youâve got out there on the clothesline?â
I laughed, feeling a little silly. âI should bring that stuff inside now, I suppose. Itâs just for looks, but itâs been out there two or three days.â
âWell, I came up to see if youâd had enough of all this by now,â said Irene. âAre you ready to come back?â
âNo, Irene,â I said. âIâm staying.â
She put both hands on my arm, gently, pleading. âOh, Libby, come on. Thereâs nothing to keep you here.â
âWell, thereâs Ernie, for one thing.â The dog lifted his shaggy head at the sound of his name, and I reached to scratch between his ears. âI also happen to have a job now.â
âYou do? Where?â
âAt Savaway. It doesnât pay a lot, but itâs better than nothing. And Mr. Thomas may have something for me at the paper too. Thatâs what Iâm really hoping for.â
Irene tried a different tack. âWhat if someone broke in here while you were sleeping? A set of menâs clothing on the line isnât going to prevent that.â I wished she hadnât reminded me.
âI know, Irene,â I agreed. âBut that could happen toyou in your place in Toronto.â
âAt least Iâve got a telephone,â she bristled. âI donât see one here yet.â
âIâll get one.â
âWell, that would be a start,â she conceded. âBut it still isnât right. You need someone here with you, some responsible adult. You know Iâm right.â
She was, of course. âIâve always been a pretty responsible person myself,â I reminded her.
âYes, you have been. But it comes right down to this: you are too young to be here all by yourself. Now that youâre working, maybe you could find someone in town willing to provide room and board.â
âBut why pay rent,â I argued, âwhich, by the way, I couldnât afford, when I own this place?â
âHave you ever asked how much room and board would cost?â
âWhy would I?â I was beginning to fear she was wearing me down âAnd I have a dog. Ernie canât stay in town.â
âThat dog should be the least of your worries,â declared Irene. âIn town, youâd be closer to your job. How are you getting to work, anyway?â
âOn my bike.â
âWell, you canât ride your bike to work on rainy days.â
âSure I can. I already have.â
âWhat about Margaret Pacey?â my aunt persisted. âCouldnât you stay with her?â
âMargaretâs working for the summer. At an inn on Sparrow Lake.â
Irene sighed. âWill you at least try, Libby? See if youcan find a place in town? The McIntyres will look after Ernie.â
I picked at a bit of dried food stuck to the edge of the table. What would it hurt to promise her that? If I gave it a try, would it allow her to go back to the city reassured, and let me stay here? I knew I wasnât going to find anything I could afford at my wages. âAll right. How long are you here for?â I asked, resignedly.
âI have a couple of days. I hope by then youâll be ready to go back with me.â
âIâll ask around at work tomorrow,â I said. âCome on, Iâll get you some sheets for the bed in Alexâs room.â Some company for a couple of days might be just what I needed.
To my surprise, when I asked about it at work the next day, Gloria remembered a place in Pinkney Corners with rooms to rent. âYou know Rubyâs?â she asked, checking her lipstick in a small pocket mirror. âBack on the corner, across the street. Second place from the end.â
âI think I know the one you mean,â I said. âA big old, white house, next to the bakery?â
âThatâs the one,â Gloria nodded. It was the same house where, years before, Alex