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A young woman spends her holidays at the stately Bretton house, a quiet estate that seems frozen in perpetual Sunday sunshine. The rooms are spacious, the windows bright, and Aunt Bretton, a dignified widow, moves through the house with a calm, unhurried grace that makes the visitor feel as if she were drifting along a gentle river. The narrator, accustomed to these periodic stays, finds comfort in the orderly rhythm of the household and the soft hum of everyday life.

One afternoon a letter arrives, and soon a small, white‑draped bed and a rose‑laden casket appear in the guest room, signaling the imminent arrival of a child— the daughter of a late doctor’s friend. The house, usually so serene, now holds a quiet anticipation, and the narrator is drawn into the mystery of this newcomer’s background and the subtle, almost tender, expectations of Aunt Bretton. The story begins to unfold around the fragile bonds that form when strangers are welcomed into an old, familiar home.