V CYNTHIA'S SON
VI GOSSIP
VII THE WEDDING
VIII LILAC TIME
IX GREEN VALLEY MEN
X THE KNOLL
XI GETTING ACQUAINTED
XII THE PATH OF TRUE LOVE
XIII AUTUMN IN GREEN VALLEY
XIV THE CHARM
XV INDIAN SUMMER
XVI THE HOUSEWARMING
XVII THE LITTLE SLIPPER
XVIII THE MORNING AFTER
XIX A GRAY DAY
XX CHRISTMAS BELLS
XXI FANNY'S HOUR
XXII BEFORE THE DAWN
XXIII FANNY COMES BACK
XXIV HOME AGAIN
GREEN VALLEY
CHAPTER I
EAST AND WEST
"Joshua Churchill's dying in California and Nanny Ainslee's leaving
to-night for Japan! And there's been a wreck between here and Spring
Road!"
Fanny fairly gasped out the astounding news. Then she sank down into
Grandma Wentworth's comfortable kitchen rocker and went into details.
"The two telegrams just came through. Uncle Tony's gone down to the
wreck. I happened to be standing talking to him when Denny came
running out of the station. Isn't it too bad Denny's so bow-legged?
Though I don't know as it hinders him from running to any noticeable
extent. I had an awful time trying to keep up so's to find out what
had happened. I bet you Nan's packing right this minute and just
loving it. My--ain't some people born lucky? Think of having the
whole world to run around in!"
The telephone tinkled.
"Yes, Nan," Grandma smiled as she answered, "I know. Fanny's just this
minute telling me. Yes, of course I can. I'll be over as soon as my
bread's done baking. Yes--I'll bring along some of my lavender to pack
in with your things."
"Land sakes, Grandma," exclaimed Fanny, "don't stop for the bread.
I'll see to that. Just you git that lavender and go. And tell Nanny
I'll be at the station to see her off."
Up-stairs in a big sunny room of the Ainslee house Grandma Wentworth
looked reproachfully at a flushed, busy girl who was laughing and
singing snatches of droll ditties the while she emptied closets and
dresser drawers and tucked things into four trunks, two suitcases and a
handbag.
"Nanny, are you never going to settle down and stay at home?" sighed
Grandma.
"Yes, ma'am," Nanny's eyes danced, "some day when a man makes me fall
in love with him and there are no more new places to go to. But so
long as I am heartfree and footfree, and there's one alien shore
calling, I'll have the wanderlust. I declare, Grandma, if that man
doesn't turn up soon there will be no new places left for a honeymo
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