“They must want a schoolmarm really bad,” Steve murmured as he and Sharps unloaded the last of the boxes from the Foxes’ wagon.
“Yep. They’ve been without one for a while, and this is the time for the young’uns to be in school.”
The entire town council—all five of them—had brought over the contract and waited patiently while Frank, who introduced himself as Mrs. Fox’s lawyer, looked it over. He’d been satisfied with it, and once Mrs. Fox had signed the paper, the town council took possession of it and escorted her to the cottage they’d promised would be hers.
“You’re coming, aren’t you, Sharps?” Bertie had asked.
“Sure am. As a matter of fact…” Sharps had gazed at all the others, and Georgie had grinned.
“We’re all going to help your mama get settled in,” Georgie had said.
“They told
