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the line of her ivory wool dress. Busy dreaming, she didn't notice the
winces that Margo and Kate exchanged. "Just for an hour or so. I can't
wait till winter break. One more midterm, and then freedom." Flushed
with anticipation, she beamed at her friends. "It's going to be the best
winter vacation ever. I have a feeling Peter's going to ask me to marry
him."

"What?" Kate yelped before Laura could shush her.

"Quiet." She hurried back across the blue-and-white-tiled floor toward
Kate and Margo. "I don't want Mom and Dad to hear. Not yet."

"Laura, you can't seriously be thinking of marrying Peter Ridgeway. You
barely know him, and you're only seventeen." A million reasons against
the idea whirled through Margo's mind.

"I'll be eighteen in a few weeks. It's just a feeling, anyway. Promise
me you won't say anything."

"Of course not." Kate reached the bottom of the curving staircase. "You
won't do anything crazy, will you?"

"Have I ever?" A wistful smile played around Laura's mouth as she patted
Kate's hand. "Let's go in."

"What does she see in him?" Kate mumbled to Margo. "He's old."

"He's twenty-seven," Margo corrected, worried. "He's gorgeous and treats
her like a princess. He hasтАж" She searched for the word. "Polish."

"Yes, but--"

"Ssh." She spotted her mother coming down the hallway, wheeling a cart
laden with hot chocolate. "We don't want to spoil tonight. We'll talk
later."

Ann Sullivan's brow furrowed as she studied her daughter. "Margo, I
thought that dress was for Christmas Day."

"I'm in a holiday mood," Margo said breezily. "Let me take that, Mum."

Far from satisfied, Ann watched her daughter roll the cart into the
parlor before she turned to Kate. "Miss Kate, you've been overworking
your eyes again. They're bloodshot. I want you to rest them later with
cucumber slices. And where are your slippers?"

"In my closet." Understanding the housekeeper's need to scold, Kate
hooked her arm through Ann's. "Come on now, Annie, don't fuss. It's
tree-trimming time. Remember the angels you helped us make when we were
ten?''