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Alex stopped, his hand on the door frame, and looked back to see Mrs. Brent sporting the most unselfish look hed ever seen on her face.
You take care of that little girl youve got there, she said seriously, because you wont find a sweeter wife in all the county.
Alex grinned in her direction and took his leave. Once in the buggy, Marcail questioned Alex about what Mrs. Brent had wanted. Alex didnt give her a direct answer; he was too busy thinking that Mrs. Brent couldnt be more correct.
The month of July, although slow-paced for Marcail, was hectic for Alex. There were days when they barely caught sight of each other. It seemed the bell rang for Alex nearly every night, and if he spent too much time at home for lunch or left the office early on Saturday, the bell would again seek him out.
On the rare evenings they were not interrupted, Alex often fell asleep in his chair. Marcail never minded. It was a simple pleasure to sit and watch him. It was during one of those evenings that Marcail recognized the first stirring of true love for her husband.
The first of August came and went. Marcail had known deep in her heart that she would not be asked back for the fall term. But when the day actually passed with no word from Mrs. Duckworth, it was harder to take than she anticipated. She found herself praying for the teacher who would replace her. God blessed her willingness to trust Him for the future, and soon Marcail saw His hand when she received a surprise visit from Sydney.
It was August 4, and Marcail hadnt seen Sydney since shed arrived home from Santa Rosa. She had missed him terribly and prayed daily that he would continue to yearn after God. He came directly to the house, and Marcail was a bit concerned when she noticed he had walked rather than been driven in the Duckworth coach.
Hello, Sydney, she greeted him, joy filling her at the shy smile he bestowed upon her. Did you walk all the way from home?
No, just from downtown.
Does your grandmother know youre here?
Sydney nodded, but some of the smile deserted his eyes.
Marcail didnt question his look until he was in the house and seated at the kitchen table.
How are you getting along with your grandmother this summer?
We were doing all right until I found out about you.
Marcail had suspected this might be the reason for his visit. She told you I wouldnt be teaching?
My father came yesterday, and before he left this morning, he and Grandmother had an argument. You could hear them through the whole house. Father was very angry to learn that Grandmother was looking for another teacher. Grandmother was very angry that Father was checking on her business affairs. Tears filled the 12-year-olds eyes. I dont know what Ill do if youre not my teacher.