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told him that she meant business.  Reggie said nothing as he turned around and walked back through the production room.
                  Abby hopped nimbly down from her chair and sat in it.  She settled her nerves and started her work.  She hoped that Reggie wasn’t going to make trouble for her.  Abby felt a little bad about yelling at him, but she’d had more than enough and she was tired of being the butt of some of the jokes around the place.  Some of the people thought that she received special treatment since Reggie was an assistant supervisor, but as far as Abby knew, that wasn’t true.
                  Her day went quickly enough and there were no incidents.  She hadn’t seen Reggie except in passing and he simply nodded and walked on.  Abby was glad that he’d finally gotten the hint.  When she went home, Abby did some chores around the boarding house.  Mr. and Mrs. Mickelson gave her and Betty a cut on their rent if they helped out.
                  That suited her just fine since her job didn’t pay all that much.  Abby saved money any way she could and had a decent amount of money in the bank.  She would need it to travel to wherever she found a husband.  She’d been looking for one for a long time, but though she’d exchanged some letters, nothing had ever come of them.  As she settled into bed for the night, Abby hoped that this ad would be different.
     

Chapter Three
     
    Dear Montana Man,
     
                  My name is Abby Porter and I live in Wabasha, Minnesota.  I work at the button factory here.  It’s not glamorous but it keeps the bills paid.  I live in a boarding house where I do chores and such in exchange for reduced rent.  I’m very frugal.  Your ad said that you enjoy good books and sunrises.  I adore books and I’m always up before dawn.  I don’t seem to require much sleep.  Everyone says that I’m hyper and I guess they’re right.  I can’t sit still most of the time, even when I’m reading.  We have an excellent library here.
                  Children are definitely in my plans and I’m twenty-four years old.  I’m about five feet, five inches tall and I weigh about 130 pounds.  My hair is dark brown and my eyes are blue.  I like to dance.  Do you?  I go to the dances here, but they don’t have them all that often.  My parents passed away when I was eleven and my Aunt Dawn finished raising me.  I have a brother, but he lives in California.  I miss him.  He’s a great guy.
                  It must be great to own your own store.  I’ll bet it’s fun to stock the shelves and then watch what people buy.  I don’t know how big Dawson is, but I’m sure that you know most of the people since they shop at your store.  Are you able to remember their names?  Some people can’t.  I remember names right off.  I’m not sure why, but I do.  I can handle money very well, but I can’t do algebra and that kind of math.  I’ve tried and I stink at it.
                  Are there a lot of cowboys there?  We have some around here and a lot of Sioux Indians, too.  I speak some Sioux.  Do you have Indians there?  I would love to meet them if you do.  Do you like animals?  I do.  I’d like to have a dog one day.  I had one when I was younger but he died.  I miss him.  What is your absolute favorite book?  I’ll tell you mine when you tell me yours.
     
    Sincerely,
     
    Wabasha Woman
     
    PS.  I’ve enclosed a penny for your thoughts.  I hope you’re still on sale by the time you get this.
     
                 
                  Joe had told Elliot to watch for the letter that was the most unusual and answer that one.  Elliot finished reading Abby’s letter and figured that it was the most unusual letter he’d received thus far.  Her erratic yet intelligent style of writing amused him.  She bounced all over the place and it