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We got a letter from Aunt Maureen, Marcail told him.
Good for you. He smiled at Marcail and touched her shoulder.
Kaitlin thought he was one of the nicest men shed ever met. Good-looking, too. Of course she believed that Gilbert and his brothers were all handsome, with their light blue eyes, medium brown hair and tall, lean physiques.
Im glad you came by. A few things were delivered yesterday from the church folks and I wanted to take them to your house. Are you headed home now?
Were going to the mercantile, Marcail informed him.
But we can go right home if you want to meet us there.
Theres no hurry, he said with a smile. Why dont you give me a time and Ill meet you then.
Oh no, Gilbert, we dont want to put you to any trouble Kaitlin began but stopped when his eyes told her he was close to laughter.
What time? The question was asked again. Kate suggested ten-thirty before turning and moving down the street, a little bemused, wondering what Gilbert must have found so funny.
Gil watched them walk away, his eyes still smiling. One of these days, Katie Donovan, he thought to himself, youre going to understand that the look in Riggs eyes when hes near you, makes you and your family very special.
Kate wondered how many times she would be able to walk into Riggs Mercantile and not feel a sense of wonder. It was all so delightful. She loved to look at the farm tools, the counter laden with jars of penny candy, paint suppliesfrom stove-pipe enamel to paint brushes of every conceivable size. There was a large selection of toys, with baby dolls and tea sets of fine china. You could find sports and fishing equipment and even a selection of ladies intimate apparel.
Kaitlin never stayed in that section for very long, but she was very curious and a little envious of women who wore muslin nightgowns trimmed with lace, or taffeta and silk underskirts with camisoles bordered in scarlet ribbon.
This is pretty, isnt it Katie? Kaitlin was brought out of her dreams when Marcail picked up an underskirt piped in pale blue ribbon.
It sure is. The girls exchanged a smile of understanding. Even if their father were here and working steadily, he would not have allowed such an extravagant purchase.
Watching from his office, Rigg knew exactly what the girls were looking at even though he couldnt hear their words or see what they were holding. Sensing that he might be invading their privacy, he turned and sat at his desk.
Rigg believed it to be totally improper to give clothing to a woman who was not his wife, but the smile hed seen on Kates face led him to believe that such a gift would bring her great pleasure.