Chapter Seventeen
“IT’S EARLY DAYS YET, Meadow. We don’t really know if they’ll ultimately be suited to each other,” cautioned Beatrice.
“Oh, I could tell. There was a spark between them—couldn’t you feel it? Anyway, I’m just happy they’re starting off on the right foot. Now we can only hope that Dan likes healthy food and doesn’t mind wearing homemade clothing. And Savannah and Georgia will be absolutely delighted.”
Beatrice nodded. “They both do really need some breathing room.” She glanced over at the next booth and said, “Let’s check in with Posy. Are you still doing all right with your standing?”
“I’m right as rain,” said Meadow in a convincing voice.
Posy had her own booth at the fair—a vendor booth for the Patchwork Cottage that had a sample of her fabrics, notions, and pattern
