Ann Hamilton was so lonely, she could hardly keep herself from crying. In all the cabins that lay between her home and the nearest settlement, there were only boys and babies. She longed for her cousin Margaret and her old school friends back in Gettysburg.
Her mother promised that when a special occasion arose they would take time off from their hardworking life and have a party. But special occasions didn't seem to happen—until one wonderful evening, when a stranger rode up the hill and stayed to supper. Then even Ann agreed there had never been a better party. And there was no place she'd rather be than on Hamilton Hill, helping to build the West.
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