"Why not?" responded the older woman. "Your mama is a capable woman. When she puts her mind to something, it is likely to happen."

"But people around town are saying it's a crazy ideaa"just a silly dream," Felicity dared to state.

"An' who's sayin' that?" asked Hettie, her eyes flashing.

Felicity shrugged. "I don't know. I just hearda""

"Well, you don't listen none to such talk. You hear? Folks should at least give your mama a chance to prove herself."

"I sure hope it works," said Jennifer slowly. "I like it here."

Hettie sighed as she lifted a pan of corn bread from the oven. She liked it too, and if the town folded, as folks said it was sure to do, she and her Tom would be without work along with everyone else.

"Well, your mama has been doing all she can. She has sent off a number of letters to see what kind of interest there might be in a tourist town here. We have about as nice a location as one could want. Beautiful mountains, pretty lakes, nice fishing streams. Your mama has summed it all up in her letters."

"But tomorrow is Papa's last day of work," Felicity reminded Hettie.

"Not quite. A couple dozen men will be working for a while yet, tearing down the mill. Your papa still has work until that is done and the machines are shipped out of here. He says that it will take him another two or three weeks to get all that done."

"But by then everyone else will have moved away," pined Felicity.

"Not everyone," replied Hettie.

"Well, most. Some of our friends have left already."

"Some folks don't have much faith," said Hettie.

Jennifer lowered her head. She wasn't sure just how strong her own faith was, but she wouldn't admit as much to Hettie.

"Here's your milk and corn bread," Hettie offered. "Stay here in the kitchen with it so you won't bother your mama. She's busy with her letter writing."

"What's she writing about now?" asked Felicity.

"She's still trying to find someone who would be interested in buying the hotel and giving it a face-lift."

"That old thing?" said Felicity. "Who'd want that?"

"Well, if this becomes a tourist town that *old thing' could be worth a lot of money."

Felicity shrugged and lifted her milk gla.s.s. She wasn't convinced.

Julia and her committee worked doggedly. A number of the ladies had reconsidered Julia's idea and decided that her plan, exciting as it sounded, was just not feasible. They had families that needed to be fed and clothed nowa"they could not wait for some future venture to pay off. Julia's committee now consisted of just eight ladiesa"eight determined ladies bent on saving their town, their homes, and their dreams.

Chapter Six.

Baring the Heart Julia straightened her bent shoulders and pushed back a wisp of wayward hair. She had always loved gardening. Had always filled her flower beds with summer flowers. Had always planted a garden to supply her family with fresh vegetables. But the plot she worked over now was much bigger than any she had taken on before. She was thankful that Tom had prepared the soil for planting. Already her back ached and her knees felt bruised from kneeling.

She stood up and removed the glove from her right hand. I'm almost half done with the planting, she told herself, hoping to feel a sense of accomplishment. But all she felt was weariness. "I have over half of it to do yet," she sighed, unable to keep from stating the negative way of looking at it.

She lifted a hand to remove her garden hat and tossed the hat to the wooden bench under the lilac bush.

"I need a break," she admitted. "I think I'll see if Hettie has a cup of tea."

Julia went directly to the kitchen, stopping only long enough to get rid of her gardening shoes. Hettie hated to have dirt tracked into her spotless kitchen.

"My, you look exhausted," Hettie said in alarm when Julia stepped through the kitchen door.

Julia smiled. "Guess I'm not good for much when I can't even plant a garden," she admitted with a chuckle.

"You've always had a gardena"just not a whole farm, that's all," Hettie replied in defense of her employer.

"Well, I decided it was time for a cup of tea," Julia admitted and crossed to the kitchen sink to wash her hands.

"It's a shame Tom can't help more," went on Hettie.

"Poor man! I shouldn't have had him doing all that spading. How is his back?"

"An embarra.s.sment," admitted Hettie. "He feels so bad that his back gave out and you have to do the plantin' yourself."

"Now you tell him not to worry about that," Julia said firmly. "Besides I plan to get myself some help. As soon as the girls are home from school I'm going to teach them to plant. Their young backs can bend much more easily than mine."

Hettie nodded as she bustled about the kitchen preparing the tea.

"Oh, Hettie," Julia moaned, her voice low and worried. "I won't mind the work one bita"if ita"if it just works out."

Hettie placed the pot of hot tea on the kitchen table and took the chair opposite her mistress.

"You're still worryin'?" she asked.

"Well, I try not toa"buta"franklya"I have no idea if anyone will ever want to come to our little town for a vacation. If it doesn't worka"I've got these poor women believing in a dream that can never be. It would be better ifa""

"Now you stop your fussin'. At least you're tryin'. No one will fault you if it doesn't work out."

"I've prayed and prayed," continued Julia, "and I'm still not sure I'm doing the right thing."

"Well, if it isn't, you can still do as the others. Quit and move." Hettie made the comment with a bit of contempt for those who had so easily given up.

"Oh, Hettiea"if you only knew the times I would have gladly quit and moved. Even now Ia"I would be glad to go ifa"if only it wouldn't be so hard on John."

Hettie's eyes looked up to study Julia's face above the teapot she held.

"Do you know the first thing that came to his mind when he told me the news?" Julia asked. "The house. Leaving the house. I hadn't known how important it was to him until then. Ifa"if it wasn't for thata"I'd move tomorrow. There are other houses."

The creases in Hettie's forehead deepened.

"Oh, I know," Julia hurried on. "I love this house tooa"but for me ita"it isn't the house that brings happiness. It's the ones you share it with."

Hettie nodded and pa.s.sed Julia her tea.

"You see, I've always lived in a big house. Bigger and more elegant than this one. Wea"we rattled around in it. After Mama died there was just Papa and me and the servantsa"and Papa was rarely home. Do you know what, Hettie? I used to love walking along streets where the houses were small and crowded together and children played in tiny yards and mothers leaned over fences to chat with one another. I listened to the laughter and the chattera"and even the childish squabblesa"and I envied those people until I was ashamed of myself."

Julia stopped to stir sugar into her tea, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

"It wasn't that I didn't enjoy all the nice things in our big house," she went on. "It's just that ita"it wasn't as important as having a family to love. But Papaa"Papa always felt that fine things were so importanta"and he taught me to appreciate nice things too. But if I have to do without one or the othera"things or familya"things don't seem very significant."

Hettie pa.s.sed her mistress a linen handkerchief and Julia wiped her eyes and nose.

"John never had a big housea"or nice things. His folks pioneered on the prairie. He spent his first years in a sod shanty. He was twelve years old before they even had a wood floor, he told me. His mother had to carry water from the stream and carry chips for her fire. She did her laundry in a big tuba"on a metal scrub board. Even after they moved into the wood housea"with real gla.s.s panes in the windowsa"she still had none of the things that make life easier."

"Many women did that," recalled Hettie, thinking of her own mother.

Julia sipped the sweet tea from her china cup.

"For our first few yearsa"I did it too," admitted Julia, thinking back. "It really wasn't so bad. A lot of worka"but I had the time to do it. Although John never let me carry the wood or the water. He always got up early to carry in the day's supply before he left for work. It's funny, but I have never felt as loved and cared for as I did in those first few years."

Embarra.s.sed by her own comment, Julia stirred on her chair. "Ia"I don't mean that I don't feel loved now," she explained quickly. "John still looks after me in every waya"but we shared and planned in a different way then. We only had each other. Johna"John looked after me, and Ia"I cooked anda"and did his laundry and cleaned his house. We didn't have you for the kitchena"or your Tom for the gardensa"or Rose to help with the cleaning and serving. I guess there is a different feeling when you do the caring for each othera"with your own hands."

Hettie nodded that she understood as she poured Julia more tea.

"You know, Hettie, if my girls don't have all the nice thingsa"if they have to rough it just a bit witha"with the man each chooses to marry, I won't feel sorry for them. If they really love each othera"if they work together to make a homea"even a small, simple place that is their own little havena"if they care enough to seek the happiness of each othera"then I will consider them blessed.

"I have been blesseda"more than I realized," Julia continued. "I have had both. A lovely home and a loving family. Maybe I have had more than my share. Maybe I haven't had the sense to be as thankful as I should have been. G.o.d forgive me if I have taken it all for granted."

Hettie was about to defend her young mistress again, but Julia kept talking.

"Well, no more. I have sorted out many things in the last few weeks. This I know. G.o.d is still in charge of my life. He knows what I need and what is just pleasant baggage. If I must forfeit the baggagea"I will not pout. But since it is important to John, I will do my best to hold things togethera"for hima"and for the girls."

Julia stood up and brushed her hands over her coa.r.s.e gardening skirt.

"Now, I must get back to the planting," she said, "if we are to have that big garden we will be needing."

"But shouldn't youa"?"

"I will only plant a couple more rows before lunch," Julia answered Hettie's unfinished question. "Then I will wait for the girls to get home. It will be good for them to know how to plant a garden. I had to learn on my own. They should know how to do such thingsa"and they might even learn to love it."

Julia smiled at Hettie and moved toward the door.

"Thanks for the tea." Then she hesitated, one hand outstretched to the doork.n.o.b. "And thanks for the listening ear," she said softly. "I needed to talk. I guess I still miss my mother."

After the door closed softly behind Julia, Hettie allowed her own tears to fall.

Jennifer and Felicity were thrilled to learn that they could partic.i.p.ate in the planting.

"I will make the rows and you can drop in the seeds and cover them," instructed Julia, and both girls squealed with delight.

"Now change into one of your play dresses and meet me in the backyard."

The girls soon rejoined their mother, eager to get started. Julia was already stretching the cord from one stake to the other to mark a new row. She liked things neat and orderly and would have been ashamed to have a garden with vegetables growing in crooked lines.

"Can we take off our shoes, Mama?" called Felicity.

"Your shoes?" exclaimed Julia.

"Please," begged Felicity. "The Carlsons all had their shoes off when they worked their garden. We saw them. The dirt doesn't get in the shoes then."

"But your stockings will get filthy," Julia argued.

"You take off your stockings too," Jennifer explained to her mother.

Julia frowned. "Isn't it awfully hard on your feet?"

"Janie says it feels great," answered Felicity.

"Very well," agreed Julia. "If you musta"then remove your shoes."

Both girls hurriedly took off their shoes and stockings. But Felicity and Jennifer had never run about barefoot before, and their tender feet did not find the lumpy garden dirt as pleasant as did Janie Carlson, who spent most of her summer enjoying the outdoors without shoes or stockings.

Jennifer winced as she made her way across the soil, and Felicity gave her a deep frown. "They'll get used to it," she whispered hoa.r.s.ely.

Jennifer nodded. This was a new adventure, and if she spoiled it, Jennifer knew that Felicity would be cross.

"Now," explained Julia, "come here, both of you, and I will show you how to scatter the seed. One of you will plant, and the other will cover. Then you can change jobs."

After a mild argument, the girls decided that Felicity would plant first. Both girls bowed over the open row while Julia showed them how to plant evenly, sparingly, so that the seed would grow properly. Then Julia demonstrated the careful attention needed in covering the seeds.

"This is important work," she told the girls. "It must be done carefully and well if we are to have a good garden."

The planting began. Felicity traveled along the row on her hands and knees, dropping the seeds with careful precision. Jennifer followed, raking the soil gently back over the seeds, then patting it down to bed them.

It wasn't long until Julia saw that Jennifer was limping, but she said nothing. The work carried on. Then Jennifer was at the edge of the garden, sitting on the gra.s.s as she replaced her stockings and shoes. Julia still made no comment, but she heard Felicity whisper, "Softy!"

"You wait," answered Jennifer. "You're on your knees, crawling along on your skirt. Wait until you have to walk on this stuff."

The three worked on. Julia expected the girls to plead for release, or at least to find an excuse to take a break from their work, but to her surprise they seemed to enjoy the task. Though Felicity too donned her stockings and shoes after a few trips across the garden soil.

"How long did Janie say it takes to get used to it?" Julia heard Felicity ask Jennifer.

"She didn't say," whispered Jennifer.

When Julia had designed her final row, she leaned on her hoe and watched Jennifer scatter carrot seeds and Felicity cover them with dark, warm soil.