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loved her own surname--her father's name. It held many pleasant recollections, many sad ones; but all none the less dear to her. But, somehow, she felt afraid of her big, bullying uncle and she was so anxious to be obedient to all his wishes right from the beginning. She answered him in almost a whisper.
"Ye-yes, uncle! I'll remember."
"This is our room," said Lizbeth a moment later. "We are to sleep together as father said, although, to tell you the truth, I'd much rather sleep alone. I'm more used to it."
The room was neatly, though plainly, furnished. Kathie went over to the window and sat down. It was a large window and opened to the south, overlooking acres upon acres of fruit trees in faultless rows, among which snugly sat the homes of the many neighbouring ranchers. Beyond the cultivation, Kathie could catch a glimpse of the blue waters of a lake, while, all around, the Valley seemed fringed with undulating ranges, walled in by purple tinged and fir clad mountains.
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