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If Kate looked in the mirror once, she looked 15 times, to see if shed picked the right outfit for the first day of school. She was downstairs an hour before it was time to leave, pacing and biting her nails. May watched her push her breakfast around and reached out and touched her arm.
Is there anything I can do to help you relax?
Thank you, Mrs. Taylor. I guess Im just excited. Ive never taught without my mother. It feels strange.
Youll do fine. And Im sure if your mother knew, she would be very proud. Kaitlins eyes grew moist and May bent over the table to give her a hug.
Nathan drove the wagon when they finally left the farm. Marcail sat in the back holding the lunch tin that May had packed for everyone. They stopped quickly at the post office to mail the letter to Aunt Maureen and then were, of course, the first to arrive at the schoolhouse. As soon as Kate saw the building her nervousness disappeared. Nate noticed the change in her and smiled. She was in her element now and everything was going to be fine.
Katie, where will I sit?
I dont know. Maybe Nathan can help us with that. They were inside now, and Kaitlin opened the windows next to her desk for some fresh air. The morning was nippy but she didnt even consider lighting the potbellied stove; she had always loved crisp morning air.
Nathan, will you give me a quick rundown of where everyone sat when Mr. Wright was here?
Sure. I sit back here with the older kids. The Middle Form kids are around in here and the little ones are in the front rows. Mr. Wright kept these two desks empty for any of the older kids who stepped out of line. He sometimes used the bench in front for the same thing. Nathan blushed suddenly as if hed said too much, but Kate thanked him and gave him her warmest smile.
Nate, were there any empty desks?
Taking a moment to reflect, Nate thought he could remember three. He pointed them out. One was in the middle of the room.
Well, Marc, it looks as if you might be right here. Why dont you sit down and if no one claims that desk its all yours.
The little girl look thrilled and Nathan smiled at her. When hed first heard that the schoolteacher and her sister were coming to live with them he nearly groaned. But Miss Donovan hadnt turned out to be anything like he thought she would be. She was really nice and sometimes even looked a little lost. He figured that was probably why Rigg was acting so funny. Rigg was a sucker for lost kittens and such.
Nate looked over at Marcail and smiled again. She was nice, too. Not at all a brat like hed expected. It was like suddenly getting a sweet little sister.