The Whiteoak Brothers. Mazo de la Roche

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       THE WHITEOAK BROTHERS

      THE WHITEOAK

       BROTHERS

       MAZO DE LA ROCHE

      Copyright © 2010 The Estate of Mazo de la Roche and Dundurn Press Limited

      First published in Canada by Macmillan Company of Canada in 1953.

      This 2010 edition of The Whiteoak Brothers is published in a new trade paperback format.

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      Editor: Michael Carroll

       Copy Editor: Matt Baker

       Design: Courtney Horner

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      Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication

      De la Roche, Mazo, 1879-1961

       The Whiteoak brothers / by Mazo De La Roche.

      ISBN 978-1-55488-741-5

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      PS8507.E43W4 2010 C813'.52 C2009-907535-0

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       For my children, René and Kim, with my love

      CONTENTS

I Jalna, 1923

II Indigo Lake

III Awakening of Spring

IV A Rise in Stocks

V The Power of Attorney

VI Room for Scope

       VII A Secret Among Them

       VIII Learning

       IX Aunt Augusta and Dilly

       X More Investors

       XI Dilly

       XII Pheasant

       XIII The Vegetarian

       XIV The Falling Leaves

       XV The Falling Stocks

       XVI Wakefield’s Day

       XVII After the Show

       XVIII The Bubble Burst

       XIX Scenes at Night

       XX Paying the Piper

       XXI Skating

       XXII The Regaining of Equilibrium

       XXIII The Winter Moves On

       XXIV Indoor Sport

       XXV Nothing Could Be Fairer

I JALNA, 1923

      As Finch Whiteoak was dressing that morning he noticed the change in his hands. Funny he never had noticed it before. They had, suddenly it seemed, as though overnight, grown long and thin, the fingers finely articulated, the knuckles more prominent, the thumb more individual. They looked like the hands that might do something worthwhile. He grinned at the thought that he should do anything worthwhile. Then he grew sober and straightened himself. This was the first day of March, his fifteenth birthday. It was natural that he should change. He wondered if possibly he might have the beginning of a beard, but when he ran his hand over his chin it felt smooth as an egg. Certainly he was growing fast, for his jackets were short in the sleeve and his trousers in the leg. When he considered his clothes he scowled. Was he never to have a brand new suit? Always he was forced to wear those which his brother Piers had outgrown, and by the time Piers had outgrown a suit, who would want it? Not Finch. He wanted a brand new suit.

      Sunday morning was the regular morning for clean underthings, but as this was his birthday he would change today. He pulled off his socks that had holes in the heels, and opening the bottom drawer of the scarred chest of drawers, of which several of the wooden knobs were missing, he discovered clean socks and underclothes as well. These last had shrunk in the washing, so that when he had forced himself into them, he felt scarcely able to move. He performed a few stretching exercises to ease the discomfort, thereby making himself such a figure of fun that his brother Piers, who had just wakened up, gave a derisive chuckle. Piers would soon be nineteen.

      Finch stiffened and demanded — “What’s the matter with you?”

      “You.”

      “Me? What d’you mean?”

      “You ought to see yourself.”

      Finch’s voice came out loudly. “It’s not my fault if everything’s five sizes too small for me.”

      Piers answered soothingly — “Dear me, no. And it’s not your fault you’re such a funny shape. But you can’t expect me not to laugh.”

      “You’d laugh,” said Finch bitterly, “at your grandmother — if you dared.”

      “I have a cheerful disposition and you help me to keep the way.”

      “Shut up.”

      Piers raised himself on his elbow, his pink and white face suddenly serious. “You’re not being cheeky, I hope.”

      There was silence from Finch, as he began to put on his shoes.

      “Are you?”