she like what they were saying? Was she even now thinking about leaving? He’d worked too hard to coax her into coming!
“No, there’s something wrong,” John said, following them with a stack of cups. “Otherwise he would have answered your question with a joke.”
James shook his head. “Not everything has to be a joke.”
Beth clutched her chest. “What! Where is the James Wallin we know and love?”
“He perished under the weight of Miss Fosgrave’s trunk,” James answered, and his sister and brother laughed.
He was smiling as he returned to the front room. He liked making people laugh. Something about the light in their eyes raised his own spirits. For a moment, he felt worthwhile, like he could do something his more talented brothers couldn’t.
Why couldn’t he make Rina laugh?
He’d seen hints of it, a twitch of those pink lips that suggested she wasn’t immune to his charm. But he wanted to hear her laugh. He wanted to see her eyes brighten, her smile broaden. That, he thought, would be a glorious sight.
He’d simply have to think of another strategy.
As he began gathering up the remaining dishes, Catherine moved to his side.
“I must ask, James,” she murmured. “Why did you choose Miss Fosgrave?”
James glanced to where his mother was showing Rina one of her colorful quilts. “Look at her, Catherine. Nothing rattles her. That’s what we need in our schoolteacher. You know how some of those women would react when they discovered they’ll have three students for the moment, two of which should have graduated the schoolroom years ago.”
Catherine shook her head, pale hair gleaming in the lamplight. “I know our school is unique, and I can see Miss Fosgrave has a presence, James. But she’s quite pretty.”
James eyed her. “It doesn’t require a hatchet-faced spinster to teach a fellow, ma’am.”
“It doesn’t take a beauty, either,” she retorted. “At the moment, however, I’m more concerned with her skills. I want you to join us on this interview. There’s a great deal we must know about Miss Fosgrave before we grant her this position.”
Was she determined to make it difficult? Or was it that she could not trust his decision? “We never asked to see your credentials when you came to take care of Ma,” he pointed out. “You said you were a nurse, and that was good enough for us.”
She blinked. “James Wallin, there are moments when you are positively brilliant.”
James raised a brow. “Mere moments, ma’am?”
She laughed. “Take the victory I’m giving you, sir. I’ll ask her some questions, but I’ll see whether her actions confirm her abilities. It may be that she has a great deal to teach her students.” She eyed James. “And you.”
“Me?” Only the dishes in his arms kept him from raising his hands. “I don’t need schooling.”
“About some things,” Catherine insisted. She turned to motion Rina over, but James felt as if the plates had tripled in his grip. Although he appreciated the light in a woman’s eyes, the gleam in Catherine’s just then had been positively terrifying. Her smile to Rina was even more so.
He was very much afraid his sister-in-law intended to follow through on the threat she’d made at her wedding to match them all up with brides. And she meant Rina for him.
That plan had to be chopped down faster than an ailing cedar. His father’s death had taught him that life was uncertain, unpredictable. The more you clutched close, the more could be taken from you. He had no intention of marrying, leaving behind a wife in sorrow or living with the pain of watching her die. He shoved the dishes at John and tugged down on his waistcoat, preparing for a fight.
Catherine was all encouragement as she invited Rina and Ma to the table, then sat and placed her hands on the worn wood surface. The light from the lamp highlighted the planes of her face. James was glad Simon had excused himself after dinner to tend to chores at his cabin or this interview could have turned into an inquisition. James positioned himself now where he could see Rina. Her color was high, but at his presence or the upcoming questioning, he couldn’t be sure.
“Now, then, Miss Fosgrave,” Catherine said, “you were going to tell us why you wished to become a teacher.”
James leaned closer, eager for the answer. He could almost see Rina’s confidence slide over her like a royal robe. She sat taller, raised her chin and met their gazes in turn. Her gaze only wavered when it touched his.
“I consider it an honor to help children prepare for a better future,” she said.
James nodded, smile hitching up. That’s what they wanted for the school, as well. He glanced at Catherine, who offered Rina a smile.
“And how did you prepare for this honor?” she asked. “Where did you attend school?”
“I received the finest education from personal tutors,” Rina told her. “I am well versed in mathematics, geography, history, literature and science, and I am fluent in French and Italian.”
How could anyone not be impressed with her? He looked to his mother this time.
“A good education,” Ma agreed with a smile, “though I’m not sure what call my children will ever have to speak French.”
“Please don’t teach Beth,” James couldn’t help teasing Rina. “We barely understand her as it is.”
His mother swatted his hand. A smile lifted at one corner of Rina’s pretty pink lips.
Catherine remained relentlessly on topic. “What about references?”
Rina inclined her head. “I have a character reference in my trunk. I can show it to you once I unpack.”
“But no references from previous positions?” Catherine asked with a frown.
Now his mother looked concerned as well. “Have you ever taught school?”
Rina took a deep breath, the satin at her shoulders bunching with the movement. “No, Mrs. Wallin. But I believe I have the skills and determination necessary to make a good teacher. You will find no one more dedicated to her profession.”
James could believe that. Her fervor shone from her eyes. But she couldn’t know how important this school was to his family and to him. This was his chance to make up for what had happened to his father. He still thought Rina had the backbone for the job, but for the first time, he began to doubt he’d made the right choice.
Rina had all but accused him of picking her for her looks, and Catherine seemed to fear as much. Could it be that Rina wasn’t the right teacher for them after all?
Had he made as grave an error in judgment as the day he’d looked away from the tree and missed the branch that had killed his father?
They were going to send her packing. Rina refused to shiver at the thought. She’d already given Catherine and Mrs. Wallin doubts about her abilities. She could see it in their frowns, the way they leaned back from her, Catherine’s cotton gown crinkling. She didn’t want them to think she also had no confidence in her skills.
Even if she did doubt herself on occasion.
“Dedication is all well and good,” Catherine said. “But ours is a somewhat unusual school, Miss Fosgrave. I wonder that someone without experience will know how to deal with the problems.”
“Problems?” Rina couldn’t help glancing at James. He seemed to be examining the lowest button on his waistcoat. Did he doubt her now, as well? Somehow, that made her feel all the more shaky.