"Ours! Ours! Ours!" yelped Portia, still jumping, but releasing her
father. She was eleven and a half years old; her brother Foster was
seven. The thing they wished for most in all the world had just
happened, and this can be an unsettling experience. Portia now
launched into a sort of swooping waltz; then she stopped abruptly and
said: "I dibs the round room! May I, Mother? The little round room in
the turret? Please?"
"I don't see why not," her mother said satisfactorily. "Daddy and I
will have the big one with the fireplace. Think of all those rooms! We
could each have two apiece if we wanted." She paused, looking rather
dreamy and preoccupied. "Yellow, I think," she remarked. "Yellow, or a
pale, pale green."
"Yellow what?" asked Foster.
"She means curtains," said Portia, who understood her mother very well.
The Villa Caprice, which was the cause of all their rejoicing, was
a large elderly house a hundred miles away in the country, not far
from the heavenly spot that Portia and her cousin, Julian Jarman, had
discovered the summer before. This spot was called Gone-Away Lake, and
as its name implied, a live lake that had once sparkled there had long
ago simply disappeared, vanished mysteriously into the earth, leaving
in its place a great stretch of swamp and bog. This was fascinating for
exploring purposes: there were turtles to be found there, and curious
mosses and wild orchids; there was a quaking bog that you could jump
on, and another bog, a dangerous one, safely bridged now, called the
Gulper, where Foster had nearly lost his life the summer before. There
was the island Craneycrow, towered with evergreens and hiding a little
house; but best of all, at the edge of the reedy, whispery expanse
of swamp, was the settlement of fancy old ramshackle houses that the
summer people had built there long, long ago when Gone-Away was a true
lake. Nearly all the houses were broken and abandoned; only two people
lived there now: old Mrs. Minnehaha Cheever and her distinguished
brother, Mr. Pindar Payton, who had returned, after many years, to live
out their lives in the place they had loved as children. They were
an interesting, eccentric pair who liked and enjoyed children, and
children in turn liked and enjoyed them.
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