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Volumes six to ten in New York Times bestselling authors' series for girls ages 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	18
EAN13	9781585586646
Langue	English

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SummerHill Secrets: Volume 2 Copyright © 1996, 1997, 1998, 1999, 2000, 2007 Beverly Lewis
Cover illustration by Eric Walljasper Cover landscape photography © 2006 Ed Heaton
Previously published in five separate volumes:
House of Secrets © 1996 Beverly Lewis Echoes in the Wind © 1997 Beverly Lewis Hide Behind the Moon © 1998 Beverly Lewis Windows on the Hill © 1999 Beverly Lewis Shadows Beyond the Gate © 2000 Beverly Lewis
Unless marked otherwise, scripture quotations are from the HOLY BIBLE, NEW INTERNATIONAL VERSION.® Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984 by International Bible Society. Used by permission of Zondervan Publishing House. All rights reserved. The “NIV” and “New International Version” trademarks are registered in the United States Patent and Trademark Office by International Bible Society. Use of either trademark requires the permission of International Bible Society. www.zondervan.com
Scripture quotations identified TLB are from The Living Bible © 1971 owned by assignment by Illinois Regional Bank N.A. (as trustee). Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers, Inc. Wheaton, IL 60189. All rights reserved.
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.
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Bethany House Publishers is a division of Baker Publishing Group, Grand Rapids, Michigan.
E-book edition created 2011
ISBN 978-1-5855-8664-6
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Contents
About the Author
Books by Beverly Lewis
BOOK ONE: House of Secrets
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
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
BOOK TWO: Echoes in the Wind
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
BOOK THREE: Hide Behind the Moon
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
Chapter 22
BOOK FOUR: Windows on the Hill
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
BOOK FIVE: Shadows Beyond the Gate
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
From Beverly . . . To You
Looking for More Good Books to Read?
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 country, 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 Beverly Lewis
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 Verna Flower, whose loving hospitality eased my homesickness during college days … and who read my first book manuscript with editorial encouragement. Thanks, Aunt Verna, for your prayers and love all these years.
You spread out our sins before you— our secret sins—and see them all.
—P SALM 90:8 TLB
Chapter 1
Eerie and still, the study hall classroom echoed my words. “What do you mean your mom’s disappeared?”
I stared at my friend Chelsea Davis. Her thick auburn hair fell around her shoulders.
Her voice trembled as she searched in her schoolbag. “Sometime in the night … she … Mom must’ve written this note. And now …” Chelsea paused, staring at the folded paper in her hand. “Now she’s gone.”
She scanned the study hall cautiously, waiting until the last student vacated the room. Then she handed me the note.
“Do you really want me to read this?” I said, noticing how very pale her face had become.
Chelsea nodded, and slowly, I unfolded the paper.
Before you wake up, I’ll be gone. Don’t try to find me. I’m happy where I’ll be.
My throat felt tight as I read the frightful words. Startled, I refolded the note.
I’m happy where I’ll be. … Questions nagged at me, but I said nothing.
Chelsea’s voice cracked, breaking the silence. “I guess you never know how important your family is until one of them is gone.”
Her words struck a chord. I, too, had experienced the loss of a family member. My twin sister, Faithie, had died of leukemia at age seven.
But this? This was far different. Surely Mrs. Davis would return to her family. Maybe she and Mr. Davis had argued; maybe she needed space—time to sort things out.
“Give it a few days,” I said almost without thinking. “I mean, your mom’s got to come back home.”
Chelsea sighed. “I hope you’re right, but this morning I poked around in Mom’s closet. She didn’t take much with her, but she’s definitely gone.” Chelsea stared at the underside of her watch. “For no reason, she just walked out … left Dad and me.”
I slipped my assignment notebook into my schoolbag. “How’s your dad handling things?”
“Well, we talked at breakfast.” She had a faraway look in her eyes. “You see, Mom had these new friends … a superweird guy and his wife. They were always whispering with her the few times they came to our house. They were into some of the same stuff Mom likes—astrological charts, seances, and stuff like that. Anyway, Mom went with them for coffee several times about a month ago, around the time she got laid off from work. Next thing I knew, she was going to their house for supper, and a couple of times the three of them went to some metaphysical fair in Philadelphia.”
“Did they invite your dad along?”
Chelsea nodded. “Mom and Dad both went to a secret meeting with them at a hotel once.” A frown crept between her eyes. “The thing is, Mom seemed awfully excited about these people—about their mysterious activities.”
“What about the meeting? What was that all about?”
“Beats me, but after the first time, Dad refused to go again. Mom was furious. I heard them talking in the kitchen late one night, and I crawled out of bed to listen at the top of the steps. Mom was beside herself—nearly hysterical—trying to get Dad to see what she said was ‘the true light.’ Over and over she kept saying it—that he was resisting ‘the true light.’ ”
Describing the scene really seemed to bug my friend—the crimped sound in her usually mellow voice and the way she blinked back angry tears told me more than her words. Somewhere along the line, Chelsea Davis had declared herself an atheist. I wondered if she resented her mom for this spiritual encounter—or whatever was going on.
I took a deep breath. “Do you think your mom’s friends influenced her to leave?”
Chelsea shook her head. “All I know is that Mom seemed desperate to make some sort of pledge or oath, but she couldn’t get Dad interested. From what I overheard, he thought the whole thing was ridiculous.”
“An oath? What for?”
“I don’t know exactly,” she replied. “Mom wanted to keep attending the meetings. She pleaded with Dad, trying to persuade him, but he wouldn’t go back.”
“Did your mom ever go again?” I asked, wondering what on earth had really happened with Chelsea’s mother.
“Three or four more times, I think. In fact, Mom was hardly home all last week. Oh, and something else …”
I cringed. There was more?
“She suddenly started cooking up these vegetarian meals for us—wouldn’t allow red meat or pork in the house. And she refused to drink water or anything else with her meal. Crazy stuff like that with no word of explanation.”
This was beginning to sound truly strange.
“But the weirdest thing about it—Mom seemed super relaxed. Content, I guess you’d say,” Chelsea added. “And she’d been horribly miserable before and depressed about losing her position at the hospital.”
I’d heard about the cutback. “Too bad her job was phased out. Your mom loved her work.”
“The hospital only needs so many administrative nurses, and she had worked there the fewest years.” Chelsea puffed out her cheeks, then forced the air out. “Then these people, this couple, seemed to appear out of nowhere.”
“What do you think they wanted—I mean, isn’t it a little bizarre?”
Chelsea gathered up her books and we headed for the hallway. “I wish I knew.”
My heart went out to my friend. “I’ll do whatever I can to help you,” I volunteered, keeping pace with her.
“Thanks.” She gave me a pained smile. “And, uh, Merry, if you don’t mind, could you keep it quiet—you k