We have been working from before dawn until after dark every day except Sundays, trying to get the corn in. It has rained a few times, but Papa and the boys have to work even in the rain. The aunts and uncles and cousins left after the first two days of harvest, but they have returned once to help.
The man who came to our door on the first day of the harvest was in church on Sunday and he brought his two children with him. I recognized him right away, even though I only saw him for a moment the day he came to our house needing directions. I was surprised to see him at church. Mama decided he can’t be all bad if he goes to church and Papa invited the three of them to supper afterward.
His name is Thomas Sheridan and he hails from the east, from Washington. He is tall and stocky with dark brown hair and a beard. He reminds me a bit of Papa, though of course Papa is much older. He doesn’t say much, but he has a lovely smile and his children are well behaved. There is a girl and a boy. The girl is Adelaide, but Jesse, her brother, calls her Lady. They are very sweet.
Mama has asked them to return next Sunday for supper after church. I confess I’m looking forward to their visit.
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