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daydreaming. Nate Brooks was a wonderful man, but they weren’t in the same social circles, and nice as he was to her, it didn’t mean that he was interested in her in any way other than seeing that her business was a success.
I need to remember that. Just because I find myself dreaming about him day and night doesn’t mean he’s dreaming about me…
.
Nate went back to the bank for an hour before going home. He’d enjoyed the afternoon even more than the lunch he’d had with Meagan and her mother. He wished that Meagan had let him see her home. He hadn’t wanted the afternoon to end. It was always that way when he was with her.
From his observations, most of the women in his social circle visited with each other, entertained each other, and gossiped about each other. At times, he just wanted to leave the room … and often did. Meagan was so very different from them. It was refreshing just to be near her.
She was working to help her family, to keep her mother from working outside the home, and to give them all a future. He ventured to guess that none of the women he knew would handle the death of a parent and all the changes Meagan’s family had gone through since then with such grace. He admired her greatly, and he hoped that by seeing him outside of the bank or her shop, she would get to know him better.
He thought back over the afternoon as he had his runabout brought around and headed home. He really cared about Meagan Snow. She was the first woman since his Rose that had touched his heart. He hoped she might begin to feel the same way about him.
He traveled up Spring Street to his home and prayed as the sun set behind the hill.
Thank You, Lord, for allowing me to run into Meagan the way I have been lately. I pray that if it be Your will, she will see me as a man who would like to court her. And I pray that You help me find a way to ask her if she will allow me to. In Jesus’ name I pray. Amen
.
eight
“Aunt Abby and Grandmother, when are you going to visit Miss Meg’s shop and have her make something for you?” Natalie asked at Sunday dinner the next week. “She makes such lovely things, and she showed me a ball gown she’s making for someone. It is so beautiful.”
“I am beginning to hear very good things about her,” Abigail’s mother said, ladling gravy over the potatoes on the plate she was serving to Nate. “I’m thinking of asking her to make me a new summer walking dress.”
Inside, Abigail fumed, but she tried not to show it. As if she didn’t hear enough about Meagan Snow from Natalie, now she was beginning to hear it from some of her friends
and
her mother. By all accounts the woman was a very good dressmaker—obviously word was getting around if her mother was thinking of doing business with her—but Abigail was sick of hearing her name.
“You should, Grandmother. She is making me one.”
It seemed that Natalie was a one-woman advertising agency for that Snow woman’s shop.
One would think she was being paid
, Abigail thought.
“I ran into Meagan and her mother having lunch the other day, and the Richardsons were there, too. Myla made an appointment to go see her.” Nate’s comment added to her irritation.
“Yes. Myla is having Miss Snow make her a new tea gown and a walking dress.”
Abigail didn’t much care—she just didn’t like Natalie talking about her all the time, and she especially didn’t like the fact that her niece saw so much of the woman. Suddenly, Abigail realized that if Natalie was going for fittings, unless the housekeeper was taking her, Nate was seeing an awful lot of Miss Snow, too.
“Does Mrs. Baker take Natalie to be fitted?”
“No.” Natalie answered the question that had been directed to Nate. “Papa takes me.”
“Oh, well, I know how busy you are, Nate. I’ll be glad to take Natalie in for her fittings.”
“Thank you, Abigail, but that won’t be
I need to remember that. Just because I find myself dreaming about him day and night doesn’t mean he’s dreaming about me…
.
Nate went back to the bank for an hour before going home. He’d enjoyed the afternoon even more than the lunch he’d had with Meagan and her mother. He wished that Meagan had let him see her home. He hadn’t wanted the afternoon to end. It was always that way when he was with her.
From his observations, most of the women in his social circle visited with each other, entertained each other, and gossiped about each other. At times, he just wanted to leave the room … and often did. Meagan was so very different from them. It was refreshing just to be near her.
She was working to help her family, to keep her mother from working outside the home, and to give them all a future. He ventured to guess that none of the women he knew would handle the death of a parent and all the changes Meagan’s family had gone through since then with such grace. He admired her greatly, and he hoped that by seeing him outside of the bank or her shop, she would get to know him better.
He thought back over the afternoon as he had his runabout brought around and headed home. He really cared about Meagan Snow. She was the first woman since his Rose that had touched his heart. He hoped she might begin to feel the same way about him.
He traveled up Spring Street to his home and prayed as the sun set behind the hill.
Thank You, Lord, for allowing me to run into Meagan the way I have been lately. I pray that if it be Your will, she will see me as a man who would like to court her. And I pray that You help me find a way to ask her if she will allow me to. In Jesus’ name I pray. Amen
.
eight
“Aunt Abby and Grandmother, when are you going to visit Miss Meg’s shop and have her make something for you?” Natalie asked at Sunday dinner the next week. “She makes such lovely things, and she showed me a ball gown she’s making for someone. It is so beautiful.”
“I am beginning to hear very good things about her,” Abigail’s mother said, ladling gravy over the potatoes on the plate she was serving to Nate. “I’m thinking of asking her to make me a new summer walking dress.”
Inside, Abigail fumed, but she tried not to show it. As if she didn’t hear enough about Meagan Snow from Natalie, now she was beginning to hear it from some of her friends
and
her mother. By all accounts the woman was a very good dressmaker—obviously word was getting around if her mother was thinking of doing business with her—but Abigail was sick of hearing her name.
“You should, Grandmother. She is making me one.”
It seemed that Natalie was a one-woman advertising agency for that Snow woman’s shop.
One would think she was being paid
, Abigail thought.
“I ran into Meagan and her mother having lunch the other day, and the Richardsons were there, too. Myla made an appointment to go see her.” Nate’s comment added to her irritation.
“Yes. Myla is having Miss Snow make her a new tea gown and a walking dress.”
Abigail didn’t much care—she just didn’t like Natalie talking about her all the time, and she especially didn’t like the fact that her niece saw so much of the woman. Suddenly, Abigail realized that if Natalie was going for fittings, unless the housekeeper was taking her, Nate was seeing an awful lot of Miss Snow, too.
“Does Mrs. Baker take Natalie to be fitted?”
“No.” Natalie answered the question that had been directed to Nate. “Papa takes me.”
“Oh, well, I know how busy you are, Nate. I’ll be glad to take Natalie in for her fittings.”
“Thank you, Abigail, but that won’t be
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