“The red dress.”
Carol tossed it into the suitcase. “That’s what I thought.”
“What’s Mountain Grove like?” Rebecca asked, kicking her legs against the bed.
“Very cold this time of year. Do you know what your gloves are?”
“With my boots.”
“Good.”
“What else is it like?”
“It’s not like living in the city. There probably won’t be many kids your age, and there really isn’t anything to do.”
Rebecca grimaced. “Then why does anybody want to live there?”
“I don’t know. But your dad is excited about taking you up there. That’s where he grew up, and his parents before, and their parents were some of the first settlers.”
“Wow,” Rebecca breathed.
“Have you finished packing?” Carol asked, lifting her from the bed.
“No.”
“Then what are you doing in here?”
Rebecca patted Carol’s face. “I ju
