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movement of her hands.

"Come, Dee, I'll show you the rest."

He led her through the house, her wide eyes growing larger with each new
discovery, from the kitchen, with its sunny yellow fixtures and spotless
counters, to the bath, where creamy ivory tiles made her dream of
languishing for hours in hot, soapy water.

"This is your room, darlin'."

He opened the door across from the bath, and Adelia stepped inside. It
was not an overly large room, but to her inexperienced eyes it was huge
indeed. The walls were painted a robin's-egg blue, and sheer white
curtains billowed and swayed at two opened windows. The soft blue and
white was repeated in the flower print of the bedspread, and a fluffy
white rug lay on the wooden floor. The mirror over the maple dresser
reflected the expression of stunned pleasure on her face. The knowledge
that the room was to be hers brought unaccustomed tears to her eyes.
Blinking them away, she turned and threw her arms around her uncle's
neck.

Later, they strolled across the lawn toward the stables. Adelia had
changed from the dress she had worn for the trip and was now clad in her
more customary attire of jeans and cotton shut, with her auburn curls
pulled up and covered by a faded blue hat. She had convinced her uncle
that rest was not what she needed, and that seeing the horses was what
she wanted above all else. With her face glowing and eyes pleading,
Paddy would have found it impossible to deny her anything.

Approaching the stables, they spotted a small group gathered around a
chestnut Thoroughbred. The raised voices reached uncle and niece before
their presence was noted.

"And what might be the problem here?" Paddy demanded.

"Paddy, glad you're back," a tall, husky man greeted him with obvious
relief. "Majesty just had one of his spells. Gave Tom a bad kick."

Paddy transferred his attention to a small, spare young man seated on
the ground, nursing his thigh and muttering.

"How bad is it, lad? Did you break anything?"

"Naw, nothing broke." Disgust was more evident than pain in both voice
and face. "But I don't guess I'll be riding for a couple of days."
Looking over at the dark chestnut, he shook his head with a mixture of
resentment and reluctant amusement. "That horse may be the fastest thing
on four legs, but he's meaner than a stomped-on cat."