The rain stopped just after the midday meal. “The young ladies will have their bonfire tonight after all,” Concordia said, nodding toward the dining hall windows.
President Langdon brushed crumbs from his chest and tucked the napkin back in his lap, where it all but disappeared under his large belly. “I doubt anything is dry enough to burn.”
She smiled, recalling the firewood and kindling the girls from Willow Cottage had been squirreling away in the tool shed for the past week. “I am sure they will find a way.” A movement across the room caught her eye, and she saw David push back his chair.
Concordia did likewise. “If you will excuse me.”
She hurried to meet him outside the dining hall. “What is your surprise?”
He merely grinned and patted his jacket pocket. “I am in the mood for a
