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The Eyes of the Amaryllis


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“Well, Mother,” said the big man uneasily, turning his hat round and round in his hands.

“Well, George,” the old woman returned. Her voice was strong and brisk, but, for him, a little critical. She looked up at him from her wing chair by the sunny window and saw—her son, yes, but also a stranger, well into middle age, tall but stooped, with the pale skin and scratchy-looking clothes of an inland man of business. And she saw in him also what he had been: a happy, wild-haired boy running barefoot on the beach. The two were one and the same, no doubt, but she loved the man because she had loved the boy. For her, the boy had been much easier to love.

“So youve broken your ankle,” the man said.

“So it seems,” she answered. She looked down impatiently at her foot propped up on a hassock. It was thick with bandages and wooden splints, and beside it on the floor a crutch lay waiting. “Its a nuisance, but there you are. Wheres my granddaughter? Wheres my namesake?”

“Shes out on the beach. Shes—well, shes never seen the sea before, you know. I suppose shes…interested in having a look.”

“Interested! Yes, I should imagine so.” The old woman smiled faintly.

The man took a deep breath. “Look here, Mother, you know weve always wanted you to come and live with us in Springfield. Now that youre laid up and cant take care of yourself, its a good time to leave this godforsaken place and come inland where we can look after you.”

The old woman shook her head. “Its good of you, George, of course. But when I wrote to you, that wasnt what I had in mind at all. Youve brought Geneva down to stay with me, havent you? That was the plan, wasnt it? My ankle will mend, and when it does, Ill go on the same as I always have.”

“I just dont understand it,” her son exploded then. “All by yourself here, year after year! The sea pounding, day and night, the dampness, this blasted sand everywhere. And the wind! It never stops! I can hardly bear it for five minutes, and youve been listening to it for thirty years!”

“Fifty, George. Youve forgotten. Your father and I, we came here fifty years ago.”

“No, but I meant…”

“I know what you meant,” she said. “Youre thinking its thirty years since the day your father was drowned.”

The man gripped his hat more firmly. “All right, Mother, never mind that. Be sensible for once and come back with me. Theres plenty of room for three in the buggy, and we can send a wagon later for your things. Surely you cant be so all-fired stubborn about it now, when you can scarcely hobble.”

His mother shook her head again. “I dont need you, George. Not yet. Its not time yet. Ill come to you at Christmas, just as Ive always done. But the rest of the year I belong right here. Geneva can take care of me till my ankle mends, and then you can come and fetch her.”

“But, Mother!”

The old woman frowned at him and her eyes flashed. “George! Enough! Weve had this argument a hundred times, and it bores me. You ran away from here a long time ago, and thats all right for you. But I will not budge an inch, not one inch, until…” She paused and looked away. Her anger seemed to leave her all at once, and she sighed. “George. Send Geneva in to me and then—go away, George. We only make each other cross.”

At this the man seemed to sag a little. A look of pain crossed his face, and he turned half away from her, toward the door, though he watched her still. She was as handsome and vigorous as ever, her gray hair still streaked with red, her back straight as…a mast, he thought unwillingly, and then corrected it. Straight as a yardstick. A safer image.

She saw that he was watching her, and her face softened. “George. Dear boy, come and kiss me.”

He went to her at once and knelt, and she put her arms around him and pulled him close. For a moment, the last long thirty years dissolved. They were mother and child again, she newly widowed, he newly fatherless, and they clung to each other. Then she loosened her hold and pushed him away gently. “Tell me,” she said, smiling at him. “Geneva—what sort of child is she getting to be, do you think?”

“Shes exactly like you,” he said, sitting back on his heels.

The first Geneva Reade nodded and her eyes twinkled. “Its a judgment on you, George. Well, send her in. And then go home to Springfield and leave me in peace.”

The big man kissed his mothers cheek and stood up, putting on his hat. Then, at the door, he said carefully, “I should have thought, though, that youd want to come away from this spot. I couldnt stand it, looking out there every day, remembering. Id have gone mad by now.”

“Mad?” said his mother. “Well, perhaps I am a little mad.”

“Mother,” he blurted then, turning back to her, “for the love of heaven, watch out for Jenny. Shes all weve got. Dont let her—”

“Hang your clothes on a hickory limb, and dont go near the water,” the old woman chanted, bobbing her head from side to side. And then she said, scornfully, “Dont worry. Ill keep her out of the sea. You werent such a faintheart before your father died.”

The mans face closed. “Ill be back in three weeks,” he told her flatly. “To fetch Jenny home. And if youre not mended by then, youll come and stay with us till you are, whether you want to or not.”

“Goodbye, George,” said his mother, dismissing him. “Have a pleasant ride home. Well see you in a month or two.”

“Three weeks, Mother. Not a moment longer.”

“Goodbye, George,” said the first Geneva Reade.

Copyright © 1977 by Natalie Babbitt. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

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This was a fantastic book. It had a dark secret and a fantastic plot. I loved all of the action and the way you made people feel part of the book. SEWARDS WARNING the prologue shouldn't be a prologue but a chapter because most people don't read the prologue. I am only in Grade 6 but I cannot wait to read all of your other books including Tuck Everlasting. Thank- you for writing such a fantastic and mysterious book for me to read. Grade 6. 11 years old Emily
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Babbitt, Natalie
Farrar, Straus and Giroux (BYR)
Babbitt, Natalie
Children's fiction
Action & Adventure
General Juvenile Fiction
Action & Adventure - General
Horror & Ghost Stories
Love & Romance
Historical - United States - 19th Century
Family - Multigenerational
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Middle-Grade Fiction
Sunburst Book
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from 5
7.63 x 5.13 in
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"Geneva Reade goes to visit her grandmother's ocean-side cabin and is drawn into the old woman's thirty-year-long struggle to wrest a supernatural message from the depths of the sea." --The New York Times Book Review

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