mouth curved into a smile that made his pulse trip all over itself. She placed the book she held on her desk. “You are from the city, Reverend Calvert. You will soon learn in a village as small as Pinewood that one knows all the residents and everything that happens.” She brushed her fingertips together and minuscule bits of chalk dust danced in the stream of sunlight. “I dare say I knew within ten minutes of the time you descended from your carriage and carried your bags into the parsonage that you had arrived.” She gave him a wry look. “But, I confess, I did not know you were coming here this morning.”
“I see.” He lifted the left side of his mouth in the crooked grin his mother had called his mischief escape. “So I have managed a ‘coup’ of sorts by bringing the children to school?”
She stared at him a moment, then looked away. “So it would seem. Have these children names?”
Her reversion to the formal, polite tone called him back to his purpose in coming. “Yes, of course. This is Joshua—he’s six years old.” He smiled down at his nephew. “And this is Sally.” His niece pressed back against his legs. He placed his hands on her small, narrow shoulders and gave a reassuring squeeze. “She’s five years old, and feeling a little overwhelmed at the moment.”
The hem of the teacher’s gown whispered over the wide plank floor as she came to stand in front of them. She looked down and gave the children a warm, welcoming smile he wished were aimed at him. “Hello, Joshua and Sally. I’m your teacher, Miss Wright. Welcome to Oak Street School.”
Miss Wright. She was indeed. Matthew frowned at his burst of whimsy. Miss Wright, with her narrow, aristocratic nose and small square chin, was wreaking havoc with his normally sensible behavior. He was acting like a smitten schoolboy.
Children’s voices floated in the door. Their light, quick footfalls sounded on the steps. The voices quieted as five children entered and bunched at the doorway to stare at them.
“Come in and take your seats, children. We have a lovely surprise this morning. You are going to have some new classmates.” The teacher gave a graceful little gesture and the clustered children separated, casting surreptitious glances their way as they moved toward the bench desks.
Matthew drew in a breath and hid the pang of sympathy he felt for Joshua and Sally. “I’d best be going, Miss Wright.” She looked up at him and that same odd jolt in his heart happened. He hurried on. “The children have slates and chalk. And also some bread and butter for dinner. I wasn’t sure—”
She smiled. “That is fine.”
His pulse thudded. He jerked his gaze from Miss Wright’s captivating eyes and looked down at Joshua and Sally. “Be good, now—do as Miss Wright says. Joshua, you take Sally’s hand and help her across the street when you come home. I’ll be waiting for you.” He tore his gaze from Sally’s small, trembling mouth and, circling around three more children filing into the schoolroom, escaped out the open door. The children needed to adjust to their new situation. And so did he. What had happened to him in there?
* * *
“Miss Wright!”
Willa halted as Danny Brody skidded to a stop in front of her. “Miss Hall wants you.” He pointed behind her, then raced off.
Willa turned, saw Ellen promenading toward her and fought to hold back a frown. She loved her lifelong friend, but sometimes the pretentious ways she had developed irritated her. Still, one couldn’t blame Ellen for parading about. She was the prettiest girl in town now that Callie Conner had moved away—and one of the biggest gossips. If this was about Thomas again—
“Gracious, Willa, why were you walking at such an unseemly pace? If Danny weren’t handy I never would have caught you.”
“I have to fix supper, then help Mother with the ironing.” She shifted the paper-wrapped package of meat she held to her other hand for emphasis. “Was there something you wanted, Ellen?”
Excitement glinted in her friend’s big, blue eyes. “I wanted to tell you the latest news. Father told me that the new pastor is a young man. And nice-looking.”
“He is.” Willa gave an inward sigh and relaxed. She should have guessed Ellen had stopped her to talk about Reverend Calvert. The new church and pastor were all anyone in the village talked about these days. Thank goodness. She disliked discussing anything pertaining to God, but at least the church topic had replaced the gossip about her abruptly cancelled wedding.
“You’ve seen him?” Ellen leaned close, gripped her arm. “What does he look like? I didn’t dare ask Father for details.”
She thought back to that morning. “Well, Reverend Calvert is quite tall…with blond hair and brown eyes.” She cast back for her impression of the pastor and tempered her words so Ellen would not guess she had felt a momentary attraction to the man. That would elicit a hundred questions from her friend. “He has a strong appearance, with a square jaw. But his smile is charming.” And his lopsided grin disarming. She ignored the image of that grin that snapped into her head and forged on. “As is his son’s. His daughter’s smile is more shy in nature.”
Ellen jerked back. “He has children?”
“Yes. Joshua and Sally. He brought them to school this morning.” She tilted her head to one side and grinned up at her friend. “How did that important detail escape you?”
“I’ve been helping Mother with my new gown all day.” Ellen’s lovely face darkened. “Father didn’t mention that the reverend was married.”
“Oh.” Willa gaped at her perturbed friend. “Ellen Hall! Surely you weren’t thinking of— Why, you haven’t even seen the man!”
“Well, gracious, a girl can hope, Willa. When I heard the pastor was young and handsome I thought, perhaps at last there was a man of distinction I could marry in this place. I should have known it was hopeless.” Ellen sighed with a little shrug. “I must go home. Mother is waiting to hem my new dress for Sunday. I’ll have to tell her there’s no hurry now. I certainly don’t care to impress a bunch of loggers. Bye, Willa.”
“Bye, Ellen.” Willa shook her head and cut across Main Street away from the block of huddled stores before anyone else could stop her to chat. Imagine Ellen being so eager to marry a “man of distinction” she would make plans toward that end before she even saw Pastor Calvert.
She frowned, hurried across the Stony Creek bridge and turned onto the beaten path along Brook Street. Perhaps she should have told Ellen the truth about Thomas and why their wedding had been canceled. Perhaps she should have cautioned her about trusting a man. Any man. Not that it mattered. Her friend was in no danger from the attractive Reverend Calvert, and neither was she. The man was married. And that was perfect as far as she was concerned. She’d had enough of handsome men with charming smiles.
* * *
Willa tossed the soapy dishwater out the lean-to door then eyed the neat piles of clean, folded clothing that covered the long table against the wall. The sight of the fruit of her mother’s dawn-to-dusk labor over hot laundry tubs and a hot iron kindled the old resentment. How could her father have simply walked away knowing his wife and child would no longer be allowed to live in the cabin the company provided for its loggers? He’d known they had no other place to go. If the company owner hadn’t accepted her mother’s offer to do laundry for the unmarried loggers in exchange for staying in the cabin…
Willa set her jaw, rinsed the dishpan at the pump, then walked back into the kitchen. She had struggled to find an answer for her father’s behavior since she was seven years old, and now she had—thanks to Thomas. Perhaps one day she would be grateful to him for teaching her that men were selfish and faithless and their words of love were not to be believed. But it had been only three months since he’d tossed her aside to go west and her hurt and anger left little room for gratitude.
She plunked the dishpan down onto the wide boards of the sink cupboard, yanked off her apron and jammed it on its hook. Thomas’s desertion