Cavendish Home for Boys and Girls
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“Would anyone like to come over for hot chocolate while you call your parents?” he said, and they did.
EPILOGUE
SEVERAL YEARS LATER, VICTORIA HUGGED HER PARENTS good-bye at the train station five times before they would let her go. They had been excessively affectionate ever since that storming night when twelve-year-old Victoria came home in dirty pajamas they had never seen before. They had even started saying “I love you” on occasion, although not in public. It wasn’t the most dignified of things to say, after all. But for Victoria, it was enough. She knew that they would never again forget her, and she would not let them.
“Well, good-bye,” she said, and then she said, “I love you,” and hugged them one last time, and then she got on the train, took her seat, and pulled out her notebook. Her luggage had already been sent ahead to the city. That’s where she was going, and all she had to worry about on the train was finishing this postcard to Lawrence.
“Hello, Lawrence,” it began, and then Victoria went on to talk about how she was so excited to go to the city at last, and yes, she’d gotten his letter, and she wanted a tour of his fancy music school this weekend, and she was very much looking forward to his autumn recital.
It had been almost six years to the day since Lawrence had disappeared, when they were twelve and only had each other.
Victoria looked out the window as Belleville sped by in reds and golds. In a moment, the train would pass near the street that took her parents back to Three Silldie Place.
“I’m so glad you’ve found what you want to do, and that you do it so well,” Victoria wrote. “I don’t know what I want to do yet, but I think maybe I’d like to be a professor—a good one, like Professor Alban. Or a journalist, so I could investigate things. Or maybe a detective.” Then she proceeded to list the pros and cons of these and several other potential careers and to write out a few hypothetical scenarios of the rest of her life, depending upon which profession she ended up choosing. When she was finished, her tiny, clean handwriting filled up the entire back of the postcard.
Victoria nodded briskly, stamped the postcard, and smiled, running her fingers over Lawrence’s name. She would send it to him from the city train station, and he would receive it the next day, right before she showed up to surprise him, and he would pick her up with the force of his hug and whirl her around, and she would scold him to not do that, for goodness’ sake, but she would know—and so would he—that she did actually very much want him to do that.
Victoria smiled again. She sat back and watched the trees fly by, too quickly for her to see where they were, and anyway, she was far too busy thinking over the lists she had just made, and of how nice it would feel to be whirled about in the air.
But as a matter of fact, the trees by the train tracks stood at the outermost limits of the old estate at Nine Silldie Place, near the bare, run-down gate of which, at that very moment, stood three people.
One of them was the realtor, with all the proper papers, smiling brightly because he really wanted to make this sale. It was a tremendous property. It would be an extravagant commission.
“Never been developed,” the realtor said, leading his clients through the rickety old gate and down the tree-lined drive. “Real shame, too. Lovely property, don’t you think?”
The woman, who had bright red lips and seemed to be in charge of things, smiled. “It’s perfect. Don’t you think, darling?”
The man, dressed in black gardener’s clothes, said, “It’s perfect, yes, perfect.”
The realtor looked uncomfortably at the man in black, who held a puppet in his hands. He was carving a face into its head, a face that looked somehow familiar. The realtor rubbed his nose. The man in black began carving the puppet’s nose.
Trying to be polite, the realtor said, “So, where are you from?”
“Oh, very far away,” said the woman. “We’ve . . . had a long trip. But it’s time to settle down again.”
“I see,” said the realtor. He narrowed his eyes at the puppet’s face. It was really quite extraordinary, that nose. “Is that a toy, or what?”
The woman smiled wider. “I plan to open a children’s home here. It’s a puppet. For the children, you see. They love to play.”
“Oh,” said the realtor, relieved. “Yes, I see. Well, fantastic. That’s really great. Now if you’ll look this way—”
“No need,” said the woman. Her hair shone, and the realtor suddenly felt very fond of her. She held out her hand for the gate key. “We’ll take it.”
“It’s a puppet. For the children, you see. They love to play.”
CLAIRE LEGRAND used to be a musician, until she realized she couldn’t stop thinking about the stories in her head. Now a writer and librarian in New York, Ms. Legrand can often be found typing with purpose at her keyboard, matching patrons with books at her local library, or spontaneously embarking upon adventures to lands unknown. The Cavendish Home for Boys and Girls is her first novel.
SARAH WATTS is an illustrator of fabric lines, books, and other printed delights. She is married to an adventure junkie and she collects old treasures. Sarah is also the Alumni Board of Trustee member for RCAD.
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Legrand, Claire.
The Cavendish Home for Boys and Girls / Claire Legrand.—1st ed.
p. cm.
Summary: Practically-perfect twelve-year-old Victoria Wright must lie, sneak, and break the rules when her investigation of the disappearance of her best—and only—friend, Lawrence, reveals dark secrets about her town and the orphanage run by the reclusive Mrs. Cavendish. ISBN 978-1-4424-4291-7 (hardcover)
ISBN 978-1-4424-4293-1 (eBook)
[1. Fairy tales. 2. Best friends—Fiction. 3. Friendship—Fiction. 4. Perfectionism
(Personality trait)—Fiction. 5. Orphanages—Fiction. 6. Missing children—Fiction.]
I. Title.
PZ8.L4758Cav 2012
[Fic]—dc23
2011028405
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