Dusk gathered as the group packed up the last of the tools and neatly stacked the spare lumber in the barn. Most of the volunteers had gone home, except for Lieutenant Capshaw, who was helping David complete repairs to the back porch screens, and Miss Lovelace, who had just finished hanging wallpaper in the housekeeper’s quarters.
Miss Lovelace came out to sit beside Concordia on the porch swing. She pulled her shawl closer. “This will be a lovely view in the spring,” she said, gesturing to the gray-brown sweep of woods to the right and the grounds of the college below.
Concordia nodded. “It is a shame that it took the destruction of Willow Cottage before we realized this should be our home.” She paused. “Have you called upon Miss Smedley and the other girls still in the infirmary?”
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