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Volumes one to five in New York Times bestselling authors' series for girls eleven to fourteen combines contemporary themes with the charm and simplicity of Amish life.

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Publié par	Baker Publishing Group
Date de parution	01 octobre 2007
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781585586639
Langue	English

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SummerHill Secrets: Volume 1 Copyright © 1995, 1996, 2007 Beverly Lewis
Cover design by Eric Walljasper Cover landscape photography © 2006 Ed Heaton
Previously published in five separate volumes:
Whispers Down the Lane © 1995 Beverly Lewis
Secret in the Willows © 1995 Beverly Lewis
Catch a Falling Star © 1995 Beverly Lewis
Night of the Fireflies © 1995 Beverly Lewis
A Cry in the Dark © 1996 Beverly Lewis
All scripture quotations, unless indicated, are taken from the Holy Bible, New International Version®. NIV®. Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984 by Biblica, Inc.™ Used by permission of Zondervan. All rights reserved worldwide. www.zondervan.com
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All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means—electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise—without the prior written permission of the publisher. The only exception is brief quotations in printed reviews.
Published by Bethany House Publishers 11400 Hampshire Avenue South Bloomington, Minnesota 55438 www.bethanyhouse.com
Bethany House Publishers is a division of Baker Publishing Group, Grand Rapids, Michigan.
E-book edition created 2011
ISBN 978-1-5855-8663-9
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is on file at the Library of Congress, Washington, DC.
Contents
About the Author
Books by Beverly Lewis
BOOK ONE: Whispers Down the Lane
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
BOOK TWO: Secret in the Willows
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
BOOK THREE: Catch a Falling Star
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
BOOK FOUR: Night of the Fireflies
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
BOOK FIVE: A Cry in the Dark
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
From Beverly . . . To You
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About the Author
BEVERLY LEWIS, born in the heart of Pennsylvania Dutch country, fondly recalls her growing-up years. A keen interest in her mother’s Plain family heritage has inspired Beverly to set many of her popular stories in Amish county, beginning with her inaugural novel, The Shunning .
A former schoolteacher and accomplished pianist, Beverly has written over eighty books for adults and children. Five of her blockbuster novels have received the Gold Book Award for sales over 500,000 copies, and The Brethren won a 2007 Christy Award.
Beverly and her husband, David, make their home in Colorado, where they enjoy hiking, biking, reading, writing, making music, and spending time with their three grandchildren.
Books by Author
G IRLS O NLY (GO!) * Youth Fiction
Girls Only! Volume One Girls Only! Volume Two
S UMMER H ILL S ECRETS † Youth Fiction
SummerHill Secrets Volume One SummerHill Secrets Volume Two
H OLLY’S H EART Youth Fiction
Holly’s Heart Collection One † Holly’s Heart Collection Two † Holly’s Heart Collection Three *
www.BeverlyLewis.com
* 4 books in each volume † 5 books in each volume

To my aunt Ada Reba, who held my little hand long ago… and whispered a prayer.
Happy is the house that shelters a friend.
—R ALPH W ALDO E MERSON
Chapter 1
A cry rang out in the stillness.
“Merry Hanson!”
I jerked into consciousness, tense and trembling. Sitting up, I peered out at my moonlit bedroom through sleep-filled eyes, listening. The gentle, steady purr of kittens filled the peaceful quiet. Their soft, warm bodies snuggled close on top of the comforter as I moved my feet.
Must be a dream. I leaned back onto my pillow, my body stiff from the rude awakening.
Then in the silence, I heard it again. A determined voice, quivering with desperation. “Merry, please wake up!”
Stumbling from the bed, I dashed to the window and looked out. Shadows played beneath the white light of a full November moon. One shadow stood out from the others and moved slowly toward the house.
I bumped my nose against the cold window as I stared down at a fragile-looking figure. Light from the moon had turned her wheatcolored hair almost white. I drew in a quick breath. Lissa Vyner!
Straining, I lifted the storm window and poked my head out into the frosty Pennsylvania night. Squinting down from the second story of our hundred-year-old farmhouse, I tried to brush the sleep away. My school friend was crouched near the old maple.
“Lissa, what are you doing out there?” I called to her in a hushed voice. Shivers danced up and down my arms.
She pulled her jacket against her body. “C-can I sp-spend the n-n-night?” she pleaded, tears in her voice.
“Meet me around back.” I closed the window and scrambled for my fleece-lined slippers and robe. Shadrach and Meshach, my two golden-haired kittens, were curled up on it. “Sorry, little boys,” I whispered, pulling it out from under their drowsy heads. “Where’s Abednego?” That ornery cat is always missing, I thought.
Silently, I slipped down the hallway and past my older brother’s room to the stairs. I didn’t dare let Skip in on this thing with Lissa, especially since he was in charge while Mom and Dad were overseas on a mission trip.
I stopped in my tracks as I came within a few feet of the kitchen. Shafts of light streamed into the hallway. It meant only one thing. My know-it-all brother was still up—the last person I wanted to bump into on a night like this!
Tiptoeing closer, I peeked around the door. He was stuffing his face with the leftovers from supper. This could be tricky—smuggling Lissa into the house without Skip knowing.
He glanced up. “Hey, feline freak. Can’t ya sleep?”
I ignored him, heading for the back door.
“Sleepwalking, Mer?” he persisted.
“What?” I muttered, pulling the curtains to one side and peering out. Skip smacked disgustingly on a meat loaf sandwich while I devised a way to distract him.
“You should be in bed,” he demanded.
I whirled around. “ You’re still up!”
“Don’t get smart, cat breath.” Skip gulped down half a glass of milk in one swallow.
In a flash, I remembered Abednego, my wayward kitten. Genius! I turned the doorknob and stepped outside.
“Hey, close that door!” Skip yelled.
“Lost my cat,” I said, pulling the door shut. Casting a fleeting glance over my shoulder, I went in search of Lissa. Around the side of the house, near a stack of firewood, I found her.
“I s-saw the l-light in the k-kitchen,” she stammered. “D-Didn’t want t-to—”
“C’mon, it’s awful cold.” I led her around to the long front porch. “Wait here—I’ll go through the house and open the door.”
Meow!
I leaned over and spotted two shining eyes under the porch.
Then I heard Skip calling, “Merry, get your cat tail in here!”
My heart pounded as I scooped Abednego into my arms. Lifting his black furry body to my face, I darted around the house and into the kitchen.
“That’s one fat cat,” Skip said, casting a scornful look my way. “Too bad you found him.”
I shot him a fake smile. No time to argue; Lissa was waiting, half frozen to death on the front porch.
Cuddling Abednego, I spoke in my best baby talk. “Hello, my pwecious little boy.”
Skip groaned. “Are there any strays that don’t live here?”
“Good night,” I snapped, turning to go. When I was safely out of Skip’s sight, I dashed for the front door with Abednego still in my arms.
Lissa moaned softly as I let her in.
“Follow me,” I whispered.
We sneaked up the stairs to my room. This wasn’t going to be a typical sleepover. Lissa’s eyes were swollen from crying, her bottom lip cracked and bleeding. And she was limping!
Chapter 2
Back inside my bedroom, I put Abednego down and locked the door. Lissa sat on my bed while I turned on the lamp. “I’ll get something for your lip,” I said, hurrying to the bathroom adjoining my room.
Lissa was pulling off her jacket and scarf when I returned with damp tissues. Her tennies were stiff from the cold.
“Here, this’ll help.” I gave her the wet tissues. “Careful. Don’t press too hard.”
She nodded as if to thank me, holding the crumpled wad on her bottom lip. Tentatively, she glanced around the room, taking note of the wall nearest her. It was covered with framed photography—some of my very best. Lissa was shaking, so I turned up the controls on the electric blanket.
“You’ll warm up fast in here,” I said, pulling back the blanket and the blue hand-quilted comforter, the latter a gift from my Amish neighbors down the lane.
Lissa crawled into bed, jeans and all.
I searched in the closet for my sleeping bag and rolled it out on the floor next to the bed. “If we’re quiet, Skip’ll never know you’re here.”
Lissa looked at me sadly through the slits in her puffy eyelids. She dabbed her lip gently.
I sat on top of my sleeping bag, worried for my friend. “You’re really hurt, aren’t you?”
She squeaked, “Uh-hu