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And dont you be grinning at each other as though you were actually pleased with yourselves. Its too bad youre too big for a trip to the woodshed. Oh, Mr. Riggs, Kate reached and touched his sleeve, all teasing gone. Who is that little boy?
Thats Joey Parker. Youll meet him tomorrow.
How old is he?
I think about nine or ten.
Why did you ask, Kate? Jeff piped up.
I noticed him outside the church but didnt see him come in. Im glad Ill meet him tomorrow. Kaitlin watched as the boy walked across an open field. His clothes were filthy and his hair hung limply in his eyes. Kate wanted to hold him in her arms forever.
Both Rigg and Jeff refrained from telling Kate what a rough home life Joey hailed from. At the same time, they were both very happy for Joey that a new schoolteacher had been found and he could, at least for a few hours every day, be away from his father.
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Thank you, Mister . . .?
Hodges.
Thank you, Mr. Hodges.
Youre welcome, Miss Donovan. You dont know my wife, but when she gets a bee in her bonnet, well, lets just say theres no stopping her.
It was late afternoon on Sunday and one of the men from the church had just arrived at the Taylors with a wagonload of household goods.
I know this is quite a pile, so I thought if youd come along with me and show me your house, Id deliver it right to your door.
Kaitlin seemed to be in a state of shock so Rigg answered for her. Why dont we both go with you. He helped a silent Kaitlin into the wagon and they both listened as Mr. Hodges explained why his wife had sent so much.
Both of our mothers are dead and you always want to hold on to some memories, but weve an attic full of things that havent been touched in years. The wife couldnt see any point of them sitting there any longer. You might want to air the quilts, but I think youll find them in good shape.
Im sure theyll all be wonderful, Kates quiet reply caused Mr. Hodges to look over at her on the seat beside him, and then to Rigg. He spoke, after his attention was once again on the road, a smile in his voice.
I dont suppose thered be any point in writing to my unmarried son and reminding him that he hasnt visited in a spell.
No point, Mr. Hodges, no point at all, Rigg answered without hesitation and didnt bother to look at Kates facehe knew she was smiling. That knowledge made him the happiest hed been since he met her.