Rachel sent to the Dempseys’ as governess and tutor, my proposal
I got so wrought up in my distress that I could no longer concentrate on my tinwork. I put down my tools and without a word to either Charles or Little Will or even the hired man, walked out the shop and into the house to beg forgiveness from Rachel. She was not in the kitchen, nor was Mrs. Bringhouse. Had the two of them gone to market? Then I went quietly around behind the hearth and into the dining room, thinking she might be setting out the dinnerware. But that work I saw had been done already, the glazed plates and bowls and polished silverware all in their places on the long trestle table, with benches on the two sides, and chairs for Mr. and Mrs. Bringhouse at either end. Had she gone back into the lesson room? But th
