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Holly awoke, suddenly aware she was alone in the house. Where was everyone? Were they at work already? That wouldn't do. Even if it was her first full day on the farm as Frank Motherwell's wife, Holly had to pull her own weight. Quickly, she dressed, brushed her hair, and then braided it and wound it into a bun on top of her head.
She went to the kitchen and put a large kettle of water on to boil. She noted with satisfaction that the wood stove's fire was well laid up and would burn for several hours. What this family needed was fresh bread.
She set out to make a sponge and laid that aside, covered with a dish towel, to rise on a shelf next to the stove. Once that was done, she allowed herself a moment of rest and glanced out the kitchen window. In the distance was Emily feeding the h
