"Sure," Eleanor's grin quirked slightly, and she slid off the bed to her feet, to make some room at the desk. "Bring them on in. I'd say I'd hate to cut into more of your reading time, but it sounds like you've had plenty."

There was more than a little envy in her voice; the most reading she'd done was trying to decipher old journals of her grandmother's that her aunt managed to keep and her 'field notes' about the new town where they were settling.