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- Whatever Tomorrow Brings
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- The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
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- The Taylor and Donovan Families—1871
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- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
Father and son grinned at one another and then Bill told Rigg he was praying for him.
Thanks, Dad, thanks a lot.
Kate lay in the bed next to Marcail and knew she should get up. Shed had a very restful night that started almost as soon as her head hit the pillow. Heavy sleeper that she was, shed been gone until morning.
She had wanted to pray and tell God everything she felt about Marshall Riggs, but her body had had other plans. Now this morning she couldnt think beyond getting ready for school on Monday.
Her mother had always planned for the following week on Saturday, and so that was what Katie planned to do today. She had brought the classification register that Mr. Carson had given her. She said a quick prayer of thanks for Seans job, and asked protection for him as he worked, and then slipped out of bed. The thought of getting dressed made Kaitlin stop and pray again.
She pleaded with God about wisdom over wearing black for a year. It was easier for Sean, who simply put a black band around the sleeve of his jacket. But for her and Marcail, it was a major wardrobe change. Marcail had one black dress and Kaitlin had two. She also had a dark skirt but only a white blouse to go with it. The rest of her things, as well as Marcails, were lightweight summer prints.
She stood for a moment, and then the decision was made. She would wear whatever was clean on any given day and sew the lace collars and cuffs back on her black dresses.
After having a huge breakfast and exploring the farm with Marcail, Kaitlin was back in the house to work on her lessons. A thrill shot through her as she opened the register and began to read, careful to pass over the percentages of the students. She didnt want any preconceived notions when she walked in that door Monday. Each student would have a fair chance to prove himself.
Kates eyes skimmed over the names. There were eight students listed under Upper Form, ranging from age 12 to 17. In the Middle Form there were nine children listed, their ages were 10 to 13. At the bottom of the page was the listing for Primary Form, the ages being from 7 to 11 and totalling eight children. Adding Sean and Marcail to this list would give her 27 students.
Kaitlin went on to study the recitation program, taking note of who recited forenoon and afternoon. In an honest attempt to know as much as possible, she read every word of the teachers reports. She wanted to ease the transition for this class.
Around mid-morning May came back from the shipping office where she and Marcail had gone with the boys. They didnt disturb Kate in the living room, but it wasnt very long before the unmistakable aroma of freshly-baked cookies floated in to assail her senses.