Melody (Logan 1)

said, "and Laura certainly was not. How would they

like a sightseeing bus coming around to their

backyards and having people gape at them while they

did their housework?"

I nodded, understanding some of his anger. "You're right. That isn't nice." He looked appreciative, but quickly checked his smile and gazed at

May.

"Better get back," he said. "May's sleepy." When we returned to the house, Uncle Jacob

was entertaining his fisherman friend in the living

room while their wives chatted in the kitchen. We

went directly upstairs. May went to sleep quickly. "Thanks for the custard and the walk," I told

Cary in th

e hallway.

He stared at me a moment.

"Are you very tired?"

"No, not very," I said.

"Want to see something special?"

"Sure."

"Come on," he said, leading the way down the

stairs. We stepped quietly through the house, but

Uncle Jacob heard us and came to the living room

doorway.

"Where "Where you going now, son?" he

asked.

"Just going to check the bog," Cary replied. Uncle Jacob looked at me, his eyes growing

smaller before he nodded softly and returned to his

company.

Cary said nothing. He hurried out of the house

and led me over the grounds to the hill. When we

reached the top, he paused and we gazed at the bog.

The moonlight played tricks with the blossoms. They