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Marcail plopped down in the hay next to Rigg and Kate a moment later. Look at this. She held the fragile half of an eggshell within her cupped hands, holding it carefully for their inspection.
What kind is it?
Barn swallow, Rigg answered promptly. We found them all the time as kids.
Katie! Marcail said suddenly. Youve got hay all over you! Clearly the nine-year-old had never seen her sister in such a state.
Is Katie always so prim and proper then? Rigg couldnt resist his standing joke.
Tell him no, Marcail, Kate ordered, but the little girl just smiled.
Lets go down now so I can show Mrs. Taylor my egg.
All right but first I want Kate to do something that would not be considered prim and proper.
Kate could feel her temper rise. Thats ridiculous. I am not too prim and proper.
Kate rose ungracefully and started toward the ladder but Rigg was faster. He climbed down and stood on the ladder with the upper part of his body showing up in the loft. Marcail was trying to keep from laughing and Kate faced him, arms akimbo.
I need to get down, she stated.
Just as soon as you prove to me that you can throw off your schoolteacher cloak.
Thats ridiculous.
What shall we have her do, Marc, sing off-key? Marcail found this highly amusing and couldnt hold her laughter even when Kates eyes narrowed in her direction.
Sing us a song Katie, Rigg directed.
No! Kate was beginning to see the humor in this and a smile was breaking across her face as she came toward the ladder but Rigg could not be bluffed. She plopped down before the ladder and tried to muster up a glare.
Im a man with infinite patience, Kate-love. Sing us a song and you can have the ladder.
Marcail laughed again and Kate could see Rigg wasnt going to budge. She threw back her head and crowed out the silliest song she could think of. Her voice screeched and cracked, causing Marcail to howl with laughter and Rigg to beg her to stop.
Are you satisfied now? Kaitlin demanded.
All Rigg could do was laugh.
Hello.
Mays voice came to the three in the loft and Kate and Marcail both leaned slightly over the edge to see her.
Is everything all right? Her tentative question started the laughter all over again as they made their way to the ground.
Your son thinks Im too stuffy for my own good and I was proving to him otherwise. Oh! Marc, did you bring your egg?
Marcail displayed her prize once again and then May surprised them all with a question to Kate.
I was wondering, Kate, if youd like me to walk with you to the Parkers, so we can ask them to supper tonight?
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