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time.”
She pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “And you were right. I could do that every day.”
He laughed. “I’m very glad to hear that, because that sounds good to me.”
She fell asleep that night with a smile on her lips, knowing that her marriage was going to work. She had a good husband, and she could do whatever it took to make him love her.
*****
By the time they went to church on Sunday, she had gotten the house completely in order. The curtains were made and hung at the windows and the tablecloth was spread across the table nicely. She got up and dressed for the day, surprised when he didn’t immediately do the same.
“You don’t go to church?” she asked. She’d never known anyone who didn’t go to church every week. She was certain there were people in Seattle who didn’t go, but she’d never crossed paths with them.
He sighed. “I do sometimes, but not every week.”
“Why not?” She’d gone to church every Sunday of her life except when she was sick.
He shrugged and turned back to the bedroom. “I’ll get dressed for church.” She smiled, pleased. She didn’t want to force him to go, but she wouldn’t feel right if she missed.
When they reached the church, he helped her down and introduced her to the small congregation there. His friends Clara and Albert were there, and they greeted him. Clara clapped her hands together happily. “Elizabeth finally sent a bride! Are you from Beckham?” The blond woman had a glow about her that Daisy was both drawn to and envied all at once.
Daisy shook her head. “I’m not. I’m from Seattle. My aunt was the matchmaker before Elizabeth, and somehow she ended up with his letter. She sent me out to marry him.”
Clara looked stunned for a moment before she laughed. “Trust Eli to do things backwards. He’s the only man in the world to get a mail order bride from the west!”
Daisy smiled, liking the other woman immediately. After the service Clara made a beeline for Daisy. “Would you two like to come over for Sunday dinner? I’d love to get to know you better, and our husbands are close friends.”
Daisy looked over at Eli questioningly. He nodded. “We’d love to.” She had a pot of beans soaking at home, but she could easily cook them for supper instead. She liked the idea of getting to know Eli’s friends.
Clara had a beautiful young daughter named Natalie , who looked right around Daisy’s age. She wondered why Eli hadn’t married her until Natalie called Eli “Uncle Eli,” and then she understood perfectly. While she was of an age to marry him, she’d been raised to think of him as an uncle.
While the three of them fixed lunch together, leaving Gertrude to mind the small children, Clara talked about how she’d come to Montana as a mail order bride herself. “I love it here. I can’t imagine going back to Beckham.”
“My aunt still talks about Beckham occasionally. She says it was a good place for her.” Daisy felt like she had a connection to this woman, simply because her aunt had lived in the town Clara had lived in before moving to Montana.
“I never knew your aunt, but I knew the girl who took her place, and she spoke highly of her.”
Daisy smiled at Natalie. “How old are you?” She gauged the girl to be close to her own age, but sometimes it was hard to tell.
“I’m sixteen.” The girl’s eyes shined with excitement. Daisy wondered about that, but didn’t ask.
Clara sighed. “Now that she’s sixteen, she’s allowed to go on sleigh rides or buggy rides with boys as long as we approve of them, and someone asked her to go for a buggy ride this afternoon at church. She’s not going to marry for another two years at least, but she can go for a buggy ride.”
The emphasis on two years w as obviously for Natalie’s sake, and she wrinkled her nose at the words. “Charles is coming to take me for
She pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “And you were right. I could do that every day.”
He laughed. “I’m very glad to hear that, because that sounds good to me.”
She fell asleep that night with a smile on her lips, knowing that her marriage was going to work. She had a good husband, and she could do whatever it took to make him love her.
*****
By the time they went to church on Sunday, she had gotten the house completely in order. The curtains were made and hung at the windows and the tablecloth was spread across the table nicely. She got up and dressed for the day, surprised when he didn’t immediately do the same.
“You don’t go to church?” she asked. She’d never known anyone who didn’t go to church every week. She was certain there were people in Seattle who didn’t go, but she’d never crossed paths with them.
He sighed. “I do sometimes, but not every week.”
“Why not?” She’d gone to church every Sunday of her life except when she was sick.
He shrugged and turned back to the bedroom. “I’ll get dressed for church.” She smiled, pleased. She didn’t want to force him to go, but she wouldn’t feel right if she missed.
When they reached the church, he helped her down and introduced her to the small congregation there. His friends Clara and Albert were there, and they greeted him. Clara clapped her hands together happily. “Elizabeth finally sent a bride! Are you from Beckham?” The blond woman had a glow about her that Daisy was both drawn to and envied all at once.
Daisy shook her head. “I’m not. I’m from Seattle. My aunt was the matchmaker before Elizabeth, and somehow she ended up with his letter. She sent me out to marry him.”
Clara looked stunned for a moment before she laughed. “Trust Eli to do things backwards. He’s the only man in the world to get a mail order bride from the west!”
Daisy smiled, liking the other woman immediately. After the service Clara made a beeline for Daisy. “Would you two like to come over for Sunday dinner? I’d love to get to know you better, and our husbands are close friends.”
Daisy looked over at Eli questioningly. He nodded. “We’d love to.” She had a pot of beans soaking at home, but she could easily cook them for supper instead. She liked the idea of getting to know Eli’s friends.
Clara had a beautiful young daughter named Natalie , who looked right around Daisy’s age. She wondered why Eli hadn’t married her until Natalie called Eli “Uncle Eli,” and then she understood perfectly. While she was of an age to marry him, she’d been raised to think of him as an uncle.
While the three of them fixed lunch together, leaving Gertrude to mind the small children, Clara talked about how she’d come to Montana as a mail order bride herself. “I love it here. I can’t imagine going back to Beckham.”
“My aunt still talks about Beckham occasionally. She says it was a good place for her.” Daisy felt like she had a connection to this woman, simply because her aunt had lived in the town Clara had lived in before moving to Montana.
“I never knew your aunt, but I knew the girl who took her place, and she spoke highly of her.”
Daisy smiled at Natalie. “How old are you?” She gauged the girl to be close to her own age, but sometimes it was hard to tell.
“I’m sixteen.” The girl’s eyes shined with excitement. Daisy wondered about that, but didn’t ask.
Clara sighed. “Now that she’s sixteen, she’s allowed to go on sleigh rides or buggy rides with boys as long as we approve of them, and someone asked her to go for a buggy ride this afternoon at church. She’s not going to marry for another two years at least, but she can go for a buggy ride.”
The emphasis on two years w as obviously for Natalie’s sake, and she wrinkled her nose at the words. “Charles is coming to take me for
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