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- Dear Marcail
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Marcail held the door open, and then followed Mrs. Duckworth inside. With the older womans back turned, Marcail took a moment to wipe her damp palms together. She then realized with a start that she was wearing a pink calico dress and her hair was hanging down her back. Mrs. Duckworth was taking in the small house and didnt notice Marcails look of chagrin.
Please, the young hostess said, suddenly remembering her manners, wont you have a seat in the living room?
Marcail had to force her hands to her sides. The temptation to wring them and flutter about was nearly overwhelming. What did this woman want? A sudden thought came to her, and Marcails heart thundered with concern.
Mrs. Duckworth, is everything well with Sydney?
Cordelia took in Marcails suddenly pale features and felt the first stirrings of warmth for this woman. She also noticed the way the living room was set up like a bedroom and felt guiltnot a comfortable emotion. Into what had she forced this young couple?
Sydney is very well, Mrs. Montgomery, Cordelia finally answered her. I thank you for asking.
Marcail was so relieved she sat down in a chair. A moment later she was up again, mentally chastising herself for her breach of manners.
May I get you some coffee, or something else to drink?
No, I wont be staying Cordelia stopped mid-sentence, realizing how thirsty she was. Some water, please.
Marcail hurried to serve her. After shed watched Mrs. Duckworth refresh herself, she sat once again and waited, this time in silence.
Im sure you must be curious as to the reason for my visit, Cordelia started, and Marcail determined to listen. I realize we are many days past August 1, but I wondered if you might consider teaching again this fall.
Marcail bit her lip. This reason for the older womans visit had passed through her mind, but she had dismissed it as impossible.
Why? was all Marcail could think to say.
Why Cordelia seemed taken aback.
Yes. I mean, you must have looked for someone else, and I know you really dont want me as your teacher. Quite frankly, I dont think I could take another year like the last, another year of not having the whole town behind me. It was so hard to teach that way.
Cordelia looked ashamed. Richard was right; she had set herself up as a kind of queen in this town, and everyone hated her because of it.
Last year is behind us, and I promise you it will not happen again. Richard is taking some of the properties off of my shoulders and
Is that what you want? Marcail knew shed interrupted and been impertinent to boot, but suddenly this invincible figure was showing feet of clay, and Marcail was not as intimidated as shed been before.