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Marcails gaze flew to the faces of the men flanking their sister, but they didnt seem to be the least put out by her remark. Both of them smiled as though Marcail were a dream come true, and reached at the same time to escort her to the wagon. Allie pushed their hands out of the way with an unladylike snort and took Marcails arm herself.
Just ignore them, Marcail, or well be here all afternoon deciding who is to help you into the wagon.
The boys were on hand to see the ladies into the rear seat, and Marcail soon learned that Allie was righther brothers couldnt seem to take their eyes off her.
With both men turning to look at her every few minutes, the ride seemed to take forever. Their actions caused Marcail to stop and think of how few young women she had seen in church that morning.
Allies parents had gone ahead of their children, so dinner was nearly on the table when the young people arrived. Mr. and Mrs. Warren were gracious, hardworking people, and they welcomed Marcail into their home as if she were a long-lost daughter. But when the dishes were passed and everyone began eating without a prayer of thanks to God, Marcail began to wonder if there wasnt something very important missing from the lives of these dear people.
Allie and Marcail took a walk after the meal. Marcail was greatly relieved to escape the interest of the Warren boys. It wasnt that she found them repulsive; they were nice-looking and seemed very kind. But their quiet watchfulness was beginning to unnerve her.
How do you fill your days, Allie? Marcail asked her new friend.
I keep the accounts for the mill and help Mama around the house. I know she likes my company, but she is so anxious to see one of us marry and make her a grandma that it seems thats all I hear.
So you dont really care that much if you get married?
Allie was quiet a moment, and Marcail apologized for intruding.
You didnt intrude, Marcail, but Im not sure a girl like you can understand what its like for me.
I dont know what you mean by a girl like me.
I dont know either. Its just that the girls who have no desire to be married are the ones all the boys chase, and girls like me, who really want a husband and family, cant seem to draw anyones attention.
I guess it does seem that way at times, Allie, but I believe that if God wants a person to be married, then He shows that person exactly whom theyre to marry, and when.
Allie stared at her new friend uncomprehendingly, and Marcail knew that all shed just said was completely foreign to Allie.