Family of Her Dreams. Keli Gwyn

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СКАЧАТЬ I don’t want your help, after all.”

      He eyed her with suspicion. “You don’t?”

      “No. This is a special job, and you’re still quite young. I don’t think you could pick flowers without breaking their stems or crushing their petals.”

      He rammed his fists against his sides and scrunched his face in a sour-pickle expression. “I could, too.”

      “What do you think, Mrs. Carter? Should we let him try or have him sit with Lila and watch while you pick the flowers?”

      Luke snorted. “I’m not a baby. I’m a big boy. Papa says so, and he knows everything.”

      The snowy-headed woman looked from him to Tess and back again, understanding dawning. “I reckon we could let him try...if he promises to be careful.”

      “I won’t hurt them. I’ll show you.” He raced around the corner of the house. Lila bounced on Mrs. Carter’s ample hip as she hurried after him.

      With the children occupied, Tess had the house to herself once again. She donned her apron and plunged her hands into a tub of hot water. Determined to get the mountain of dirty dishes washed quickly, she attacked an encrusted dinner plate with such fervor that soap bubbles formed on the water’s surface. Normally she didn’t relish the scent of lye soap, but today she welcomed anything strong enough to cut the lingering stench of the sulfur.

      What could she prepare for supper that would overpower the horrid smell and fill the air with tantalizing aromas? When she was out back, she’d noticed a garden with a healthy crop of weeds mounting a takeover. Perhaps she could find some ripe vegetables among those that had rotted on the vines. That would be a start.

      “Lord, You know how much I need this position, so please show me what You’d like me to prepare.” If He’d led her here, as she believed He had, surely He could provide her with inspiration.

      She was eager to impress Mr. Abbott, so he’d hire her. Although he was a bit on the dour side, he struck her as a fair man. Working for the handsome stationmaster could prove to be a distraction, but she was more than willing to deal with that.

      Twenty minutes later Tess dried the last bowl, put it in the cupboard and hung the damp dishtowel on its peg. She delivered lemonade to Mrs. Carter and Luke, who’d picked enough flowers to fill two vases.

      He leaned back against the porch railing, his ankles and arms crossed, looking adorable despite his dirt-streaked face. “We picked whole bunches of flowers, and I didn’t hurt none of them.”

      Tess smiled. “You did a fine job, Luke. I’ll have to tell your papa what a big help you’ve been.”

      The little boy beamed, seemed to think better of it and assumed a stoic manner so like his father’s it was all she could do not to laugh. She shifted her attention to Mrs. Carter, who sat in a rocking chair with Lila in her lap. “If you’re content to enjoy the shade and the cool drink, I’ll get to work on the meal.”

      “We’re fine, dearie. Chasin’ after these young’uns the past week plumb wore me out, so I’m happy to sit here and keep ’em out from under your petticoats.”

      Normally Tess would welcome the children’s help. She had wonderful memories of working alongside Josette, the cook at the orphanage, when she was a girl. However, since this meal had to be exemplary in order for her to secure the position, she would leave Luke and Lila in Mrs. Carter’s care.

      Wending her way between the rows of the garden with basket in hand, Tess found what she needed to prepare a light but tasty soup to start the meal.

      Luke raced around the house and hollered. “A wagon’s coming, and it’s not Papa.”

      She set her bounty by the back door and followed Luke to the front of the house. A wagon rumbled down the rutted road toward them. The young man beside the driver waved. “I wonder who they could be.”

      The rhythmic creaking of Mrs. Carter’s rocking chair ceased. She joined Tess at the porch railing. “Looks like that German man and his son from over yonder.” The widow waved her free hand toward the parcel of land to the east. “The young fellow speaks right fine English, but his father ain’t learned it so good.”

      The wagon approached the house with a jangle of harnesses. The driver parked beside the porch. “Guten Nachmittag. Ve haf Lachs.” The stocky older man reached in a pail and pulled out a fish large enough to feed Mr. Abbott, his children, Mrs. Carter and Tess with some left over. “Ve haf much. You must some take.”

      “See what I mean?” Mrs. Carter muttered.

      Tess smiled. “I believe he said ‘good afternoon.’ It appears he’s sharing his catch with us.” She knew just what to make for supper. The Lord had evidently heard her prayers.

      The driver’s son, a young man about eighteen, jumped to the ground. He took the fish from his father, wrapped it in a cloth and held it out to her. “We didn’t catch them. They came up on the train. When Vati saw them, he got this one for Mr. Abbott. A gift. Vati knows how difficult it is for a man to lose his wife and be left with children to raise on his own. He wanted to do something to help.”

      Tess took the fish and nodded at the older man. “That’s kind of you, Herr...”

      “Mueller,” the young man offered. “He’s Wolfgang—” he jabbed a thumb at his father “—and I’m Frank.”

      “Well, thank you both. This is a godsend.”

      “I’ve met Mrs. Carter—” Frank nodded in the widow’s direction and shifted his attention to Tess “—and you must be Miss Grimsby.”

      “Yes, I am. I hope to become Mr. Abbott’s housekeeper. How did you hear about me?”

      “Mr. Flynn over at the railway station told us about you. It seems you stood out. There aren’t too many women in Shingle Springs as tall as a Hopfenpfosten—a hop pole.” He grinned. “I wish you well. I know from helping Vati build the large pen beyond Mr. Abbott’s barn that he can be an exacting boss, but he’s a fair one.”

      Mrs. Carter huffed. “If he’s to be her boss, she’d best not spend her day yammerin’ with the likes of you. She’s got a supper to fix.”

      Tess chuckled. “As much as I’ve enjoyed meeting you, Mrs. Carter has a point.” She bid the Muellers farewell and headed for the kitchen, eager to fillet the fish.

      Some time later Mrs. Carter and the children joined Tess.

      “That supper of yours is smellin’ mighty good, young lady. What’re you fixin’?”

      “We’ll start with julienne soup. Then we’ll have the salmon sprinkled with black butter, served with herbed potatoes and tomato slices. I found fresh peaches in the pantry, so I was able to whip up a pie for dessert.”

      Lila, who sat on a blanket in the corner, squealed.

      Mrs. Carter smiled, proving she had a kind heart beneath her brusque manner. “Sounds like she’s happy. Let’s hope her papa is, too. I’m more’n ready to leave this place in your hands and get back to mine.”

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