Chapter 24

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌⁠Valancy herself made Cissy ready for burial. No hands but hers should touch that pitiful, wasted little body. The old house was spotless on the day of the funeral. Barney Snaith was not there. He had done all he could to help Valancy before it—he had shrouded the pale Cecilia in white roses from the garden—and then had gone back to his island. But everybody else was there. All Deerwood and “up bac