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- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
After lunch she again caught the students off guard when she called on them, one-by-one, to come forward and tell what they did during the four weeks without school. She had listened to six reports when Leslie raised her hand almost frantically.
Yes Leslie?
Youre writing something down. Are we being graded on this Miss Donovan?
A few of the children snickered over this question and the class was given its first taste of disapproval from Miss Donovan. She stood up and scanned the room with a very stern look. No words were necessary, but a few of the older children looked to Sean, who was giving Kaitlin his complete attention. His look told them she would brook no disobedience.
No, Leslie, youre not. She spoke when she was sure her point had been taken. Im just trying to get to know all of you a little bit better.
The little girl looked so relieved that Kate knew she had an over-achiever on her hands. She smiled at her before calling the next name, which happened to be Joey Parker.
Joey, Kaitlin noted, refused to look at the class. His hands were stuffed in his pockets and his head was bowed. When, after a full minute he didnt speak, she coaxed him in a quiet voice.
You dont need to give us a long speech, Joey, just share a few things that you did.
I went to the creek and I hung around town. The boy beat a hasty retreat back to his desk and Kate thanked him as if hed just shared great pearls of wisdom.
The remainder of the day flew by and Kate could hardly believe it when it was time to dismiss. Nathan and Sean went to get the wagon; Marcail tagged along. Katie was straightening her desk when Rigg walked in.
How did it go?
Oh, it was wonderful. Theyre all so bright and respectful and fun. I mean we really had fun.
Rigg had never heard her talk so fast and was sure she didnt know that she was switching back and forth between Hawaiian and English so fast that he could hardly keep up.
I take it you had a good day? Rigg smiled and asked when she came to a breathless halt. He noticed her eyes were sparkling with joy and knew it was a waste of time to hope that the intensity of his feelings for her would abate.
At that moment he found it hard to believe hed only known her a few days. It just didnt seem possible that he wanted to marry this girl who was almost a stranger. But he did want to marry her and maybe, just maybe, Lord willing, someday hed be able to tell her.