She’d been pacing the kitchen floor for the last ten minutes, periodically going to the window to see if he had arrived. “It was nice of Noah to invite you out for the day. It’ll be good for you and the kinner to have some fun.” Faith whirled around at the sound of her mother’s voice. She hadn’t realized anyone had come into the kitchen. “I–I’m sure the girls will enjoy themselves.” Mama’s eyebrows furrowed. “And what about you, daughter? Won’t you have a good time, as well?” “I suppose I will.” “Noah’s a nice man, don’t you think?” Faith shrugged. “It will be interesting to see how Christmas trees are grown,” she said. No use giving Mama any ideas about her and Noah becoming an item. Her mother grunted and helped herself to a cup of the herbal tea she’d brewed a few minutes earlier. “It wonders me the way our English neighbors put so much emphasis on bringing a tree into the house at Christmas, then throwing all sorts of fancy decorations and bright lights onto the branches.
