It was a sparkling clear autumn day when Concordia set out for the far sheep tracks on her bicycle. She felt the eyes upon her again, as she cleared the quadrangle and made her way up the hill. Pedaling felt awkward, as she wasn’t wearing her bicycle outfit of knickers and leggings. She would soon be leaving the bicycle behind, however, and slipping through a gap in the far gate, with Eli’s help. She couldn’t possibly visit the Adams household in her bicycle attire. It showed a shocking amount of leg.
Eli was waiting for her on the other side of the gate, and helped her slip through. He handed her a large basket. “Ruby says these scones, with her special honey butter, would unlock some tongues in the kitchen.”
“That woman is a treasure.” Concordia took a quick look under the gaily-check
