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Roland’s today?” Mark poured fresh orange juice from a ceramic pitcher.
“I plan to. I still have some things to do in the house,” Emma replied, sampling the juice and sharing her glass with Louisa. The child smacked her lips and belched loudly, making Mark and Emma laugh aloud.
“What do you say?” Rebecca entered from the kitchen and admonished the child.
“’Scuse me,” the child giggled.
“Come here and sit nice,” Rebecca instructed the child, situating her in her tall chair and fastening a cotton bib around her neck.
“I’d like to get to the dressmaker’s next week. Emma, please join me,” Rebecca requested as she poured her own juice.
“I’d like that very much,” her cousin responded. “Perhaps Roland will pay me soon and I might consider a bit of shopping.”
“Then we’ll go on Tuesday,” Rebecca smiled.
Timothy entered through the kitchen door, a steaming mug of coffee in his huge hand. He kissed the child on the top of her head and Rebecca on the cheek as he greeted the people at his table.
“Emma and I are talking about going to the dressmaker’s next week,” Rebecca informed him.
“Oh, how fun does that sound?” he wrinkled his face at the child.
“I wasn’t expecting you to join us,” the young mother scowled at his teasing.
“And for that I will be eternally grateful!” He dropped into the chair at the head of the table. “Emma, Rebecca told me she showed you the dresses upstairs. You looked very lovely at the meeting. If you like I can have someone bring the wardrobe down to your room so that you might choose what you like from the collection. Seems a waste to have them gathering dust up in the attic. I’d just as soon get that whole mess cleared out.”
“I would feel so assuming, Tim, really.” Emma smiled sweetly.
“Take them,” he waved the air in front of him with a bold stroke of his hand. “If I don’t have to go to the dressmaker’s while you are here the exchange will be to my advantage.”
He left the room briefly and returned to his chair. “The things will be in your room by the end of the day.” He sat back in his chair with a satisfied smile.
Emma enjoyed breakfast with the family, but kept imagining Roland alone in his house with no one for conversation.
“Is everyone ready for tomorrow?” Timothy broached the subject of the mill opening and Rebecca sighed.
“It’s time.” The big man watched his wife’s worried face.
“I know,” she said softly.
“Mark, I’ll be counting on you most of the day today.”
“I know, Pa. At lunch I wanted to get out and take a look at the foal at Roland’s if I could,” Mark requested excitedly.
“Were there any markings on the mare?”
“No, Pa, no brand at all. I don’t know where she came from.” Mark sat back as Birget placed breakfast in front of each member family quietly.
“I’m going to try to get out to Weintraub’s this afternoon if I can. Maybe it’s one of the horses that went missing.” The farm was largely abandoned since the death of Octavia and her mother, but Timothy suspected that unrepaired fencing had meant the loss of several of the stock before they had been cleared out for auction.
Rebecca decided that with everyone gone all day she ought to get to her sewing. She knew once the mill reopened Tim would again be around the house fewer hours. She missed him, but enjoyed the time to pursue other things as well, and looked forward to the distraction.
Emma walked slowly to the Vancouver house, gathering a few fresh flowers and wild herbs along the path. As she neared the house she saw Roland walking haltingly towards her, unaided by his cane. She
“I plan to. I still have some things to do in the house,” Emma replied, sampling the juice and sharing her glass with Louisa. The child smacked her lips and belched loudly, making Mark and Emma laugh aloud.
“What do you say?” Rebecca entered from the kitchen and admonished the child.
“’Scuse me,” the child giggled.
“Come here and sit nice,” Rebecca instructed the child, situating her in her tall chair and fastening a cotton bib around her neck.
“I’d like to get to the dressmaker’s next week. Emma, please join me,” Rebecca requested as she poured her own juice.
“I’d like that very much,” her cousin responded. “Perhaps Roland will pay me soon and I might consider a bit of shopping.”
“Then we’ll go on Tuesday,” Rebecca smiled.
Timothy entered through the kitchen door, a steaming mug of coffee in his huge hand. He kissed the child on the top of her head and Rebecca on the cheek as he greeted the people at his table.
“Emma and I are talking about going to the dressmaker’s next week,” Rebecca informed him.
“Oh, how fun does that sound?” he wrinkled his face at the child.
“I wasn’t expecting you to join us,” the young mother scowled at his teasing.
“And for that I will be eternally grateful!” He dropped into the chair at the head of the table. “Emma, Rebecca told me she showed you the dresses upstairs. You looked very lovely at the meeting. If you like I can have someone bring the wardrobe down to your room so that you might choose what you like from the collection. Seems a waste to have them gathering dust up in the attic. I’d just as soon get that whole mess cleared out.”
“I would feel so assuming, Tim, really.” Emma smiled sweetly.
“Take them,” he waved the air in front of him with a bold stroke of his hand. “If I don’t have to go to the dressmaker’s while you are here the exchange will be to my advantage.”
He left the room briefly and returned to his chair. “The things will be in your room by the end of the day.” He sat back in his chair with a satisfied smile.
Emma enjoyed breakfast with the family, but kept imagining Roland alone in his house with no one for conversation.
“Is everyone ready for tomorrow?” Timothy broached the subject of the mill opening and Rebecca sighed.
“It’s time.” The big man watched his wife’s worried face.
“I know,” she said softly.
“Mark, I’ll be counting on you most of the day today.”
“I know, Pa. At lunch I wanted to get out and take a look at the foal at Roland’s if I could,” Mark requested excitedly.
“Were there any markings on the mare?”
“No, Pa, no brand at all. I don’t know where she came from.” Mark sat back as Birget placed breakfast in front of each member family quietly.
“I’m going to try to get out to Weintraub’s this afternoon if I can. Maybe it’s one of the horses that went missing.” The farm was largely abandoned since the death of Octavia and her mother, but Timothy suspected that unrepaired fencing had meant the loss of several of the stock before they had been cleared out for auction.
Rebecca decided that with everyone gone all day she ought to get to her sewing. She knew once the mill reopened Tim would again be around the house fewer hours. She missed him, but enjoyed the time to pursue other things as well, and looked forward to the distraction.
Emma walked slowly to the Vancouver house, gathering a few fresh flowers and wild herbs along the path. As she neared the house she saw Roland walking haltingly towards her, unaided by his cane. She
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