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Marcail had been careful to consult her father on all the correspondence she received, and in just a matter of days, Patrick advised her to take the job in Willits. It was a long way from where they were now living in Visalia, but not too far from Katie and Rigg. And with the strict code of dress, Father was certain the townspeople would be upright and moral.
Marcail had plenty of time to grow nervous as the train drew ever closer to her destination. She had prayed for most of the journey and worked at overcoming her anxieties. There was so much she could panic over if she allowed her mind to wander; little things, like living alone for the first time, taking care of all her own finances, and being the sole authority in the classroom.
Marcail had known responsibility for numerous tasks over many years. She had always risen to the occasion and seen to every need, but she suddenly found herself asking, what if something entered her world that was beyond her control? What if she became sick or the schoolhouse burned down?
Marcail realized she was working herself into a fine frenzy and immediately prayed for calm. It was true that any of those things could happen, but worrying about them would change nothing. If and when the time came to handle any and all disasters, she knew the Lord would lead and guide her to His good work.
She was completely calm by the time the conductor called Willits as the next stop. As the town came into view, however, Marcails heart began to pound once again. This time there was no fear, only excitement.
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Marcail peered through the window as the train pulled into the Willits station. There was nothing unusual or remarkable about what she could see of the small town, but the fact that it was her new home made it, along with the moment, a thing to be treasured.
The train came to a complete stop. Marcail stood in the aisle, her carpetbag in one hand. As she stepped forward, her heart beat against her ribs so hard she was certain the fabric on her dress was moving. She glanced down at her simple black gown with the long sleeves and high collar, and suddenly found herself hoping it would hold up under the censuring eyes of Willits school board members.
There were a few other people disembarking with her at the train station. Marcail, wanting to soak up every person, every nook and cranny of this small town, smiled and greeted anyone who met her eyes.
Her letter of introduction, held firmly in one hand, said she was to locate a Mr. Stanley Flynn. He was, the letter explained, the local banker. Because Marcails only piece of luggage was her one overstuffed bag, she carried it in one hand and the letter in the other.