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expressed her words by a broad wave of her arm. “So he is everywhere, he made us in our mother’s womb; he knows the number of hairs on our head and our length of days on earth. Let me go get my Bible and read that to you.”
    Exiting from her bedroom, via the French doors and with her bible in hand and open to where she wanted to read, Ella sat next to Treasure. She began to read from Psalm 139. “O L ORD , You have searched me and known me. You know my sitting down and my rising up; you understand my thought afar off. You comprehend my path and my lying down, and are acquainted with all my ways. For there is not a word on my tongue, But behold, O L ORD , You know it altogether.”
    Looking up, Ella handed the Bible to Treasure. “You read the rest of that chapter for yourself, and then ask God to open the eyes of your heart and give you understanding. These were the same verses I was given many years ago by my father when he gave me this Bible. That’s why I have underlined them and wrote the year, Christmas, 1916, and I am saying the same words to you as he said to me.” Getting up Ella began to walk inside explaining as she did that she was going to have a rest on her bed before making all of them, Mrs Ryan included, a cup of tea.
    Treasure did read the rest of the chapter, and she read it slowly. It was so interesting. She had never in her life felt anything could be truer. So then she uttered her first real prayer, but not aloud as she wanted it to be private. Heavenly Father, I think I believe this. It’s all new in one way and in another it’s like I have always believed it. So where does that leave my mother. Is she in heaven with you? I don’t know. And yet, I seem to remember her trying to tell me something when she got really sick. I know she smiled when she left this world, I know she was at peace. So for now dear God I just ask for you to be with me and show me what I am to do. Amen.
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    Connor Latham phoned Tuesday morning to ask if it were permissible for him to visit again that afternoon. Given the okay, the time was set and Treasure was reluctant to even admit to herself, she looked forward to his visit. Mrs Ryan let him in, much to his surprise. He bowed somewhat to her and gave her his hat to be placed on the hall table, before he was formally ushered in to Treasure, again seeing him in the office. Her smile was courteous as she sat behind the desk, extending her hand toward another chair indicating for him to be seated. He opened his bag and withdrew papers, then pulled the chair forward, sat down on the other side of the table, and placed the papers there.
    â€œI pray all is well with you, Miss Gilroy.”
    Treasure smiled without speaking. This time she noticed his dark smoldering eyes and a dimple that played at the side of his cheek when he spoke.
    Those eyes bore into hers now, and then he smiled. “Well, it seems the letter I gave you from your aunt – mother, hasn’t caused too much of a stir. You’re still here and I see you have been busy acquiring some help around the house.”
    So what! She felt like giving a cheeky reply but knew her grandmother would have disapproved. So instead kept her reply meek. “I was informed Mrs. Ryan lost her last position and required a new one. After interviewing her, I felt we could help each other, and so offered her a job here.”
    A piece of hair fluttered loose and onto her forehead. Placing her hand up to contain it behind a hair comb Treasure looked away from those eyes to gain her composure. Why did she feel self-conscious? Was it the way his eyes drifted over her face to rest on her mouth and then back to her hair. She had actually allowed Ella to style it that morning into a deep wave with a crown of plaits wrapped around her head. It was very becoming and gave her lovely face and high cheekbones an elegant air.
    â€œAhh,” was all he said as he continued to scrutinize at