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Bobbie was not sure why, but having Jeff tell her that her hands were pretty made her inordinately happy. It also made her blush. To hide her embarrassment Bobbie turned away and sat back at her desk. But Jeff had seen the flushing of her cheeks, and as he set the letter back on the desk and stopped his teasing, he understood with sudden and complete clarity why someone would ask Bobbie Bradford to marry him.
sixteen
The Micklesons barn fire was the talk around town for the next few days and on into Sunday. Pastor Keller announced that weather allowing, there would be a barn-building day on the following Saturday.
The Micklesons were descended upon after the service with promises of attendance and help. Bobbie was thronged also. She couldnt believe how many people came up to hug her and welcome her home. It felt wonderful. When the people surrounding her finally cleared, Bobbie looked down to see Marcail at her side.
Hi, Bobbie.
Hi, Marcail. How are you?
Im fine. I want you to come and meet my sister.
Marcail grabbed Bobbies hand and was led to the Riggs wagon. Kate was already seated.
Katie, this is Bobbie. Bobbie, this is my sister Kate.
Hello, Bobbie greeted Kaitlin with a smile, and Kate responded to the warm friendliness she saw there.
Its nice to finally meet you, Bobbie. Marc has been planning this meeting for two days. Im sure she told you I was expecting.
Yes, she did. Congratulations.
Thank you, but Im afraid its been a disappointment to Marcail that I havent come to the shipping office to meet you. The truth is, Im tired all the time and I just wasnt up to it. She finally figured out we would see each other here.
Nathan Taylor came on the scene just as Kate finished talking, and whatever reply Bobbie was going to make was cut short.
Hi, Nate, Bobbie greeted him cheerfully. I forgot to tell you yesterday that a girl came in looking for you. She said shed see you Monday, and I think she said her name was Brenda. Bobbie had given this message softly so as not to embarrass Nate, but his face flamed nonetheless.
Now theres no reason for you to be blushing like that, Nathan. Bobbies voice was her most sarcastic. I know for a fact that she only came in to see if you were just as homely on Saturday as you were when you left school Friday.
The teasing did the trick. Nate instantly relaxed, and Kate, who had been listening from the wagon, fell for Bobbie just as her sister had.
Well, Nate decided to give as good as he got, I might be homely, but at least Im not short. Nate took great delight in his being four years younger than Bobbie and many inches taller.
Is that right? Bobbie cocked her head to one side in a way that was becoming familiar to them all.