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Show - k - yet, but the time will come when there will be many houses hereabouts. We are grateful that this will not happen for a few years yet." The two sisters, so close in age, wer: different in many ways. Vicky, the oldest, was small in stature. She always seemed to be in motion and her graceful movements confirmed her natural dancing talent. Tiny and petite were the words to describe her. A moment never went by when her eyes weren't sparkling and her curly head bobbing. She was a tinier version of her mother's dark beauty. Penny, on the other hand favored her father. She was tall and slim and her straight long blonde hair fell on her shoulders. Her blue eyes had a steady gaze that disguised her inquisitive nature. She was always studying people, trying to fathom their thoughts and analyzing each situation. As their father unlocked the enormous oak double front doors, Penny looked curiously at the bronze knockers. They were ancient Greek masks; one laughing and the other crying. A feeling of apprehension gripped her, but she shook it off in the excitement of the moment. The foyer extended well into the house, with a curved stairway set at the far end winding gracefully to the upper rooms. On either side of the entry hall were spacious rooms with magnificent chandeliers which, at one time must surely have glittered and sparkled at happy gatherings. "You can see that most of the original furnishings are still here," said Jim, as he waved his hand towards the sheet covered furniture. "The sale price of the house was so reasonable, and we have often said how much we would like to live in the country, that I could not resist it. Or should I add this is the closest to the country we'll get to and still be within the environs of the city." He smiledand looked at Vicky as he said this. "But this is unbelievable! Sucn beautiful furnishings! I must admit |
