Kingsport

To their left lay Kingsport, its roofs and spires dim in their shroud of violet smoke.

It was not until she had got her first letters that she began to think she could ever like Kingsport or feel at home there.

They met at the top of the stairs for the first time since they had left Kingsport, for Gilbert had arrived only that day.

Rosemary had been in church that evening, for the first time since her return from Kingsport.