CHAPTER 34It was broad daylight when she woke again, and Grant was gone.
“Just swallowed his breakfast and out of the house with no time for anything.”
Cicely sat up in bed and looked with dismay at Mrs. Barton in a dark blue overall spotted with white.
“Does he know I’m here?”
Mrs. Barton shook her head.
“Not without you told him.” She crossed over to the blanketed box in the corner. “I should have thought that Bramble would have been up seeing what was what.”
Cicely felt small, and cold, and lost. She murmured,
“Not an early riser—he doesn’t care about it. But he ought to go out now. Will you call him?”
She dressed, breakfasted, and plunged into housework. The morning stretched before her like the endless path of her dream.
Monica Abbott rang up, obviously torn between a desire
