tightened, and Rose knew sheâd won a point. Though Mairin had drawn nothing lately, she had in the past used crayons to translate elaborate images from her dreams. They had impressed Wilhelm, at least for a while.
âIt seems the spirits have abandoned her, however,â he said. âPerhaps they donât find her a worthy instrument.â
âPerhaps she is again serving as an instrument, and we just arenât listening. The child is drawn to this apparition. Maybe it will speak only through her.â
Wilhelm thrust out a stubborn chin but said nothing, which told Rose that she had earned some time. The period in Shaker history to which Wilhelm most wished to return was the Era of Manifestations, or the years of Mother Annâs Work, beginning in the 1830s. Then, the gifts of the spiritâthe dances and songs and drawings, the trances, the speaking in tonguesâhad first been sent through young girls. Rose was torn. She believed in the presence of spirits, but she couldnât help feeling that they were inclined to communicate more quietly nowadays.
But who knows, perhaps Mairin truly is an instrument .
Maybe Holy Mother Wisdom, in her compassion, had chosen to speak through a troubled child. Anything was possible.
âMairin may indeed show herself to be an instrument,â Wilhelm said, turning back to the door, âand perhaps she will not. We cannot afford to wait much longer to find out. See that she reveals herself soon.â
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After Wilhelmâs warning, Rose gathered up Mairin and the two of them made straight for Agathaâs retiring room. When they heard the quiet command to enter, it was Mairin who pushed first through the door. Without waiting to be prompted, she dragged a small chair from the desk over to the rocker where Agatha sat. Mairin settled her small body against the wooden back slats and gazed at Agatha with intensity.
âAre you sick?â she asked.
âNay, child, I am recovered from my chill. How kind of you to ask.â
Mairin said nothing, just continued to stare as if assessing Agathaâs strength for herself. Rose quietly lifted a ladder-back chair from its pegs and sat some distance from the two.
âAre you mad at me, like everybody else?â Mairin asked. Her voice was matter-of-fact, without hint of a childlike whine.
Agatha leaned forward and touched Mairinâs arm. Her thin hand was pallid against the girlâs warm, fawn-brown skin.
âI was frightened,â Agatha said, âlike everyone else.â
Mairinâs gaze darted over to Rose, then dropped to her lap. âGennie said I was scaring people.â She raised her impassive face to Agatha. âIâm sorry,â she said. She did not promise never again to put everyone in such a state, and neither Rose nor Agatha demanded she do so.
âMy poor memory has grown old,â Agatha said. âTell me again, Mairin, when is your birthday?â
For once, Mairin looked startled. âI donât know,â she said. âNobody told me for sure, just that it was in the spring sometime.â
âRose? Have you any information?â Agatha asked.
âNay, I havenât. We tried to hunt down Mairinâs birth certificate in Indianapolis, but we could find nothing.â
âWell, then,â Agatha said, âwhat is to stop us from creating a birthday? Today is April 23, isnât it? And it is Saturday. Tomorrow is the Sabbath. How about April 25 for your birthday, Mairin? We always celebrate each childâs birthday, you know. The Kitchen sisters can bake you a cakeâIâm sure Sister Gertrude would be delighted to do it herselfâand right after school Sister Charlotte will gather all the children together for a party. Would you like that, Mairin?â
Mairin nodded with more vigor than usual. âWould you and Rose come, too?â
Rose opened her mouth to remind Mairin of Agathaâs frailty, but the
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