dress. âThe same color as her eyes. And when a bride wears blue it means her love will be true.â
Elizabeth sighed. âOh, Ruth, my love will be true no matterââ
âYouâre right,â Clara said to Ruth. âYour mother does need a pretty blue dress for her wedding day.â
âBut we havenât even set a wedding day,â Elizabeth reminded her. âFor all I know it might not be until next year.â
Clara waved her hand at Elizabeth. âNow, Iâm sure you have shopping to attend to. Ruth and I will take care of this little matter ourselves.â
Elizabeth just shook her head, and chuckling at how her mother and daughter had just joined forces against her, she went off to see what she could find on her list.
The men, wanting to make good use of the first part of the day, arrived later in the afternoonâjust in time for the potluck picnic. Asa and Matthew came in the wagon, and Elizabeth almost asked why Brady hadnât come. But then she stopped herself. Of course, she knew. As a colored man, Brady had not been accepted into the community. And although this wasnât surprising to Elizabeth, she still felt badly for Bradyâs sake. His life, it seemed, would continue to be an isolated one. Sometimes she wondered if he missed the old days, when James had kept numerous slaves to help with the farm. But even thinking of this felt foreign to her now. And wrong.
âI figured you womenfolk would need a wagon to haul all your wares back,â Asa teased as they were sitting out in the churchyard to eat.
âI still want to go back for a couple of things,â Clara told him.
âSo do I,â Elizabeth said. âI got to thinking they might run out of sugar before the next shipment arrives.â
âMaybe we should have brought two wagons,â Asa teased.
Clara gave him a dismissive wave as they walked away.
âNext year will be different,â Elizabeth said to Clara as they returned to the mercantile. âBesides eggs and dairy products, weâll have grown our own produce for trading.â
âAnd perhaps weâll have a couple foals by then as well.â
âYou think so?â Elizabeth wasnât so sure. Matthewâs stallion and their only hope of a sire had foundered on the rich grass shortly after they arrived. âIsnât Storm still having trouble with his feet?â
âHeâs much improved, but his back feet are still very tender,â Clara told her. âHowever, Asa mentioned that the Thompsons have a very nice stallion that heâs considering.â
âReally?â
âHeâs already making arrangements with Mr. Thompson to take Penny over for a visit. Iâm sure he could take Molly too.â
âHas he seen their stallion yet?â Elizabeth trusted her fatherâs sensibility about horses, but she was surprised heâd agree to a sire heâd never seen.
âNo. But Mr. Thompson claims heâs a handsome horse.â
âWell, as much as Iâd love a foal by next year, Iâd prefer to hear Fatherâs assessment of the Thompsonsâ stallion after heâs seen it.â
âThatâs wise.â She chuckled. âAsa might very well get Penny over there and decide to bring her right back home.â
âI expect that Storm should be recovered before long.â
âAnd we do know his bloodlines,â Clara agreed.
âIt would be so wonderful to have foals by next year.â Elizabeth was well aware of the value of a good horse in these parts. Selling a yearling could be more profitable than a bumper crop.
They were nearly to the mercantile when Flo came over to speak to them, proudly pointing out where Bert had started to build what would one day be their home and blacksmith shop. âIt donât look like much yet, but Bert says it will have a roof by Thanksgiving. And heâll put a tall front on it like the