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Come
on, George, spit it out.”
    He grinned. “Spit? In this place?” His
smile disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. “I just hope you
don’t get too accustomed to this kind of living, Callie. It might
be hard to come back to the real world if you get too used to this
one.”
    “ George! Do you really think
I’m so petty as to be swayed into neglecting my family by wealth
and overt displays of opulence? I know what matters in this life,
George Prophet. Believe me.” Because it was true, and because
George had hurt her feelings, she added, “You, of all people, ought
to know that my family is more important to me than anything else
on earth.”
    With two giant steps, Callie’s brother
had her in his arms and was giving her a bear hug. “I’m sorry,
Callie-coe. I know you won’t let your head get swelled by this
stuff. It’s just that we Prophets have to stick
together.”
    “ You bet,” Callie
said—somewhat thickly since there was a lump in her throat and her
mouth was buried in George’s flannel shirtfront.
    A low sniffle from Mrs. Granger
separated the Prophet siblings.
    Callie was shocked to see the
housekeeper dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief. “Mrs. Granger!
Are you all right?”
    The older woman nodded. “Oh, yes,
Callie. It’s only that you two are so close, and I think it’s
wonderful. Sometimes I wish Becky could belong to your
family.”
    “ My goodness.” Callie was
surprised that her own family’s closeness should inspire such
appreciation from a person who wasn’t a member of the Prophet clan,
although she’d often wished much the same thing for the lonely
little Lockhart girl. She stepped away from her brother, took a
deep, refreshing breath, and said, “So, now . . . Well, thank you,
George. I’ll let you know how things go. Give my love to Marie and
the children.”
    He saluted smartly. “Will do. Take
care of yourself, Callie.”
    “ I will.” The mention of
Marie, George’s darling, plump wife, and of their adorable children
brought something to mind. “Say, George, after I get settled in and
know what’s what, perhaps Becky and I can come to visit the
children.”
    George shrugged. “Sure. Don’t see why
not.” He gave her another breathtaking hug. “Let us know if you
need anything.”
    As if she’d need anything now that she
was living here. Another glance around the room she’d be occupying
nearly left Callie speechless. Nothing could render a Prophet
speechless for long, however, and she smiled at her brother and
said, “Will do. Thanks for bringing me, George.”
    “ Right-oh. See you later,
Callie. He tipped his hat at the housekeeper. “Mrs. Granger. Any
messages you want me to deliver in town? I’m off to the store
now.”
    “ Thank you, George. I don’t
think so.”
    Callie could tell his offer
had pleased the older woman, though. God bless
George . God bless all of my
family . Even the youngest members of the
Prophet clan knew how to put people at their ease.
    They also had a gift for making people
like them—mainly because they took a genuine interest in others.
Callie considered this Prophet characteristic a true blessing. She
hoped she’d be able to use it to good effect with Becky
Lockhart.
    Speaking of Becky, Callie had no
sooner bidden her brother good-bye and politely declined Mrs.
Granger’s offer of assistance in unpacking, when a tiny knock came
at her bedroom door.
    When she opened the door,
her heart lit up when she beheld Becky, her hands clasped tightly,
looking up at her with anxious eyes. Poor
little mite , as Mrs. Granger might
say.
    Throwing her arms wide, Callie cried,
“Becky! How lovely to see you! Would you like to come in and help
me unpack?”
    Instantly the hands unclasped and the
aspect of anxiety vanished from the beautiful blue eyes. A huge
smile lit Becky’s features, and she all but leapt into Callie’s
arms.
    “ Oh, yes!
Please!”
    So Callie carried Becky into her room
and plunked her down on the