CHAPTER XI

Julie stood in the shaft of sunlight which streamed in at the window recessed in the deep walls of the old kitchen at Brick House. She pictured the broad beams above her hung with corn and dried meats, the huge fireplace piled with once-split logs, the spit at the back of the wrought iron fire-dogs sizzling and dripping with cooking meats. Beside the fireplace a Rumford oven with its brass-handled door was set deep into the brick wall. On the other side of the hearth were copper boilers each with its own fire-box b…