went away.
So following his brother’s advice, he slowly made his way to Cassandras house. He walked up the steps and went to the door. Gathering his nerves, he knocked gently. When the door swung open, he was so nervous, he jumped.
“Why, Ben, what brings you over here?” Miranda asked, standing in the doorway.
“Good afternoon, Miranda,” he spoke nervously. “Is Cassandra at home? I would like to speak with her, if I could.”
She just smiled, “Yes, of course you can. She’s in the kitchen. I’ll go get her. Come on in.” She politely offered.
“No, that’s alright. I’ll just wait out here.” If his heart was to beat any harder it would surely beat right out of his chest. He took a long, deep breath trying to calm himself.
“Well, suit yourself, but I’m sure you’d be more comfortable inside.”
Fidgeting as he was, he realized Miranda could see that something was bothering him, but he just assured her, “”No, really I’m fine. I’ll just wait.”
Miranda left him and went to the kitchen. “Cassie, Ben’s outside. He wants to speak with you.”
Cassandra’s face turned pale, as she exclaimed, “Ben? What does he want? Look at me, I’m a total mess. He can’t see me like this!” Her hair was a bit unkempt, for she had been helping her mother with the baking most of the morning, and she was wearing a rather worn dress, for she hadn’t been expecting company, especially Ben.
Miranda shook her head and smiled, knowing how nervous Cassie was feeling. She was remembering how it was for her when Steven had first kissed her. She had been so nervous. She had a feeling Ben had come to tell Cassie how he felt about her before he had to leave.
Reassuring her sister, she declared, “You look fine. Don’t keep him waiting. I think he’s as nervous as you.” She reached out then and smoothed the unruly strands of her sister’s hair back into place.
Their mother, Mary, cut in, “I hope he hasn’t come to say he’s leaving us too. I can’t stand to see any more of our young men going away.”
Cassandra didn’t even want to think about that, so she checked her hair and walked slowly outside. “Hello, Ben” she began nervously. “You came to talk with me about something?”
Swallowing hard, he answered, “Yes. Do you think we could go for a walk somewhere? What I have to say is kind of personal.”
“Well, alright,” she stuttered. She could tell something was bothering him. “I’ll go tell Mama. I’ll be right back.”
Soon they were walking side by side down the path to the woods. After about ten minutes, Ben suddenly stopped and turned to face Cassandra. “Sit down, Cass. I need to tell you something.” He paused.
Cassie watched, as Ben stood, unable to look directly at her. His head was lowered, and his lower lip was quivering just slightly. He wiped his forehead, with the back of his hand, then ran his fingers up and through his jet-black hair, which appeared to have been freshly cut.
There were trees all around them, and at that moment, you could hear every sound. Silence was penetrating the air.
It seemed to Cassandra that butterflies were skittering up and down in her stomach. She didn’t know if she wanted to hear what he had to say or not.
His head was still lowered as he hesitantly continued, “You know about the war, don’t you? Well, it seems all the young men are enlisting. Alec is going, and I guess I am too. Well, you see, I just couldn’t leave without seeing you and telling you how I feel about you.”
Cassandra was starting to feel numb. Ben couldn’t be going to war! He couldn’t
So following his brother’s advice, he slowly made his way to Cassandras house. He walked up the steps and went to the door. Gathering his nerves, he knocked gently. When the door swung open, he was so nervous, he jumped.
“Why, Ben, what brings you over here?” Miranda asked, standing in the doorway.
“Good afternoon, Miranda,” he spoke nervously. “Is Cassandra at home? I would like to speak with her, if I could.”
She just smiled, “Yes, of course you can. She’s in the kitchen. I’ll go get her. Come on in.” She politely offered.
“No, that’s alright. I’ll just wait out here.” If his heart was to beat any harder it would surely beat right out of his chest. He took a long, deep breath trying to calm himself.
“Well, suit yourself, but I’m sure you’d be more comfortable inside.”
Fidgeting as he was, he realized Miranda could see that something was bothering him, but he just assured her, “”No, really I’m fine. I’ll just wait.”
Miranda left him and went to the kitchen. “Cassie, Ben’s outside. He wants to speak with you.”
Cassandra’s face turned pale, as she exclaimed, “Ben? What does he want? Look at me, I’m a total mess. He can’t see me like this!” Her hair was a bit unkempt, for she had been helping her mother with the baking most of the morning, and she was wearing a rather worn dress, for she hadn’t been expecting company, especially Ben.
Miranda shook her head and smiled, knowing how nervous Cassie was feeling. She was remembering how it was for her when Steven had first kissed her. She had been so nervous. She had a feeling Ben had come to tell Cassie how he felt about her before he had to leave.
Reassuring her sister, she declared, “You look fine. Don’t keep him waiting. I think he’s as nervous as you.” She reached out then and smoothed the unruly strands of her sister’s hair back into place.
Their mother, Mary, cut in, “I hope he hasn’t come to say he’s leaving us too. I can’t stand to see any more of our young men going away.”
Cassandra didn’t even want to think about that, so she checked her hair and walked slowly outside. “Hello, Ben” she began nervously. “You came to talk with me about something?”
Swallowing hard, he answered, “Yes. Do you think we could go for a walk somewhere? What I have to say is kind of personal.”
“Well, alright,” she stuttered. She could tell something was bothering him. “I’ll go tell Mama. I’ll be right back.”
Soon they were walking side by side down the path to the woods. After about ten minutes, Ben suddenly stopped and turned to face Cassandra. “Sit down, Cass. I need to tell you something.” He paused.
Cassie watched, as Ben stood, unable to look directly at her. His head was lowered, and his lower lip was quivering just slightly. He wiped his forehead, with the back of his hand, then ran his fingers up and through his jet-black hair, which appeared to have been freshly cut.
There were trees all around them, and at that moment, you could hear every sound. Silence was penetrating the air.
It seemed to Cassandra that butterflies were skittering up and down in her stomach. She didn’t know if she wanted to hear what he had to say or not.
His head was still lowered as he hesitantly continued, “You know about the war, don’t you? Well, it seems all the young men are enlisting. Alec is going, and I guess I am too. Well, you see, I just couldn’t leave without seeing you and telling you how I feel about you.”
Cassandra was starting to feel numb. Ben couldn’t be going to war! He couldn’t
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