"You're right," Ivy said, "Just the night left." It got dark too early in Scotland in the fall, and stayed dark too late. If she was going to wake up in the middle of the night, she generally preferred it to happen when sunrise was close-by. She leaned against the railing of her stairs and pulled her coat tighter around herself. She was going to have to pull something together in the way of entertainment — otherwise Dorset might get bored and leave, or worse, be concerned.

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