“Teddy, is that you?” she murmured. There was no answer, so she knew she was dreaming. But perhaps he heard her anyway. She tried again. “Teddy, do you forgive me?” A whisper of wind seemed to blow over her, like a summer evening’s breeze off the Mississippi. She had thrown off the bedclothes, as...
Ned!” Several minutes seemed to pass before Elinor recovered from shock at the amazing sight of her twin brother standing in—nay, filling—the kitchen doorway and assessing the chaos in the same manner in which he might have appraised a battlefield after the opening cannonade. It must in fact have...