Maggie nodded.“I do enjoy sewing.I will let you know when I do.”
Maggie and Belle headed back to Belle’s house.“I don’t know what I’ll make for supper,” Maggie said, frowning.
“Take some of the venison.You helped with it, so part of it belongs to you.”
“Are you certain?”
“I am.And now that the forage has dried up, I’ll be doing more hunting, and I hope you’ll be helping me again.It was so much easier with two of us to share the burden.”
“Did I really help that much?”
“Yes!”Belle told her.“I couldn’t have done it all on my own.”
“Will you only hunt deer?”Maggie asked.
“I’ll hunt just about anything.I save the bullets for the deer, but I can do some bow hunting for rabbits and smaller game.I draw my line at bears though.I have no desire to kill and skin a bear.”
“It would be a lot of meat though...”
“So are deer.”
When they reached Belle’s house, Maggie chose some of the venison for her supper before heading home.She wasn’t certain what she wanted to do with it, but she was thinking about a roast with some of the Eskimo potatoes.She was surprised at how much she enjoyed them.
As soon as she was home, she hid the flannel under her nightgowns.She was quite certain James would never look there.
Then she set about cooking supper.Soon, James would be home, and they would have two whole days together.She was surprised at how very excited she was by the prospect.
Being married was a great deal more enjoyable than she’d imagined.The matron who had run their orphanage had made marital relations sound like the most horrible thing imaginable.Maggie thought for a moment about how funny it would be to write the matron a letter, telling her how much she enjoyed being with her husband, but she knew the matron wouldn’t find the letter funny at all.Some people had no sense of humor...
