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- Dear Marcail
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Mr. Kemp had seen them to their room and opened the door. He gave a quick look around before bidding them good-bye and nearly running from the room.
The door closed and the children stood still in the middle of the room. A moment went by, and then Kaitlin walked toward the only chair in the room and sank into it. She was nearly trembling with fatigue.
Marcail was fascinated with the idea of staying in a hotel and she did a thorough inspection of the room. There was only one bed, but there was a good-sized sofa, and Marcail declared it would be Seans. Sean was too busy watching his older sister to pay much attention to Marcail.
Are you going to cry, Katie?
Im too tired to cry.
Are you happy you got the job?
Yes, Im just a little overwhelmed.
Why dont I go get us some supper?
Would you, Sean? Kate perked up at the very idea.
Sure. Marcail and I will go find some food while you freshen up.
Kaitlin did cry then, because he was so thoughtful. Sean never knew what to do when his sisters or mother cried and then he remembered he didnt have a mother.
Please God, his young heart prayed as he moved close so Kate could cry onto the sleeve of his jacket, please help me take care of my sisters. And please take care of me, too.
fourteen
The next morning Greg Carson walked with a jaunty step into the hotel dining area to find the new schoolteacher. She was easy to spot because the room was near to empty. If hed thought her attractive yesterday, he didnt know what to think today. Kaitlin was well rested and in a clean dress.
Good morning, Miss Donovan. Greg was irritated at the way his voice nearly stuttered, but to his relief none of the Donovan family seemed to notice.
Good morning.
I have good news for you. His stuttering was forgotten in his excitement. Ive found you a house. Now, I didnt rent it, because its up to you if you want it. It needs a little cleaning up but the price is very good. . . .
Mr. Carson went on to name an amount which caused Kaitlin to blink. This was the very man who had set her salary yesterday and then casually announced to her today that the rent for the house would be swallowing about 90 percent of her monthly income.
Moments before Mr. Carson had come in, Kate and Sean had been discussing the idea of Sean getting a Saturday job. Kate wasnt thrilled with the idea, but if the rents in town were high, they just might not have any choice.