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you bought me today.   I didn’t expect it.”
                “You
gotta have clothes, shoes, and some nice things for a change.   Ned would kill me if’n I didn’t treat you
good.”
                She
laughed.   “Yeah, he would.   I wish he could have been here today.”
                “Me
too, but he knows, so don’t worry so much.”
                “I’m
sure he knows I’ve arrived by now.   Hopefully I’ll get a letter from him.”
                “Maybe,”
Clint said, urging the horses faster.   He couldn’t wait to get back home.   He hated towns, just like he hated not telling her Ned was gone.”
                “Thank
you for my knitting yarn, embroidery thread, and material.”
                “You’ll
make me a find home.   I have no doubt
about that.”
                “Uncle
Ned thought stuff like that was frivolous.”
                “Where
did you learn to sew and do all those things?”
                Callie
sat up a little straighter.   The
schoolteacher in town taught me.   I
helped her with the little kids and she said she’d teach me to knit, sew, and
embroider, since I didn’t have a mamma to teach me the things girls need to
know.   She was a nice lady and still
teaches back home.”
                “That
was mighty nice of her.”
                “I
can’t wait to get started either.   After
I get dinner over and clean up the house, maybe I can sit by the fire tonight
and start the curtains.”
                “I
don’t expect you to work every minute of the day.   You can do just about anything you want anytime of the day or
night even.”
                “I’ll
take care of my duties first.   It makes
it more fun that way.”
                Clint
laughed.   “Whatever you say.   You’ll have time tomorrow since I will be
going over to a ranch a few miles from home to break a couple horses.   I won’t be back ‘til supper time.”
                “I’ll
pack you a lunch to take with you.”
                “That’d
be right nice.”
                Callie
smiled when she saw the house come into view.   They were home and she felt like it was home.   Clint had made her his wife and bought her all the stuff she
needed to make it a home for them both.   Before long, they’d have curtains at the windows, doilies, and cushion
covers, and it’d be right pretty.
                She
jumped down as soon as Clint pulled the wagon to a stop and ran back to start
carrying in their stuff.   She couldn’t
wait to get supper started and go through her things.   She heard Clint laugh as she ran into the house, her arms
full.   He came in with a load and went
back to get more.   When he had
everything carried in, she shooed him out to the barn and quickly got the steak
frying and peeled the potatoes and snapped some green beans and set them on to cook
with a few slices of bacon.
                While
she waited for the food to cook, she got the sewing basket Clint had bought her
and looked inside.   The thread was so
pretty in different colors and she couldn’t wait to ply needle to material.   She felt like a kid in a candy store.  
                She
moved back to the stove and then remembered to put on the apron he had bought
her.   She wanted to keep her wedding
dress on for supper.   It just seemed
fitting.   It had pockets and everything
and she knew it would come in handy when she washed the clothes and hung them
out on the line.   She could fill the
pockets up with clothespins.
                When
Clint came in, she had the table set and everything ready.   She even baked a spice cake.   “I hope you’re hungry.”
                “Starving.   The colt is doing fine too.   Healthy little thing.   What do you think we should name