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- Whatever Tomorrow Brings
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- The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
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- Dedication
- The Taylor and Donovan Families—1871
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- Sean Donovan
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- Visalia and Santa Rosa Families—1876
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- Dedication
- Willits and Santa Rosa Families—1881
- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
Offended by his rough treatment, Marcail would have started a wrestling match if Kaitlin hadnt stopped them.
The afternoon found the entire school on a walk. The older children had been put into specific charge over the younger and they ventured forth in small groups to find items that were on their spelling list.
When one was spotted, the find was reported to Miss Donovan and she marked it off the list. Nearly everyone found at least one item and the outing must have been a huge success since the children begged to make it a weekly trip. Kate, in her soft voice, restored order and said that she would consider it.
After school, the moment Kaitlin hit the door, she began supper preparations. She was a woman with a mission and in less time than she expected her efforts paid off. There was no butter for the biscuits or meat for the beans and rice but it was all pretty tasty and she and Marcail were able to eat their fill. Feeling proud of herself, she packaged up the leftovers for lunch the following day.
That night was prayer meeting and even though Kate did not feel up to the walk, she and Marcail started out in time to be there. Rigg, who told her she should have waited for a ride, brought her home. She told him in all honesty that it hadnt occurred to her and realized she hadnt thought of Sean all afternoon.
With her head so fuzzy, she figured the best place for her was bed. As usual she slept soundly. Breakfast was another fiasco and this time it did make them late to school.
Im sorry Im late this morning, class. Ill certainly make an effort not to let it happen again. I want to thank you for all being in your seats. Im proud of the way Kate stopped talking in mid-sentence because Joey Parker had come in late and put an apple on her desk, causing her to look at her desk for the first time that morning.
Her actions in front of a few of her students yesterday at lunch came sharply to mind as she stared at the array of food covering her desk top. Cans and boxes of food, baskets with napkins hiding treats within, two casserole dishes and a few fresh fruits. Tears filled her eyes at the tender hearts of her students. She took a moment to get herself under control.
If I could choose any class, anywhere in the world to teach, I would pick this schoolhouse with you. Please accept my thanks and also pass it on to your parents for their generosity.
The faces of the children before her told Kaitlin shed said the right thing. Smiling, her gaze encompassed the room.
Good morning, class.
Good morning, Miss Donovan.
Another school day had begun.
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