Jake sat again at his last, continuing the somewhat intricate repair to his second pair of boots, and Hannah fussed endlessly with some more darning. Mr Amberley was pretending to read a volume of Shakespeare’s The Tempest, and Blanche sat on the settle beside him, doing nothing except watch the hands of the clock creep slowly around the dial. It had been dark for two hours now, and they were waiting for Sam Baxter to arrive. What if it had all been in vain, and they never saw him again? She got up restlessly, going to the window and raising the curtain to look out. It was snowing again, but not very heavily, and it had yet to settle on the part of the yard that Jake had cleared. Her gaze moved toward the orchard, and the ancient cider apple trees that stood so crooked and stark against the virtually unblemished carpet of white. In a few months those trees would be bright with blossom, and the young grass would be fresh and green, but now, in the depth of winter, it was as if the orchard were dead.
What do You think about A Christmas Courtship (2011)?
