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through the forest into the marshes, where often with
her aunt Camilla (Beanie's grandmother), she had gone
exploring She had hunted for rocks and snakeskins,
birds' nests, fossils, Indian arrowheads, dead beetles,
deer tracks, minnows, beaver dams, and all other
treasure that forgotten land keeps safe. Before her
Dingley marriage, Ramona's aunt had been Lady
Camilla Upton. Wooed and won in that popular alliance
of the Edwardian Age, British breeding and Yankee
dollars, the athletic Camilla had come married to
Connecticut and had brought her favorite mount, Big
White, with her. At seventy she still had been riding one
of his descendants. Ramona recalled that when Beanie
Dingley shot up half a foot in the fifth grade, everyone
said Camilla's granddaughter had inherited the
Englishwoman's physicality and her robust good looks.
They'd been passed down to Beanie through her father,
Chuck, who had distinguished himself in the great game
against Army his last year at Annapolis. God knows,
thought Ramona as she sipped her ale, God knows
Beanie inherited nothing from her mother, May Rose, a
Baltimore belle in despair at the unlikelihood of a