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Once at the house the three of them worked steadily to unload the wagon. Quilts, sheets, pillows, pots, a pack of needles and thread, a few dishes and bowls, two vases, a rug beater, cookie cutters and a cookie sheetKaitlin wondered when it would stop. When they were finished she flopped into a chair and stared at the pile on the bed and table.
Mr. Hodges, please thank your wife for me and tell her Ill look forward to meeting her next Sunday. Thank you for bringing us to the house but you dont need to stay. Ill walk back to the Taylors.
Ill stay too, Rigg spoke up, and smiled at the twinkle that came into Mr. Hodges eyes. He walked him to the wagon where Hodges gave Rigg another box, and told him briefly who it was from.
Rigg left the front door open and set the box on a chair. He then went about forcing open the windows while Kate tried to sort through the piles. All the kitchen supplies went on the shelves near the stove, and then Kaitlin, who found everything fresh smelling, made the bed with the sheets and all three quilts.
While Kate organized, Rigg attacked the stove. He had it going in about 15 minutes, much to Kaitlins delight. Rigg showed her a few tricks and then Kate noticed the box hed brought in earlier.
Whats this?
Mr. Hodges said it was for Marcail. Its from his brother-in-law, who just happens to be the officer who was in front of the mercantile.
Kate looked surprised and then very pleased. Rigg watched as she lifted the lid. Oh, my, she breathed as she brought forth a lovely doll dressed in an adorable sailor suit. It stood about 18 inches tall and the white suit, including the hat, was completely trimmed in plaid. The shoes and socks were removable and when Kate lay the doll back and brought it forward, the eyes opened and closed.
Look at these. Rigg brought Kates attention away from the doll to show her what hed found in the top part of the box, wrapped in paper. He held up one of six tiny teacups and saucers. There was a matching teapot, sugar bowl and creamer. They were intricate in detail and all appeared to be hand painted.
Shes going to love these.
I imagine she will. Are you ready to start back? Mom has probably started supper.
Sure. Let me repack this doll and Ill leave it here for Marcail. She likes surprises.
They walked quietly for the first half of their journey. It was a comfortable silence, and Kate was newly impressed at how gentlemanly Rigg was. He had reached to take her arm several times when the path dipped and once, when a large dog came at them with teeth bared, Kate stepped instinctively close to Rigg, who slid his arm around her. He shooed the dog away with a shout and they were again on their way.