“I declare, Abigail,” Thomas exclaimed. He came from behind her as she stood at the outside door, faintly amused that she’d chosen her yellow day dress to wear. Thomas peaked around her and viewed the dandelions. “You have these men running around in frenzy just to be accommodating.” “I am sure there are more than a few in Charlotte who are exceedingly happy to see the weeds removed from their gardens and fields.” They walked into the sitting room and Tiny Tess was already seated and waiting their arrival. Abigail admired Tess’s beautiful silk and lace violet day dress. She couldn’t recall ever looking as pretty when she wore items so large. She envied her for that. The ringlets in Tess’s hair were curled to near perfection and the locks drawn away from her face with a butterfly hairpin. “You must remember, Abigail, when Mister Winslow arrives you cannot allow your dander to be raised and ruin our ruse. You are Abilene Large, our dear cousin from the North. Do not forget that,”
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