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One evening two weeks later Pat slipped away in the twilight and went along the Whispering Lane like a ghost, to where home had been. She had never dared to go before. But something drew her now.
Where Silver Bush had been was only a yawning cellar full of ashes and charred beams. Pat leaned on the old yard gate. which had not burned because the wind had blown the flames back against the bush. and looked long and quietly about her. She wore her long blue coat and the little dress of crinkled red crepe she had worn to church. the only clothes she owned just now. Her head was bare and her face was very pale.