“But if Xavier ever does something wrong and upsets me, I can consider punishing him by making him knit sweaters. He should knit a whole set of them and put one on to watch the snow at Uncle Austin’s.”

Chester clapped. “That’s the way to do it, Callie. Make the punishment harsher. Xavier should knit a few for me, too. I haven’t worn a hand-knitted sweater before.”

Satbury’s winters were freezing and heavy with snow. Even during the fall, the temperature fell lower than Wiltspoon’s coldest wi