A red-haired girl wrapped in a patchwork quilt sits on her bed, watching a stormy night with a bright moon through an attic window.

It was a dark and stormy night. In her attic bedroom Margaret Marry, wrapped in an old patchwork quilt, sat on the foot of her bed and watched the trees tossing in the frenzied lashing of the wind. Behind the trees clouds scudded frantically across the sky. Every few moments the moon ripped through them, creating wraithlike shadows that raced along the ground. The house shook. Wrapped in her quilt, Meg shook. See more