Pat had no sooner arrived at Elmwood than she wrote mother a pitiful letter entreating to be taken home. That first night at Elmwood was a rather dreadful one. The big, old-fashioned bed, with its tent canopy hung with yellowed net, was so huge she felt lost in it. And at home mother or Judy would be standing at the kitchen door calling everybody in out of the dark. "O. w!" Pat gave a smothered yelp of anguish at the thought. But . . .
-"This is just a visit. I'll soon be home again. in just twenty-one days," she reminded herself bravely.
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