“Goodbye to farm and field, aunts, uncles, cousins and friends, all who came round, and it happened natural as day and night, one turning into another. It happened with hardly a sigh. Everybody hugging us tight, arms wrapped round and bodies swaying, close embracing like a waltz….”

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“Did you ever dream,” Norma asked, “that something like this would happen right here in Port Heron?”
“No,” Bess answered honestly. “Not in a million years.”

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