Those last few days were compounded of happiness and misery for Jane. She did so many things she loved to do and would not do again until next summer. and next summer seemed a hundred years away. It was funny. She hadn't wanted to come and now she didn't want to go. She cleaned everything up and washed every dish in the house and polished all the silver and scoured Mr Muffet and Company till their faces shone. She felt lonely and left out when she heard the Jimmy Johns and the Snowbeams talking about the cranberrying in October, and when dad said, "I wish you could see those maples over yonder against that spruce hill in two weeks' time, " and she realized that in two weeks' time there would be a thousand miles between them. well, it seemed to her that she just couldn't bear it.
Aunt Irene came out one day when Jane was house-cleaning furiously.
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