There had been many adventures with a boy named Jeffrey, and for a while Rosalind had thought that she might be in love with another boy-an older one-named Cagney, but that had come to nothing. Rosalind had so many things to tell her, mostly about the family’s summer vacation, three wonderful weeks at a place called Arundel in the Berkshires. But she tried to make up for it by visiting often, and now she was arriving this evening. Beloved Aunt Claire, whose only flaw was that she lived two hours away from the Penderwicks’ home in Cameron, Massachusetts. On top of all that, Aunt Claire was coming to visit for the weekend. And it was a Friday afternoon, and although school was all right, who doesn’t like weekends better? And it was late September, and the leaves were on the verge of bursting into wild colors-Rosalind adored autumn. Three weeks earlier she’d started seventh grade at the middle school, which was turning out not to be as overwhelming as rumored, mostly because she and her best friend, Anna, shared all the same classes. Not the kind of passionate, thrilling happy that can quickly turn into disappointment, but the calm happy that comes when life is steadily going along just the way it should.
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