Homespun Bride

100 Homespun Brideplace on one of the many kitchen shelves or the tins oftea. A few quick sniffs helped her to find Tilly’s favoriteblend.While she worked, she heard the younger girls clatteringdown the hall from the library and questioningCook.What had the doctor said? She plucked an oven mittfrom the top drawer next to the stove and strained tolisten.“The doc has said nothing yet, only that the fallshould have killed him. Perhaps there is still hope.”“What if Papa n-never w-wakes up?” Minnie’s thin,fragile voice held a note of pure anguish.Footsteps pounded up the stairs, drowned out bysobs.“Angelina, Mama said we all had to stay downstairs,”Minnie called out. “Angelina, I’m telling onyou.”“I don’t care.” The strike of shoes on the staircasehad to be Angelina’s, while Minnie cried.I know exactly how much it hurts to lose a father.Lord, I hope You can spare her, spare them all, thatpain. She hurt for them in too many ways to count, thisloving family who had taken her in as their own. Shehad done her best to accept a similar hand the Lord haddealt her, but she truly prayed that the Worthingtonfamily would have better favor.She carefully located the teakettle’s handle and liftedit with the mitt, intent on keeping the kettle level so asnot to spill boiling water all over the stove, the floor andher dress. She was concentrating so hard that she didn’tnotice a strange burning smell until after she’d returnedthe kettle to the back burner. Her skirts had gotten too