She picked up her steps and trotted down the road. Thankfully she’d recovered from her scare the other day. Ruth had called flying over a meadow in a runaway buggy “an adventure.” It certainly had been an adventure all right, one he didn’t care to repeat. Normally he’d be on his way to the buggy shop, but he remembered last night that he’d planned to fix the window in the schoolhouse before Ruth and her students arrived this morning. Last week, it had fallen down without warning several times, and he’d told himself he needed to fix it before school reopened. It just kept slipping his mind. So he’d left home early, planning to stop at the school, fix the window, then head over to Kline’s for half a day’s work. He was grateful for his new job. The supplies to repair the school hadn’t been cheap, and he had purchased them all on credit. He intended to pay everyone back as soon as possible. That meant working as many hours as he could. It would help if he had another job.
