Chapter 11

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​⁠Meanwhile the dinner in its earlier stages was dragging its slow length along true to Stirling form. The room was chilly, in spite of the calendar, and Aunt Alberta had the gas-logs lighted. Everybody in the clan envied her those gas-logs except Valancy. Glorious open fires blazed in every room of her Blue Castle when autumnal nights were cool, but she would have frozen to death in it before she w