Chance of a Lifetime by Grace Livingston Hill

Author:Grace Livingston Hill [HILL, GRACE LIVINGSTON]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-63058-186-2
Publisher: Barbour Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2014-06-28T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Sherrill spent the early morning putting last things in her trunk. Her mother insisted that she was to have no part in the preparation of the dinner, for she would have enough else to do.

So the turkey had been stuffed the day before, and went into the oven in ample time to be ready at one o’clock. It was to be watched over by Grandma, who was too late to go to the Thanksgiving service. She said that no one else quite knew how to baste a turkey to the right brown anyway, and she enjoyed being left with the responsibility.

Keith took his mother and sister in his car to the church, and they sat in the old pew together, each of them thinking how it would be a long time before they sat there together again, and praying quietly for one another.

Sherrill wore her new coat for the first time. Keith had asked her to. He said he wanted to see how his sister looked in her “glad rags.” So Sherrill wore one of her new hats and her coat, and sat quite conscious of her raiment for a while, as the eyes of her friends sent glances of admiration her way.

Alan MacFarland, across the aisle, watched her furtively and was glad that she was also wearing his string of pearls. He was thinking how much he would like to be up in New York this winter and take Sherrill to symphony concerts and church, and all sorts of nice, interesting places. How proud he would be to take her somewhere in that coat. Perhaps he would in the spring, if spring ever came. She wouldn’t wear that coat to the barn dinner that evening, he was sure, if it were only just on account of Mary Morse.

He watched Keith take his mother and sister away home, and followed them with a wistful glance. Then he went dutifully home to his own family Thanksgiving dinner. For he had a family that was just as anxious to have him all to themselves as Sherrill’s family were to have her. But he consoled himself with the thought that, anyhow, he was to drive Sherrill up to the Evans’ barn late that afternoon to set the tables, and that later, when it grew dark, he would drive her down to the Flats after Mary Morse. Then he would sit beside her at the barn dinner, with Mary at her other side, and his dinner guest, Sam O’Reilly, on his other side. Later he would drive them all home, and perhaps stay a few minutes with Sherrill to say good-bye, for she was leaving early in the morning. Oh, it was going to be a large evening. Sherrill wasn’t gone yet!

The turkey was wonderful! Sherrill’s grandma knew how to cook turkey. She had stuffed it, too, with the old family recipe that nobody could quite imitate. Yet Sherrill somehow could not eat. It seemed to her that there were tears in her throat, where the food should go down, that hindered her from swallowing.

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