Chapter 20
Hope Chest
Uncle William and Papa struggled under the weight of the heavy box as they maneuvered it into the parlor. Ornate engravings embellished the honey-colored wood.
“Be mindful of the edges,” Aunt Margaret commanded.
After they lowered it to the floor, she inspected the piece with a fine-eyed precision. “I instructed the craftsman to create the finest trunk in the county, I certainly don’t want it to be scratched before you can put it to use.”
“Again, I offer my gratitude for the handsome gift,” I said, eyeing the chest with trepidation.
“Only the best will do for my niece. Forthwith, we shall commence to packing it with your necessary provisions. You are fourteen years old, well past the age when most girl’s trousseaus are completed.”
The chest was quite nice, hand
