““You’ve been awfully quiet lately,” Pru said one afternoon as summer drew on. “Keeping to yourself a lot.” “I’ve been studying with Widow Porter.” Elizabeth hardly paid attention to her friend; her mind was filled with thoughts about the creation of a new spell. “Takes up a lot of my time.” Pru crossed her arms. “You mean you’ve been spending as much time as possible running into Nat Porter.” Embarrassment flushed Elizabeth’s cheeks—not at loving Nat, but at being so easily seen through. “We ha...rdly see each other at all now,” she said. “Widow Porter makes certain of that.” “And she’s not wrong to do it. You understand that much, don’t you, Elizabeth?” With a sigh, Pru propped herself on the fence, near where Elizabeth was contending with the milk cow. “Honestly, I can’t imagine what you’re thinking.” Elizabeth’s little cousins had woken her three different times during the night. She hated milking the cow, which was stubborn and cross, and smelled bad.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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