It had never occurred to Janet to ask herself , as Avery had asked , if she would like to marry Randall . Randall could never fancy her -- a little plain , brown thing , only half grown . Nobody could think of her beside beautiful , rose-faced Avery . Janet accepted this fact unquestioningly . She had never been jealous . She only felt that she wanted Randall to have everything he wanted -- to be perfectly happy . Why , it would be dreadful if he did not marry Avery -- if he went and married some other girl . She would never see him then , never have any more delightful talks with him about all the things they both loved so much -- winds and delicate dawns , mysterious woods in moonlight and starry midnights , silver-white sails going out of the harbour in the magic of morning , and the grey of gulf storms . There would be nothing in life ; it would just be one great , unbearable emptiness ; for she , herself , would never marry . There was nobody for her to marry -- and she did n't care . If she could have Randall for a real brother , she would not mind a bit being an old maid . And there was that beautiful new frame house Randall had built for his bride , which she , Janet , had helped him build , because Avery would not condescend to details of pantry and linen closet and cupboards . Janet and Randall had had such fun over the cupboards . No stranger must ever come to be mistress of that house . Randall must marry Avery , and she must love him . Could anything be done to make her love him ? `` I believe I 'll go and see Granny Thomas , '' said Janet desperately . She thought this was a silly idea , but it still haunted her and would not be shaken off . Granny Thomas was a very old woman who lived at Burnley Cove and was reputed to be something of a witch . That is , people who were not Sparhallows or Burnleys gave her that name .
XXXXX or Burnleys , of course , were above believing in such nonsense .
Avery Burnleys Cove Janet Randall Sparhallows Thomas harbour morning storms