If you have lived all your life in a sleepy little New England village like Braeburn, you get so you just don’t expect exciting, story-book sort of things to happen. I know that I, Gay Annersley, fifteen years old and an orphan, but living with the nicest aunt, uncle and cousins in the world--isn’t that the proper way to begin an autobiography?--certainly never expected anything like Sunset Island to happen to me. Perhaps now, having written that much, I’d better go back and explain how it all came about, only I somehow simply had to put Sunset Island into the first paragraph.…
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