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pretty,” Constance complimented.
“This bead is from an old bracelet Reagan found. It used to glisten, but now it's a dull blue,” Rosella said, placing the bead in Constance’s hand.
Rosella, picking up another object, said “My mama gave me this ribbon which she saved from when she was a little girl.”
“And finally my most treasured item!” Rosella exclaimed, pulling out a piece of red fabric.
“This is a scrap from my old Christmas dress which my sister made for me.”
“You have another sister besides Lilly?” Constance asked.
“I used to, she drowned in a heavy current one day when she was washing clothes, but that was a long time ago.”
“How old was she?”
“Ten.”
“I can see why it's so special to you.”
“I wish I had the whole dress, but after Honesty died mama didn't want anything around that reminded her of Honesty, so she ….”
“Rosella, what are you doing up there?” Mrs. Monroe called.
“I'm showing Constance something.”
“Well hurry with the vegetables, the water’s boiling.”
Rosella sighed and continued talking, “Mama burnt all of Honesty's dresses and toys, and this is the only piece I found after the fire had gone out.”
Constance didn’t know what to say to Rosella. She had experienced so much hurt in life, but yet she still acted as if nothing in her life had ever gone wrong.
“Come on, we better get those vegetables down to mama before she gets upset.”
“I kind of know how you feel Rosella. My mother died when I was young,” Constance said as she picked up a sack of potatoes.
“Really? How did it happen?”
“She was hit by a truck.”
“Oh how terrible. What is a truck?”
“I forget that you don't have automobiles here. Well... a truck is a wagon without a horse.”
“How can a wagon without a horse move?”
“It's a little hard to explain.”
Rosella and Constance quietly climbed down to the kitchen with their load of vegetables.
“What were you two doing up there?”
“Rosella was showing me something.”
“Well please come over here now and chop some carrots for me Rosella.”
“I can do it,” Constance offered, picking up the knife that lay on the table.
“Very well then.”
“Mother, you will never guess what Constance told me, she told me that in her country they have wagons without horses!”
“Indeed, wagons without horses? She must have been pulling your leg, Rosella,” Reagan remarked.
“No honest, tell them Constance.”
“It is true, we have wagons that move on their own without a horse.” Constance replied.
“How could that ever be possible?” Mrs. Monroe asked.
“A man invented the horseless wagon; no one uses horses to pull them anymore.”
“How strange,” Mrs. Monroe sighed.
“I still don't believe it,” Reagan muttered as she turned to stir the vegetables.
“I want to ride on a horseless wagon!” Rosella exclaimed.
“Maybe someday you will,” Constance replied.
“Mamma, can I go down to the creek?”
“Alright, run along, but make sure your back in time for supper.”
“I will mama.” And with that Rosella quickly ran out of the house.
Constance sat down and chopped the carrots while listening to Mrs. Monroe and Reagan discuss the weather, local gossip, and the Molters. Suddenly, Constance perked up her ears as the conversation continued.
“So did Silas come calling today?” Mrs. Monroe asked Reagan.
“How did you hear?”
“Mammy May came and told me that Silas was dressed all fancy like, and carrying a bouquet of flowers. She thought he looked to be in the courting mood.”
“Indeed, but I refused him of course.” responded Regan.
“But why? Silas is very nice, strong, and handsome.”
“I don’t like him and I never will!”
Mrs. Monroe lowered her voice into a whisper that could barely be heard.
“Is that really a reason, or are you still waiting on a certain proposal?”
“Yes, but he never seems to notice me,” Reagan replied whispering.
“This bead is from an old bracelet Reagan found. It used to glisten, but now it's a dull blue,” Rosella said, placing the bead in Constance’s hand.
Rosella, picking up another object, said “My mama gave me this ribbon which she saved from when she was a little girl.”
“And finally my most treasured item!” Rosella exclaimed, pulling out a piece of red fabric.
“This is a scrap from my old Christmas dress which my sister made for me.”
“You have another sister besides Lilly?” Constance asked.
“I used to, she drowned in a heavy current one day when she was washing clothes, but that was a long time ago.”
“How old was she?”
“Ten.”
“I can see why it's so special to you.”
“I wish I had the whole dress, but after Honesty died mama didn't want anything around that reminded her of Honesty, so she ….”
“Rosella, what are you doing up there?” Mrs. Monroe called.
“I'm showing Constance something.”
“Well hurry with the vegetables, the water’s boiling.”
Rosella sighed and continued talking, “Mama burnt all of Honesty's dresses and toys, and this is the only piece I found after the fire had gone out.”
Constance didn’t know what to say to Rosella. She had experienced so much hurt in life, but yet she still acted as if nothing in her life had ever gone wrong.
“Come on, we better get those vegetables down to mama before she gets upset.”
“I kind of know how you feel Rosella. My mother died when I was young,” Constance said as she picked up a sack of potatoes.
“Really? How did it happen?”
“She was hit by a truck.”
“Oh how terrible. What is a truck?”
“I forget that you don't have automobiles here. Well... a truck is a wagon without a horse.”
“How can a wagon without a horse move?”
“It's a little hard to explain.”
Rosella and Constance quietly climbed down to the kitchen with their load of vegetables.
“What were you two doing up there?”
“Rosella was showing me something.”
“Well please come over here now and chop some carrots for me Rosella.”
“I can do it,” Constance offered, picking up the knife that lay on the table.
“Very well then.”
“Mother, you will never guess what Constance told me, she told me that in her country they have wagons without horses!”
“Indeed, wagons without horses? She must have been pulling your leg, Rosella,” Reagan remarked.
“No honest, tell them Constance.”
“It is true, we have wagons that move on their own without a horse.” Constance replied.
“How could that ever be possible?” Mrs. Monroe asked.
“A man invented the horseless wagon; no one uses horses to pull them anymore.”
“How strange,” Mrs. Monroe sighed.
“I still don't believe it,” Reagan muttered as she turned to stir the vegetables.
“I want to ride on a horseless wagon!” Rosella exclaimed.
“Maybe someday you will,” Constance replied.
“Mamma, can I go down to the creek?”
“Alright, run along, but make sure your back in time for supper.”
“I will mama.” And with that Rosella quickly ran out of the house.
Constance sat down and chopped the carrots while listening to Mrs. Monroe and Reagan discuss the weather, local gossip, and the Molters. Suddenly, Constance perked up her ears as the conversation continued.
“So did Silas come calling today?” Mrs. Monroe asked Reagan.
“How did you hear?”
“Mammy May came and told me that Silas was dressed all fancy like, and carrying a bouquet of flowers. She thought he looked to be in the courting mood.”
“Indeed, but I refused him of course.” responded Regan.
“But why? Silas is very nice, strong, and handsome.”
“I don’t like him and I never will!”
Mrs. Monroe lowered her voice into a whisper that could barely be heard.
“Is that really a reason, or are you still waiting on a certain proposal?”
“Yes, but he never seems to notice me,” Reagan replied whispering.
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