When Jutta's mother sent her to tiny, windswept Bardhol to stay with their ancient female relations, she hinted slyly that those crafty crones might be hiding a fortune. But all Jutta found was boredom, toil -- and cats, spoiled pets demanding constant attention. Their only neighbors were antiquated, mad, or resting -- permanently -- in the graveyard at the foot of the hill. Jutta's grandmothers warned her away from the graveyard, but the cats went,...