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“No.” She shook her head emphatically. “I brought fabric with me to make some dresses for myself. Now that I’m here, I can see I don’t need more dresses than what I already have, so I decided to use the fabric to make dresses for the girls.” She was hurt that he thought she’d deliberately disobeyed him like that.
“I’m sorry. I just automatically assumed the worst and I shouldn’t have. Thank you for being willing to use something you’d earmarked for yourself for my girls.”
“It’s for our girls, and I don’t mind using the fabric for them. They need the clothes a lot more than I do.”
He reached across the table and put the dress pieces she was still clutching onto the table and took both of her hands in his. “Will you forgive me for assuming the worst about you?”
She nodded smiling. “Of course, I do. How could you trust me when I came out here under false pretenses?” She was happy he was holding her hands for the first time. Did that mean he was starting to love her as she loved him? Her eyes widened. Did she love him? She hadn’t realized it, but she did. She loved this gruff, godly man who put his children above everything else in life. How could she not?
“I’ve forgiven you for that. I need to stop dwelling on it.”
“You have?” He hadn’t told her he’d forgiven her. Hearing him say so sent a small thrill through her. Their marriage was getting closer to working out every day.
“Of course, I have. How could I trust you with my children otherwise?”
“Thank you for giving me the chance to prove to you I can be a good mother to them.” She promised herself then the children would never want for anything she could provide. If it meant giving them the food she was about to eat, she would do it.
He smiled. “I’m glad you’re here, Millie. You’re making my life a lot easier with your presence.” He still missed Martha, and felt like he was betraying her by letting another woman come into her home and take her place, though. But he didn’t have a choice. Their children needed a mother, and Martha would see things the same way he did. He needed to remember to thank Agnes for her meddling at church on Sunday morning.
Chapter Seven
Millie carefully followed the instructions for sugar cookies the next morning while George was in the field with the boys. She kept smiling to herself, feeling that she and George had a real breakthrough in their relationship the night before.
Patience helped mix the dough, while Grace ate small pieces of it, giggling the whole time. By the time the cookies were finished, Grace’s face and bib were covered with dough. Millie laughed as she took a cloth and wiped off her face and hands.
Millie thought Patience was looking forward to having a guest as much as she was. Patience told her Martha had never wanted anyone to come over and visit. The only time she’d ever seen outsiders before her mother died was when they went to town for church.
Millie knew she was as different from Martha as night and day. She liked to have other people around, although not too many at once. Once the lunch dishes were done, Millie brought the fresh milk up from the cellar and set it on the table. She put out a plate of the cookies and some small plates for serving.
Both of the little ones were down for a nap, so she sat at the table working on the dress for Patience while she waited for Bess to arrive. She’d given Patience two pieces to sew together, showing her how to take the small stitches necessary for a pretty garment.
Millie had the door standing open as they worked. There was no sound of an approaching horse, just suddenly a head popping in the door. “Hello?”
Millie jumped up. “Come in! We’ve been expecting you.” She indicated the chair at the head of the table. “Have a seat. I hope you don’t mind if I keep sewing while we chat. I’m trying to get new dresses made for the girls before Sunday morning.”
“Oh! New
“No.” She shook her head emphatically. “I brought fabric with me to make some dresses for myself. Now that I’m here, I can see I don’t need more dresses than what I already have, so I decided to use the fabric to make dresses for the girls.” She was hurt that he thought she’d deliberately disobeyed him like that.
“I’m sorry. I just automatically assumed the worst and I shouldn’t have. Thank you for being willing to use something you’d earmarked for yourself for my girls.”
“It’s for our girls, and I don’t mind using the fabric for them. They need the clothes a lot more than I do.”
He reached across the table and put the dress pieces she was still clutching onto the table and took both of her hands in his. “Will you forgive me for assuming the worst about you?”
She nodded smiling. “Of course, I do. How could you trust me when I came out here under false pretenses?” She was happy he was holding her hands for the first time. Did that mean he was starting to love her as she loved him? Her eyes widened. Did she love him? She hadn’t realized it, but she did. She loved this gruff, godly man who put his children above everything else in life. How could she not?
“I’ve forgiven you for that. I need to stop dwelling on it.”
“You have?” He hadn’t told her he’d forgiven her. Hearing him say so sent a small thrill through her. Their marriage was getting closer to working out every day.
“Of course, I have. How could I trust you with my children otherwise?”
“Thank you for giving me the chance to prove to you I can be a good mother to them.” She promised herself then the children would never want for anything she could provide. If it meant giving them the food she was about to eat, she would do it.
He smiled. “I’m glad you’re here, Millie. You’re making my life a lot easier with your presence.” He still missed Martha, and felt like he was betraying her by letting another woman come into her home and take her place, though. But he didn’t have a choice. Their children needed a mother, and Martha would see things the same way he did. He needed to remember to thank Agnes for her meddling at church on Sunday morning.
Chapter Seven
Millie carefully followed the instructions for sugar cookies the next morning while George was in the field with the boys. She kept smiling to herself, feeling that she and George had a real breakthrough in their relationship the night before.
Patience helped mix the dough, while Grace ate small pieces of it, giggling the whole time. By the time the cookies were finished, Grace’s face and bib were covered with dough. Millie laughed as she took a cloth and wiped off her face and hands.
Millie thought Patience was looking forward to having a guest as much as she was. Patience told her Martha had never wanted anyone to come over and visit. The only time she’d ever seen outsiders before her mother died was when they went to town for church.
Millie knew she was as different from Martha as night and day. She liked to have other people around, although not too many at once. Once the lunch dishes were done, Millie brought the fresh milk up from the cellar and set it on the table. She put out a plate of the cookies and some small plates for serving.
Both of the little ones were down for a nap, so she sat at the table working on the dress for Patience while she waited for Bess to arrive. She’d given Patience two pieces to sew together, showing her how to take the small stitches necessary for a pretty garment.
Millie had the door standing open as they worked. There was no sound of an approaching horse, just suddenly a head popping in the door. “Hello?”
Millie jumped up. “Come in! We’ve been expecting you.” She indicated the chair at the head of the table. “Have a seat. I hope you don’t mind if I keep sewing while we chat. I’m trying to get new dresses made for the girls before Sunday morning.”
“Oh! New
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