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"My pleasure, I haven't fussed over much in the past few years. It gives me great pleasure."
But as they were leaving, they heard someone giving a speech. Cora pulled around the town square and listened. "Why it's a traveling preacher."
She listened and then she had an idea.
She pulled her buggy up to the post and tied them while she got down. "I'll be right back just wait for me." She told Willa.
When she came back, she was smiling ear to ear.
"Well, I got you and Clay fixed up."
"What do you mean?"
"The preacher, he's coming to my house on the weeks end, and you and Clay can be married in my house. How does that sound."
"In your home? We can do that?"
"Yes, many do it. Preachers are still not everywhere, and this would work out much better for the two of you than going into town to get married. I may have presumed too much, but, believe me, it will cause less hassle for you."
"It sounds wonderful!" Willa cried.
"I only hope Charlie and Clay agree. They might think I butted in, where I don't belong."
Willa reached for her hand, "You are a wonderful friend and I do not believe you butted in, you have done a wonderful thing. How can I repay you for your kindness?"
"Just be happy, you and Clay. That's payment enough." Cora chuckled.
Chapter Fifteen
When they returned Charlie was playing with Elan and Clay was just finishing up on the room.
Clay invited the women to look at it.
"Oh, it is beautiful." Willa cried. There was a lovely bed with a beautiful quilt on it, a stove to warm by, a rocking chair and a chest of drawers. Willa couldn't believe it.
"Did you make all this furniture?" Cora asked.
"No, some of it was Ma's. The rest we made." Clay told her.
"Now you'll have to improve on the rest of the house," Cora informed him with a huge smile on her face.
Clay frowned as he looked around the room and into the living area. "Well, it won't look right one room looking so much better than the others, now will it?"
"That might have to wait a while, we've got to bunch up the hay soon. And we are going to build a smokehouse."
"I've always wanted one of those," Cora murmured.
"Well, maybe we can arrange that too."
When they sat down to enjoy the roast, Cora joined them. "I guess we better tell you. We've got the wedding pretty well planned. I didn't mean to just butt in, but you see, we ran into a traveling preacher and he's coming next weeks end to marry the two of you at my house. How does that sound?"
Charlie glanced at Clay.
Clay smiled and reached to kiss Cora on the cheek, "It sounds better than I'd hoped for."
Cora smiled. "I was afraid you'd think me too presumptuous."
Charlie shook his head, "Never, getting these two married was going to be a chore for us to handle. I'm glad you stepped in and did it. I guess weddings are something kind of strange to men."
