A Handful of Time

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Let’s meet the others and start on our fort.”
Aunt Ginnie smiled approvingly at her daughter. Patricia wondered what she would think if she could see them a few minutes later. The three cousins stopped walking once they reached the Donaldsons’ cottage next door.
“All right, Potty,” said Kelly, “when Mum rings the cowbell meet us here.”
Patricia glanced at her watch. “What time?”
“I don’t know,” said Kelly scornfully. “I never wear a watch in the summer.”
Patricia covered hers up protectively. Her father had given it to her three years ago and it always kept perfect time. She couldn’t imagine going through a day without it.
“Just come when you hear the cowbell,” Kelly repeated impatiently. She and Trevor ran away and Patricia’s first solitary afternoon began.
She spent it sitting by the canoe. At this end of the beach there were more pebbles than sand. Patricia piled them into hills, then listlessly knocked them down again. Late in the afternoon she heard the others swimming from Uncle
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