Description: Judy moved forward, down the path which led around the pool straight for the house. Holly thought she could see a faint trail of smoke curling upward from that very large chimney. It was plain someone lived here. The garden was very well tended, there were the bees--but who-- And why didn't Grandma know or tell them about this near neighbor? "I just don't get it." Crock threw his jacket on the ground. "I just don't get it! This is summer, not October! And who--" Crock was right. It was summer, only Holly refused to admit it. She did not dare think what that might mean. This was a dream, it had to be a dream!

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