of them now. His own. He looked at her, sitting upright in the big chair, her eyes swollen from crying, but eating her tea like a good child. Their eyes met, and she gave a little watery pleading smile. Renny grinned at her encouragingly.
Rags had come in and Meg was ordering a fresh pot of tea.
This was the Whiteoak family as it was when Alayne Archer came into their midst from New York.
