CHAPTER EIGHTEENLarry Haden
The kitchen was large, in the old fashioned way, with a rank of wide windows along its south side. A long table was backed against them, and a bench on the window side allowed one to sit and visit with the cook without getting into her foot-room. There Margaret had laid the supper, and Larry was just edging onto the bench when there came a tap at the back door.
Rooster went wild, wagging so furiously his entire hind quarter bounced.
Meg gestured for Larry to go ahead and sit, while she moved to the door. “That has to be Bud. Just in time for supper! That boy has the best timing in the business!” She pulled the door wide, letting in a gust of very cool air and a young man whose ragged clothing was belied by the steady intelligence of his gaze.
He was tall and
