jem laughed at the eager girl in front of him.
“I’m happy for you, Abby.” He leaned back, wondering if he should tell her about his acceptance. He decided he’d tell Faith first. “What time does your train leave tomorrow?”
“Ten in the morning.” Jem nodded. He’d be up to watch the sunrise, as usual. He wondered if Faith would ever join him again for that. He doubted she would during the Christmas holidays. It was unbearably cold outside sometimes. “So are you ready for your last term at Redmond?”
“Yes, I am. It’s been a good four years, but I can’t wait to jump into medicine.” Abby smiled. She knew he’d make a good doctor some day. Jem felt a hand resting lightly on his shoulder. He took it and squeezed it. “Hello, Faith.” She smiled.
“How did you know?” He shrugged, and looked up at her. “Was Abby complaining about me again? Poor thing has been stuck with me for six days without a break.” Jem laughed.
“Doesn’t sound too bad,” he said winking. She blushed furiously, and Abby giggled. “She wasn’t complaining. Just saying she’s looking forward to going home to James. It seems our little Abby has grown up.” Abby rolled her eyes as Walter came to sit down with them. She turned to him and started chatting with him, wanting to catch up on the past few months. Seeing that they were busy with each other, Jem turned around and looked at Faith. “Come outside. I have something to tell you.” She nodded, and he led her out to the back of the house. “I got a letter today from Redmond,” he began. Faith held her breath. She couldn’t read his expression at all, so she just hoped.
“And…?” He could see that she was worried.
“They’ve accepted me. I’m going there in the fall.” He grinned as her hands flew to her mouth.
“Oh!” she cried, a smile breaking on her face. “Jem, I’m so happy. Congratulations.” She pulled him into a hug, happiness engulfing her. His arms tightened around her. “We’ll have two more years together,” she whispered. He grinned. “I’m glad you told me.”
“So am I. Come on. Let’s go back. Everyone will be wondering where we are.” She smiled, and they walked in together, easing their way into the crowd of families. They found Abby where they had left her, and Jem told her his news, almost bursting with excitement. Faith almost laughed as her friend’s jaw dropped in shock and pleasure. “I take it you’re pleased by this,” Jem said, his eyes twinkling.
“Pleased? Jem, this is wonderful news! I love having you there. You have no idea what a wonderful friend you are.” Jem grinned.
“You are as well, Abby. Don’t forget that.” She smiled softly at that. Out of the corner of his eye, Jem saw Rilla sitting alone in a corner. “Rilla, come over here and talk to us!” he said, feeling for his youngest sister. Rilla shook her head. She didn’t like Abby. The girl was beautiful, and was very easily the center of attention because of her beauty and humor. Rilla didn’t like feeling left out. She sought out Carl and sat down with him. She liked him. He didn’t look at her like a little kid. Jem shrugged. “Well, only three weeks, and we’re back,” Jem said, smiling.
“You make it sound like we’ve been away so long. We left only a week ago,” Abby teased, rolling her eyes, but smiling. She knew that he would want this term to last forever. Walter laughed.
“Well, at least you three get to go back there. I loved teaching in the Glen last year, but this new posting at Lowbridge is different. The children are difficult.” Faith looked at her friend sympathetically. She hadn’t had to teach, but she supposed she would after college. An unmarried woman had few other options, and even if she and Jem were to decide to marry, he would be in school for a year after her. “I’ll be at Redmond in two years’ time. You’ll see.”
“We’ll be more than happy to have you there, Walter,” Faith said softly. She leaned forward in her chair and looked at him mischievously. “I’m sure the ladies will be quite thrilled as well.” Jem laughed. He knew as well as anyone that of all the Ingleside boys, Walter had been blessed with startling good looks.
“Yes, Walter. You’d better watch out for those. Some of those girls go to college just to find a husband.” He winked at Faith, and she blushed, remembering the dance at which Bertie had suggested she was one of those girls. “Don’t worry about it, though. If you have Faith and Abby around, no one will bother you. Jerry and I have found it quite nice.” Abby laughed.
“Yes, I seem to remember several coeds scrambling when Faith showed up on the first day of classes. You should have seen the swarm around Jem and Jerry.” Just at that moment, Nan and Jerry appeared.
“What swarm around Jerry?” Nan asked innocently. Faith hid a smile, and Jem chuckled. Jerry looked mortified, and he glared at Abby. “Faith? What is she talking about? I seem to be missing something.” Abby burst out laughing.
“Oh, Nan, don’t you worry. As you well know, our two dear brothers are attractive men, and some of the less dignified coeds were surrounding them a year ago. They were trapped, and I scattered the crowd quite effectively.” Faith smiled at Jerry as she spoke, and his eyes were full of gratitude. Nan smiled and looked at Jerry, thankful that he hadn’t been trying to surround himself with girls.
The next morning, Abby stood on the platform with her three friends, and said goodbye to each one, promising letters. She stepped onto the train and waved out happily at them.
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Part XXIV
Abby peered out of the train window eagerly. She couldn’t wait to see her mother and James. Yes, there he was, but where was Mother? She supposed that she would come rushing in late. As soon as she had found her bag, she ran towards James. “James! There you are. Oh, I’m so happy to see you! Have you seen Mother anywhere? She was supposed to come as well.” James turned, and Abby was immediately struck by the solemn expression in his eyes. “James, what’s wrong?” she asked, her heart clamping with fear.
“Abigail, it’s your mother. She’s very sick. Your father sent me to bring you home to her.” The light in her eyes vanished, and she dropped the bag she was carrying.
“How… how serious is it?” she asked quietly, forcing down the sense of panic that rose inside her. He took her hands and looked into her eyes.
“The doctor said that there isn’t anything he can do at this point. We can only wait and see if she manages to fight her way through it.” Abby was looking at the ground and shaking her head. “Abigail, I’m so sorry,” he said, drawing her close. “Come on, let’s get you home.” She nodded silently as James picked up her bag and led her to the buggy, his arm staying around her for support.
James opened the large door and helped her in quietly. They had driven home in silence. As soon as they were in the house, her father came up to her quietly. James hung back as the two embraced. “How is she?” Abby managed to choke out.
“A little better. They say her chances of pulling through are a little better than of her….” Jonas’ voice trailed off. He couldn’t say it or admit to himself that his beloved wife could die. “You can see her,” he said quietly. Abby nodded and rushed up to her mother’s room.
“Mother?” she whispered, opening the door. Phil looked at her daughter and smiled weakly. “Mother,” she cried, rushing to the older woman’s side. “Mother, you listen to me. You have to get well. You can’t leave us like this. Not when we all love you so much.” She took her mother’s hand and held it to her own cheek, kissing it.
“Hush, darling. Don’t you worry. If God wills my life to continue, it will. It is out of our hands.” A tear fell from Abby’s eyes. “Dearest girl, don’t trouble yourself so. I’m still a strong old girl, and I’ll fight this as long as I can. I’m getting tired speaking. Tell me about this beau of yours. I’ve seen him and he’s a handsome fellow,” Phil said quietly, her eyes twinkling. Abby laughed through her tears and sat by her mother’s bedside, telling her of all that had happened since she had left home a year earlier.
Over the following week, Abby grew in ways that her father never thought possible. She took on her mother’s role, cooking for the family, cleaning the house, sitting with Phil for hours and keeping her company, helping her younger brothers with their homework. James would stop by occasionally, and would help out as much as he could, and could often be found sitting at Phil’s bedside, talking with her and getting to know her. At the end of the week, Abby was in the kitchen, preparing dinner. She was interrupted by a small voice. She turned to find her youngest brother standing there. “Alex, what’s wrong?” she asked, worried about the look of unhappiness on his face. He was still young, and the gravity of his mother’s situation hadn’t sunk in with him yet.
“I heard Dr. Grant talking to Daddy. He said that tonight would be the night. He said it was critical, and that if Mummy didn’t come around, then it would be too late.” Abby felt like she had been hit in the stomach, but she had to stay strong as long as the little boy was with her. She dropped to her knees and held her brother. “Abby, is Mummy going to die?”
“Oh, Alex, I don’t know. I really don’t know.” She kissed his dark hair gently, and felt him shaking in her arms.
“I don’t want Mummy to die, Abby.”
“I know, dearest, I know. None of us do. But Alex, if she does, she’ll be in a better place, and she’ll be happy. And you know what? No matter what, Mommy will always be watching over you. She’ll always love you, and you’ll always remember her. She’ll always be there in your heart.” She tried to believe what she was telling him. It was so easy to say, yet so hard to believe. “Do you want to help me with dinner?” He nodded quietly. “Alright. I’ll tell you what to do, and you can do it.” He nodded again.
The next morning, Abby woke up early with a sense of dread. She remembered what Alex had said the evening before. She dressed quickly and crept downstairs. The house was quiet and still. She didn’t want to think of why that might be. After starting some water boiling for the morning tea, she crept upstairs to check on her brothers. They slept soundly, their angelic little faces turned to either side. Samuel, the twelve-year-old, had kicked the covers off, and was shivering a little. She slipped into the room quietly and pulled the covers over him tenderly, patting them down around him. Then she left the room, closing the door softly behind her. When she turned to go back downstairs, her father stood there. His eyes shone with tears, and Abby’s heart sunk. “Abby, dear,” he said quietly.
“Father, what’s happened? Is Mother….” Jonas smiled weakly, and her heart lifted a little. If he were smiling, maybe she would get better? She went to her father and he put his arms around her gently.
“Your Mother will be fine, Abby. The doctor left two hours ago. Her fever broke last night, and she’s recovering. She’ll be weak for a while yet, but she will recover.” He kissed his only daughter’s head and held her as she started sobbing, finally letting the pain, stress and exhaustion of the past week hit her. “Come downstairs, Abby, and we’ll talk.” She nodded, and the two crept down the old staircase together. Abby went straight for the kitchen, and Jonas smiled. She checked the water, and made two cups of tea before settling in the parlor.
“She’ll be alright? You’re sure?” she asked weakly. The reverend nodded, smiling. He was proud of his daughter. She had displayed maturity over the week, stepping in for her mother with remarkable patience.
“Yes, Abby. We’re sure.” He looked at her fondly. “You know, you’ve been a rock for this family over the past week. I don’t know if she would have made it through without you here.” Abby looked at her hands uncomfortably. “Abby, look at me. I’m completely serious. If you hadn’t stepped in and taken charge like you did, your mother would have been worrying about us all the time, and she would have just made herself sicker. You’ve been a remarkable woman, and I’m proud of you.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” she said quietly, sipping her tea. She felt different. She could feel the change that had occurred in her. No longer could she be so carefree or giddy. She would still have fun, but she had gained a sense of responsibility and duty that would never leave her. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Alex standing at the bottom of the stairs in his pajamas, rubbing his eyes. “Alex? Come here, dearest. What’s the matter?” The boy ran to his sister’s arms.
“I had a dream that Mummy died,” he said quietly. Abby smiled serenely and hugged him, kissing away the tears that he tried to hold back.
“Alex, Mother will be fine. Her fever broke last night, and she’ll recover.” He looked at his sister, almost hesitant to believe her. She smiled and nodded at him. Grinning, he threw his arms around her neck. She laughed happily. Finally she knew what it was like to be close to a brother or sister. She didn’t mind that she was the tender and supportive one. She loved the feeling of her brother coming to her for support, and the feeling of helping him. Jonas sat back and smiled. “Father, can we see her?”
“She’s resting right now, but in a few hours, you may.” Abby nodded. She could hear Samuel and Christopher waking up and moving about upstairs.
“I’m going to start breakfast. Father, would you like more tea?” He shook his head. “Alright. Why don’t you two run upstairs and get dressed, and when you’re down, I’ll have a proper breakfast waiting for you.” She knew that James would be there soon. He had been coming around early lately, and staying through dinner, and Father had become quite fond of him. When he arrived, the couple worked tirelessly in the kitchen, and by the time everyone was at the table, there was a feast of eggs, bacon, sausages, toast, and even muffins to greet them.
Abby stayed home a week after school began. She wanted to make sure Phil was ready to take over again before leaving, and when she stepped off the train in Kingsport, the four friends that greeted her could see the changes in her, and were secretly pleased. The smile she gave them when she greeted them was tired and weak, but it was full of love, and it was more real than any of her previous smiles.
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Part XXV
Abby sighed for what seemed the fifth time in ten minutes. Faith looked across the table worriedly. She had never seen her friend so intent on her work. Abby had come back from Halifax a changed woman, and Faith had to search for the old cheery girl she had befriended. She studied her friend seriously, and noticed her brow furrowing. Faith shut her book firmly. “That’s it. We’ve been studying for hours now, and it’s time for a break. Come along. We’re going for a walk.” Abby opened her mouth in protest. “Abby, get your coat. You need a break from all this,” she said gesturing to the piles of books. Abby acquiesced quietly. As soon as they were ready, Faith led her friend to their favorite little bakery and ordered some pastries for the two of them. When Abby looked at the food reluctantly, Faith sighed. “Abby, what is it? You don’t seem yourself anymore.”
“Faith, I don’t know what it is. Ever since Mother fell ill, I haven’t felt like going out and having fun all the time. I spent seventeen years of my life relaxing and letting things go by, and I realized over the holidays that I took a lot for granted. I never fully appreciated Mother until I nearly lost her.” Faith reached across the table and took her friend’s hand.
“Abby, I know what you went through and you have changed. You’ve got responsibility and duty mixed into that personality of yours now. But that doesn’t mean you have to work yourself to the bone. You have to work, of course, to succeed here, but you need to take time off and have fun as well.” She looked around herself at the falling snow. Abby had finished the pastry in front of her, partly from hunger, and partly from fear of Faith ragging her about it. “Come on. We’re going to the park and we’re going to just enjoy its beauty.” Abby smiled and followed her friend out. Once they had reached the park, Faith bent over and scooped some of the snow into her hands. “Abby, I’d arm myself if I were you,” she said quietly, packing the snow into a small ball. Abby looked confused. With a grin, Faith slung the snowball at her friend. It hit right in the shoulder. For a moment, Abby stood there, unsure of what to do. A slow smile spread across her face.
“Faith Meredith, this is war,” she muttered. Faith grinned, happy to see Abby finally enjoying herself. For almost an hour, they took turns throwing snowballs at each other, and when they staggered back into the boarding house, Mrs. Andrews was shocked to seethe two wet, exhausted girls. She smiled inwardly at the happy smiles on the two faces, glad to see Abigail Blake smiling again. The good lady laughed as she went along with her chores. Those two girls would go far in life if they had each other for support and friendship.
“Oh, I’m exhausted!” Abby yawned as they climbed the stairs. She linked her arm through Faith’s happily. “Thank you, dearest. That was exactly what I needed.” Faith just smiled. “I think I’ll go take a nap now,” she yawned again.
“First change out of those wet clothes. Then sleep as long as you like. I’ll bring your books over when you wake up.” Abby nodded sleepily. “Sweet dreams, Abby.” She smiled as the girl disappeared into her own room. Faith had done well. She had managed to break through the shell that Abby had built around herself. Exhausted after a long day, she changed into her nightgown and dropped onto the bed, falling asleep instantly.
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Part XXVI
Spring term passed quickly for the small group, and before they knew it, final exams were upon them. Faith and Abby struggled through the exams, each one doing far better than they had thought. Jem sailed through the week without any difficulty, and Jerry pulled through quite well. By the end of the week, the little group had something to celebrate, and they gathered in the boys’ apartment for dinner. James was invited along, as he had become a part of their group. “Abby, have you heard from your mother? How is she doing now?” Jerry asked quietly. They all knew that Phil had had a rough recovery. She was able to do housework after three weeks, but she was still weak all the time.
“She’s much better. I’ll be able to help around the house as soon as I get back, so that should speed along her recovery. She was upset that she didn’t get to welcome me home like she had planned, but this time it will be different.” James smiled and came up behind her.
“Yes, it will be different. Maybe you’ll be able to have dinner with us this time,” he said quietly. Abby smiled up at him. She wanted so badly to meet his parents, but circumstances had prevented it the last time she had gone home. “Jem, are you ready for Convocation tomorrow?” he asked simply.
“Never felt more ready in my life,” the young man responded eagerly. Abby laughed.
“Well, hopefully you’ll say the same thing when you’re about to marry Faith.” Jerry and James chuckled merrily, as Faith’s cheeks reddened. “Oh stop blushing, Faith! You know as well as I do that it’s only a matter of time,” Abby said, her eyes dancing. Jem laughed.
“Yes, I suppose you’re right, Abby. Faith and I can’t hide it any longer. We must tell you now, I suppose. We were married last week. Weren’t we, Faith?” Faith held back laughter as she stepped into Jem’s arms.
“Yes, we were, darling. And it was the happiest day of my life.” She smiled up at him as the others all fell to the floor, trying to hold back spasms of laughter. She looked at them all triumphantly. “That will teach you not to tease us anymore.” They all nodded, and Faith knew that the teasing would continue. She didn’t mind so much, though. She and Jem had learned to let it roll off their backs.
“Jem Blythe, what am I going to do now? You’re forcing me to walk to class every day next year with these kids? You’ll be going off to the medical campus all the time now.” Jem laughed at Jerry’s pleading tone.
“I wouldn’t say that it’s unpleasant walking with them, but you could always walk alone if you want.” He winked at Faith, and she grinned. “Come on. I’m starved. Let’s eat!” They all laughed, and Jerry looked at his sister pointedly.
“So when Jem is hungry, we should all eat, but when I’m starved, I get a lecture,” he teased. “Very interesting.” Faith rolled her eyes.
“Jem doesn’t get famished every two seconds, Jerry,” she said lightly, kissing her brother on the cheek. The older boy grabbed his sister around the waist and hugged her tightly. She laughed happily. She’d be dancing with Jem at the Convocation Ball the next night and then the three would head home the morning after. As far as Faith was concerned, life was perfect at that moment.
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Part XXVII
Phil Blake grinned at the sight of her daughter. Abby was running around the house frantically, trying to cook and clean for Faith’s arrival. “Abby, dear, let James and me help you.”
“Mother, it really isn’t a problem. I can handle it.” She wanted desperately to prove to her mother that she was capable. James burst out laughing. “And what is so blessed funny?” Abby asked indignantly.
“Abby, let me help you. Faith’s train will be here in two hours. We’ll finish up together, and then go to meet her from the station. I’m not taking no for an answer.” Abby almost glared at him, but felt grateful at his intervention.
Two hours later, a tall young woman with golden-brown hair stepped off the train. James saw her first, and waved out. “Faith!” he called loudly. Faith smiled and made her way over, much more composed than the excited young woman at James’ side.
“Faith! Oh, dearest, you’re finally here!” Abby threw her arms around Faith happily. Faith returned the hug. “You are going to have a splendid month here.”
“It’s wonderful to see you, dear,” Faith said happily. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw James standing behind Abby. “James, how good to see you again. I hope you’ve been taking good care of Abby?” James grinned as he hugged her.
“Of course. And you? Have you been taking good care of my good friends Jem and Jerry?” Faith’s face paled slightly. “Faith? What is it?”
“It’s nothing. I’ve taken wonderful care of them, James. Come, shall we head home?” Abby nodded, linking her arm through her friend’s. Faith was uncharacteristically quiet on the ride home. She had had a rough month at home. Towards the end, she and Jem had fought, and hadn’t talked for over a week. Even when saying goodbye, he shook her hand and said goodbye stiffly. Abby noticed the faraway look in her friend’s eyes, and squeezed her hand amiably. Faith turned her head and smiled at her friend. “Oh, Abby. What would I do without you?” she asked softly.
“You’d live. You probably wouldn’t be as happy, of course,” she said with false arrogance. She patted the girl’s hand comfortingly. “Don’t worry, dear. We’ll talk about whatever it is that’s bothering you tonight. I’ve missed you.” Faith smiled and let her friend hug her once more.
That night, they lay in bed, loving the chance to talk like they did at school. Abby turned to look at her friend seriously. “Faith, what happened while you were home? Tell me, dearest. I hate to see you so sad.” A tear rolled down Faith’s face.
“Jem and I fought a week ago, and we haven’t spoken since. He and Jerry dropped me to the station, and all he did was shake my hand and say goodbye. Just like I was Bertie Shakespeare or Irene Howard.” Abby looked at her in shock. In the two years she had known them, Jem and Faith had never fought. The only silence that had existed between them followed his discovery of her feelings.
“What did you fight about?” she asked quietly.
“It was the silliest thing. Carl and I had had an argument that morning, and I wasn’t too happy. Then Jem sent Walter to tell me that he couldn’t meet me for lunch because he had to help Rilla with some summer schoolwork. I was upset, because I had been looking forward to the lunch. When he came over later, I was rude and horrible, and we fought over the silliest things.” Abby put her arms around the girl. “Abby, do you think he’ll forgive me?”
“Of course he will, dear. Of course he will. Faith, it was just a silly quarrel. People have them all the time.” Faith looked at her.
“Jem and I don’t,” she said softly. She wished she could write him and apologize, but her pride stood in the way, and she knew he wouldn’t write. He had his mother’s pride and his father’s stubbornness. “Don’t worry, dearest. I’ll be fine tomorrow. I refuse to let Jem Blythe ruin my month here.” Abby smiled gently.
“Good. I want you to have a lovely time here. Now let’s sleep a little. Good night, Faith.” She kissed Faith’s forehead, and the girls drifted off to sleep quickly.
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Part XXVIII
Faith sat on the lawn, waiting for Abby to come out. She felt someone tapping on her shoulder, and she looked up to see Christopher, Abby’s fifteen-year-old brother, standing above her. She smiled up at him. “Well, hello there, Chris. Would you like to sit down? I was just waiting for Abby to come out with lunch.” Chris sat down nervously.
“Can… Can I get you anything to drink, Faith?” His voice trembled, and Faith smiled. She had a sneaking suspicion as to why the boy gave her so much attention, but she wouldn’t embarrass him by mentioning it. After all, she was probably the same way with Jem a short while ago.
“Well, I’d love a lemonade, but I don’t want to trouble you,” she said softly. The boy jumped up and nodded eagerly. As he left, Faith heard the low voice of a young man behind her. She turned around and beamed. “James! It’s lovely to see you. You’ve disappeared these last few days. I was beginning to wonder if you were deliberately avoiding me!” James laughed as he sat down opposite her.
“No, I wasn’t avoiding you. I’ve actually been stuck at home reading quite a bit.” Faith looked at him quizzically. “Abby lent me her books from this past year, so I’ve been trying to get a head start on them.” The young woman raised her eyebrows.
“Abby? I thought you call her Abigail? And why are you studying so early? It’s the summer James. Relax and have fun.” James laughed, and Faith noticed a slightly sad look in his eyes. However, she decided not to ask about it. He’d tell her if he wanted to.
“Well, after being around all of you and her family so much, I’ve just started calling her Abby. I still call her Abigail when we’re alone.” Faith smiled. She knew that he made her friend happy and that was all that mattered to her. “As for the studying, well, how do you think I do so well?” Faith laughed. He was first in his class in everything. She supposed it made sense, but what a sad life. She couldn’t imagine spending her holidays studying for exams that were a year away. James breathed a sigh of relief. He was worried that she would dig deeper, and he didn’t want to answer questions. “I heard you and Jem weren’t speaking too much,” he said softly. Faith looked surprised. “It wasn’t Abby. Jem wrote me the other day and mentioned it.”
“Yes, I was being silly and rude just because I wasn’t in a good mood. I’ll make a wonderful wife.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm. James studied her face. “Was he very upset?”
“Yes, but not at you. He seems upset that you two aren’t speaking.” Faith looked at the ground shamefacedly. “Faith, he cares for you. Quite a lot, I would say. And I know you feel the same about him. Why don’t you write him?” She shook her head. “Why?” he asked softly.
“I wouldn’t know what to say. We’re both so strong-willed. Maybe it’s just better that we don’t speak.” James looked up in surprise.
“Faith Meredith, I don’t want to hear you say that again. You two may be strong-willed and as stubborn as a pack of mules, but you are also two of the best people around. You are both good, decent people, and I know that you care for each other. Whatever silly squabbles and fights you have, it doesn’t matter. You reconcile and go on facing them together. And Faith, you’ll make a wonderful wife someday. You’re sweet and loving, and one of the smartest women I’ve met. Jem will be a lucky man.” Faith sighed, the exasperation clear on her face. James laughed.
“Why does everyone insist upon saying that we will get married? Do you have the second sight? How do you know we’ll be married?” James made no reply, but just chuckled.
“Faith, I know you two. Even Jerry can see that you love each other. Tell me, have you fancied any of the many other men you’ve met at Redmond?” She shook her head. “And he hasn’t fancied any other girls. You belong to each other. Don’t you see it?” His eyes twinkled merrily. “Besides, I thought you two had eloped. Wouldn’t that mean that you’re already married?” The comment had the desired effect. Faith laughed brightly. Suddenly Chris came running out with the lemonade. “Chris! How are you? You’re planning on Queen’s this year, aren’t you?” Chris nodded nervously.
“Faith, here’s your lemonade.” Faith smiled up at the nervous young man.
“Thank you, Christopher. Would you like to sit down with us?” James looked highly amused at the scene before him. He knew that Faith was an attractive girl, and he should have expected Chris to react like this. Chris shook his head at Faith.
“I should finish up my chores. Enjoy your lemonade.” Faith nodded sweetly, and the boy ran towards the house. Once he was out of earshot, James burst out laughing.
“James, don’t be cruel. The poor boy. James! Stop laughing right now,” she scolded. James finally gained control over himself, and Faith allowed herself a small smile. “Are you finished?” she asked quietly.
“Yes, Miss Meredith, I’m finished. It was just quite amusing. Poor kid. He doesn’t realize that he has some fierce competition for the lovely Faith.” Faith blushed. “Don’t you blush like that. You know as well as I do that you’re beautiful. Are you enjoying your stay here, Faith?”
“Yes, I am. I can hardly believe that two weeks have passed so quickly. Soon enough I’ll be back in the Glen. I’m going home just in time for the Summer Dance. The Blythes and Fords and our family go together every year.” James smiled.
“I assume Jem will escort you,” he said quietly. Faith looked down.
“I… I don’t know. He hasn’t asked me, and I don’t think he will after this fight of ours. I’d love to go with him. I suppose we’ll see.” James smiled and took her hand, squeezing it lightly.
“Everything will work itself out, Faith.” She smiled at him. “Did Abby tell you that she finally met my family?” he asked, trying to change the subject.
“Yes! She said they were lovely people, James.” He smiled gently. “I understand you have a younger sister about Christopher’s age.” James grinned.
“Yes, Elaine is a darling. She’s clever as well. She’ll be attending Queen’s in the fall, doing First Class.” He beamed with pride. “There’s Abby with our lunch.” Abby came up with a large picnic basket. “This looks wonderful, Abby,” he said quietly.
“Thank you. I have a little more in the kitchen. Will you excuse me while I bring it out?” The two on the lawn nodded. As she disappeared, James turned to Faith seriously.
“Faith, can you keep a secret?” he asked, his voice low and urgent.
“Of course, James. Is something wrong?” She searched his face for hints, but found none.
“No, nothing is wrong. I’m going to ask Abby to marry me tonight. Do you…. Do you think she’ll accept?” Faith clapped her hands together in happiness.
“Of course she will! James, this is wonderful. Oh, she’ll be ecstatic.” James grinned. Then he put a finger on his lips as he saw his sweetheart approaching. Faith nodded silently. “Dear, this really is quite a feast. How lovely of you.” Abby smiled happily and settled on the ground next to James.
That night, Faith sat in the parlor, writing a letter to Jerry, when she heard a delighted shriek. She smiled to herself. Phil, Jo and the boys looked up in surprise. Very soon, James and Abby came into the room, beaming with happiness. Everyone looked up expectantly, and James cleared his throat. “Reverend and Mrs. Blake, I would like to ask you for your daughter’s hand in marriage,” he said quietly. A slow smile spread over both parents’ faces.
“Of course, you may marry her,” Jo said softly. “Congratulations to both of you.” Faith smiled up at her friends, the congratulations clear in her eyes. As the couple talked about their plans, she turned back to her letter.
“Jerry, it should be known that just five minutes ago James Stuart proposed marriage to Abigail Anne Blake, and that she happily accepted.” She smiled as she wrote that line, knowing how happy it would make her brother.
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Part XXIX
Faith looked out of the train window as it pulled into the Glen St. Mary station. There he was. She could spot that ruddy hair anywhere. His back was to the train, but when he turned around, Faith got the shock of her life. What was Irene Howard doing on his arm? She felt her heart sink, and hot tears stung at her eyes. Tearing her face away, she brushed a hand over her eyes, and refused to let this hurt her. She supposed that he would be taking Irene to the Summer Dance. She was hanging on his arm so tightly. Faith had never felt so alone in her life. As she stepped off the train, she tilted her head up, refusing to let him see her upset. “Faith!” Jerry called, waving. She smiled broadly and flew into his arms. “Oh, I missed you, Faith.” His arms tightened around her, and she clung to him, forcing her tears down.
“It’s so wonderful to see you, Jerry,” she whispered. She let go of him and turned to Jem and Irene. “Irene, I hardly expected you to meet me at the station. It’s lovely to see you,” she said coldly. Irene smirked. She couldn’t wait to see Faith’s face fall at the sight of she and Jem together. She had finally gotten Jem Blythe to speak to her, and she had begged to come to the station.
“Oh Faith, dear, I simply had to come. It’s been ages since I’ve seen you.” Faith raised her eyebrows, and looked at Jerry. He looked at her apologetically.
“Well, Jem. I see you’ve done well. I’m glad to see you’ve had a good month.” Her voice was harsh and cold. She didn’t want to hear him explaining why Irene was there. She didn’t need excuses. Her heart had nearly broken when she saw him with Irene, and she was now furious with him. The young lady on his arm smiled. Irene Howard may not have been an intelligent young woman, but she was cunning, and she knew exactly what she was doing. She could see that Faith was angry, and she knew that Jem would never try to push through that fury. He would wait until she was calmer before he tried to discuss anything with her. By that time, Irene hoped to have herself an escort to the Summer Dance. The foursome walked over to the buggy in silence. Jerry was about to help Irene into the back, allowing Jem and Faith to sit together when Faith stopped him. “Irene, dear, why don’t you sit up front. I’m sure Jem would enjoy your company much more, and I’m just dying to tell my brother all about my month in Halifax.” Jerry looked at his sister in shock. Jem glared at her.
“Why, thank you, dear. I’m sure you and Jerry have quite a bit to talk about.” Completely confused, Jerry helped his sister into the back before climbing in himself. Faith looked around her. The sun was still high, and she decided she’d go to Rainbow Valley to watch the sunset. She felt like being on her own. After all that James had said, Jem brought Irene Howard to the station. Faith felt like someone had pierced her heart. The ride home was silent. They took Irene to her house first, and then drove to the manse. Jem turned around and looked at her once he had stopped the buggy.
“I’ll see you tonight, Faith,” he said quietly. She looked at him coldly, her eyes questioning. “Your family is coming for dinner,” he explained simply.
“Oh, that will be lovely. I haven’t spoken to Walter in the longest time,” she said cruelly. Jerry sighed, and Jem looked slightly hurt. “Thank you for the ride, Mr. Blythe.” She climbed out of the buggy and took her bags, walking up to the house without looking back. Jem looked pleadingly at Jerry.
“Don’t look at me, Jem. I refuse to get in the middle of this. You shouldn’t have brought Irene, and Faith shouldn’t have been so cold. Now will you two please just talk to each other instead of going through James or me?” Jem nodded quietly, and Jerry sighed. “Jem, I know Faith, and she’s upset right now. She’s very upset. When she’s upset, she usually likes to go to Rainbow Valley to watch the sunset alone. I’ll see you a little later.” With that, he turned and went toward the house to talk to his sister.
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Part XXX
Faith sighed as she looked up at the sky. The sun was getting lower in the sky, and Faith waited impatiently for the heavens to fill with the brilliant colors that warmed her soul. Leaning against a tree, she thought of what had happened. Had she been wrong in being so cold to him? But then why had he brought Irene to the station? Why did he let her hang on his arm like that? Maybe he had decided that a silly little childhood playmate wasn’t enough for him. Well, if that was what he wanted, she wouldn’t make a fool of herself over him. The sun sank further and further, filling the sky with reds and oranges. She caught her breath, reveling in the beauty around her. Suddenly a voice broke into her reverie. “You shouldn’t be alone out here when it’s dark.” She turned to find Jem.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice cold. She noticed a flash of sadness in his eyes, but was too angry to listen to him. He sat down across from her.
“I was looking for you, actually.” She looked away. “Faith, talk to me.” She said nothing. Jem had had enough. He’d tried enough times, and he wasn’t going to just sit and wait for her. His eyes narrowed. “I never thought you were the jealous type, Faith.”
“I never knew you were the deceitful type, Jem,” she shot back. He shook his head, frustrated. “So tell me, Jem,” she said sweetly. “Is Irene Howard the sweet and lovely girl that everyone says she is?” Jem shot her a look of pure poison. “I thought as much. Sorry, dear. You really should be a little more discriminating in your choices for friends and sweethearts.” Jem sighed, and decided to try one more time.
“Faith, she isn’t my sweetheart. No one is. Listen. Irene and I were just talking one day, and it slipped out that you were coming back today. She begged to come to the station, and I couldn’t very well say no to her.” He could see a tear trickling down her face. “Faith,” he whispered gently. She hung her head even lower, and he pulled her close. “Faith, I promise you, I don’t care for her at all.” He looked at her quizzically. “Faith, why did this bother you so? I’ve had friends that are women before. Why now?”
“After the past month, I was waiting to see you, and to tell you that we had been foolish, and shouldn’t fight again. Then I saw her with you at the station, and I was convinced you hadn’t forgiven me,” she answered simply. He smiled at her. “I suppose I was a little fool about it,” she said quietly. Jem didn’t laugh. He knew how hard it was for her to admit she was wrong. “Jem, I’m sorry about everything before I left.”
“No apologies. It’s over. Now why don’t you get back to the Manse? I’ll see you at Ingleside soon.” She nodded, and smiled as he took her hand and kissed it. It was always a sign that everything was normal between them.
That night, Ken found Faith quickly, and greeted her with a warm hug. “Ken! How lovely to see you!” He grinned at her, and looked a little concerned. “What is it?”
“Nothing. Nothing at all. Faith, I was wondering if you’d come with me to the Summer Dance?” Faith blushed red. She had hoped to go with Jem, but how could she say no to her friend? “Irene told me that she and Jem are going together, so I thought that we could go.” Faith looked like someone had struck her. “You… You didn’t know?”
“No. No, I didn’t know. Yes, Ken. I’ll go with you.” Ken felt like hitting himself. He hadn’t wanted Faith to have to go to the dance alone, and now he had succeeded in ruining her night.
“Faith, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to surprise you. I thought you knew.” She shook her head numbly. Just then, Jem walked up merrily. Ken regarded him somewhat coldly. “I’ll leave you two alone,” he said. Faith looked up at Jem, her face almost white.
“Faith? What is it?” he asked quietly, sitting down next to her. He took her hand gently. She shook her head, forcing away the thoughts in her head. The color returned to her cheeks. “Faith?”
“I’m alright. I just thought how close we were to losing this friendship,” she said quietly. It was true, even if it was only a small part of what troubled her. Jem smiled.
“Well, I had something to ask you. Would you do me the honor of coming with me to the Summer Dance?” Faith looked up at him. So he hadn’t asked Irene? She was confused.
“I just told Ken that I’d go with him.” It was Jem’s turn to go pale. Suddenly she remembered what he had said earlier. “Jem, he’s my friend. I couldn’t very well say no to him.” Faith didn’t know what to do or say. She knew he was hurt, but she couldn’t go back on her promise to Ken, and once again, something had hurt her. Emotions were pounding on her from every side.
“Well, I suppose I was the fool for waiting too long. I was going to ask you in Rainbow Valley, but I didn’t want to push you. I’ll ask someone else, I suppose.” He smiled at her and squeezed her hand gently. She smiled, trying not to betray the confusion inside of her.
Finally, the night of the Summer Dance had arrived. Jem left early to bring Irene to the Manse, and the young woman looked triumphant as she stepped into the house on Jem’s arm. Ken squeezed Faith’s hand harder as the couple came into the room. Despite what her head told her, it was hard to see Irene looking so comfortable and victorious on his arm. The three families walked over to the dance together, as usual, and everyone in the hall turned in shock at the sight of Jem and Faith apart. Faith automatically wrote Jem in for the first and last dances, and later wondered if he would indeed ask her. She crossed him out quickly, realizing that she wasn’t even with him. She had barely spoken to him since the night at his house. Suddenly she was acutely aware of his presence in front of her.
“Shall I have the first dance?” he asked. Faith smiled a little. They were tense after two weeks of silence. She nodded and allowed him to lead her onto the floor. She looked over his shoulder, and smiled triumphantly at the sight of Irene standing jealously by their table. Despite the tension between them, it was nice to be dancing with him again. The last dance they had attended was his convocation dance, and they had had the most wonderful time there.
Jem could barely believe his luck. He had half-expected her card to be full already. He hated the silence between them, but he couldn’t bring himself to swallow his pride and make peace. After all, she was the one who was being cold and evasive. He looked down at the girl in his arms, and he caught his breath. Faith had looked lovely before. She had even been stunning. But the dress she wore that night was the most perfect thing he had seen. The light green chiffon complimented her skin perfectly, and emphasized her perfect figure. No matter how hard Irene would try, she would never compare to the young woman he was dancing with. They danced the entire song in silence. Neither one was willing to break the tension between them. When it was over, they returned to their respective partners without a word.
Midway through the dance, Faith sat at the table. Ken was dancing with Di, and she was tired. The past two weeks had taken their toll on her, and she wished for her bed in Kingsport. She needed that time alone that Redmond afforded her, and she missed it dreadfully. She caught Jerry’s eye across the room and smiled. Dear Jerry. He had been such a wonderful brother. She was sure that she wouldn’t have endured the summer if it weren’t for him. The sound of a loud splash, and then a thud, broke through her reverie. She heard Irene’s scream. Turning, she saw the girl covered in punch, and sitting in the punch bowl. She brought a hand to her mouth, hiding the laughter. Then she saw Jem, his mouth in a thin hard line, but his eyes dancing merrily. For the briefest of moments, their eyes locked, and Faith forgot about Irene or anything else.
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