“You are getting so big. Look, your feet are coming out of the basket.” She tickled the baby’s feet. Much to her satisfaction Janie kicked and smiled. The baby had grown quite a bit in the past month. Since the house was clean, the laundry done, and dinner simmered on the stove, Rebecca decided to go to the Millers’ store. Maybe Mrs. Miller would have a bigger basket or something even better to carry the baby about in. Then she thought of her hair. She’d told Grace she didn’t care who saw her with her hair down, but the truth was she did. “How can I fix my hair so that it’s up and respectable?” she asked Janie as she pulled it back into a ponytail and then twisted it to create a knot. Her gaze looked about for something to hold it into place. If only she’d thought to grab a hat or something this morning, she chided herself. Not seeing anything, she looked out the door and into the backyard. The thought that she could use a stick brought a grin to her face. Why not? If Eliza could wear birds, flowers and all kinds of other outdoor things on her hats, then why couldn’t she use a stick to hold her hair in place until she could get to the store and buy more pins?
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