Her Patchwork Family. Lyn Cote
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of drawings she’d seen of Egyptian queens. And her thick, black eyelashes were perfection. Felicity had been told that a housekeeper would stay until she came. But was this the housekeeper? She’d never seen a beautiful housekeeper before.
Felicity held out her hand, hoping the woman hadn’t noticed her momentary preoccupation. “I am Felicity Gabriel. I’ve inherited this house.”
The woman shook Felicity’s hand, firm and quick. “I been expecting you, miss. Mrs. Barney’s lawyer told me you would be coming any time now. I been keeping things ready for you. I’m the housekeeper, Vista.”
Felicity listened to the woman’s low musical voice with pleasure. Beautiful to both the eye and ear.
“Miss?” the little girl prompted, tugging on Felicity’s skirt again.
“Vista, we have company for lunch.” How would this very neatly starched and pressed woman deal with unkempt, ragged children in this elegant house? This was something she must be able to handle or there would have to be a change. Would she understand how to handle this situation?
The woman considered the children, tapping one finger to her cheek. “Why don’t I bring lunch out onto the back porch? There be a shaded table there. Mrs. Barney liked to eat outside in the summer. And it’s such a lovely September day.” Then Vista nodded toward the door behind Felicity.
Felicity got the message. She was to take the children outside and around to the back porch. And so she did.
Vista met them in the back and greeted them beside the pump. “I don’t allow anyone with dirty hands or a dirty face to eat at my table.” Vista pointed to a white bar of soap and a white flour-sack towel, sitting on an overturned wooden box nearby. Then she began to pump water.
As the water splashed, Felicity slipped off her bonnet and gloves and tossed them onto the nearby back-porch steps. Setting an example, she lathered her hands with the soap, then handed the bar to the little girl. “Be sure to keep your eyes shut so the soap doesn’t sting them,” Felicity cautioned. After scrubbing her face and hands, she rinsed off in the cold water Vista was still pumping. And then, since she’d taken her own advice and shut her eyes, Vista put the towel into her hands.
When Felicity opened her eyes, she looked over to find that the girl was teaching the boy how to lather his hands and face. When they were done, she passed the towel to the children, who left dirty prints on it. The girl said, “I ’member washing up. He doesn’t.”
“Does thee?” Felicity resonated with the impact of that simple but telling sentence.
The girl nodded. “Can we eat now?”
Felicity wondered how she could persuade these waifs to stay. She sensed a deep caution in the girl, wise for her years. Father, guide me.
“Right now, chil’run.” Vista led them to the small round table on the trellised porch, shaded by lavish, bright purple clematis. She went into the kitchen and returned with a cup of coffee, a plate piled high with slices of buttered bread and cheese and two glasses of milk on a tray. The minute she set the plate on the table, the little boy grabbed two slices of bread and shoved one into his mouth as deep as he could.
“Donnie, that’s not good manners,” the girl scolded. “Sorry, miss, but he don’t ’member eating at a table.”
Felicity choked down her reaction. Was eating at a table another privilege she took for granted? “That’s all right. I’m sure he will get used to it. What are thy names?”
“I’m Katy and he’s Donnie.”
Felicity gave them a smile. “Happy to meet thee, Katy. Now I will thank God for this food.” She bowed her head. “Thank Thee, God, for food and friends.”
After that, Vista was kept busy bringing out more bread and cheese. Finally, she murmured to Felicity that she didn’t want the children to eat themselves sick.
After her last swallow of milk, Katy stood up. “Thanks for the eats, miss. We’ll be back later to sleep.”
“Where is thee going?” Felicity asked, rising to stop them.
“We got to go beg. Donnie’s going to need shoes before the snow.” The child glanced down at the little boy’s bare, dirty feet.
“Does that mean thee doesn’t have a home?” Felicity asked.
“No, miss, but I take care of Donnie.” Katy took the boy’s hand and began edging away.
“Would thee like a home?” Felicity blurted out.
Katy stopped and eyed her with suspicion. “What’s the catch?”
“Catch?” Felicity echoed.
Vista spoke up. “The catch is that you got to be scrubbed clean to come inside. I know you chil’run can’t help it, but you have to be scrubbed head to toe before you come in. No vermin allowed in any house I’m living in or cleaning up.”
Vista’s calm but firm pronouncement slightly embarrassed Felicity. But better to start as one plans to go. Katy glanced at Felicity, who nodded her agreement with Vista.
Katy glanced around and then pointed to the door mat. “What about out here? Could we sleep here on the porch?”
Felicity turned to Vista. After all, she was the one who would be cleaning and she was the one who’d brought up the issue of cleanliness.
“You can,” Vista replied, “as long as the weather is warm like this, but if you stay till Donnie needs shoes, you will have to be clean to stay inside.”
“You mean we could really stay here?” Katy asked with an appraising expression.
“That’s why I’ve come—”
Vista cut Felicity off. “We got no chil’run and I need help with chores and such. The gardener has been away so the weeds have started getting thick. If I show you how to weed today, would you pull weeds, not my flowers?”
“And we might need errands run,” Felicity added, catching on. These children had probably rarely known generosity which asked nothing in return. Better to draw them in slowly, gaining their trust. Vista was already proving to be an asset.
Katy nodded. “We got a deal. Where are them weeds?”
Felicity glanced at Vista and lifted one eyebrow, asking her to proceed.
“Over here. I have a garden patch that is choked with them. And I do not like pulling weeds.”
Katy followed Vista down the steps and around the house with Donnie in tow. Relief whispered through Felicity. Vista had displayed a practical kindness and sensitivity that impressed Felicity. And the children were staying—at least for now.
Vista returned and Felicity helped her carry in the dishes. After waving Felicity to a chair at the kitchen table, Vista began to wash them. “I see you are planning to start the orphans’ home right quick.”
Sitting down after eating caused exhaustion to sweep through Felicity and she closed her eyes. “I want to give children who have no home a place, a safe place to grow up strong and good.”
“That’s why Mrs. Barney left you this house and all the money?” Vista glanced over her shoulder.
“Yes, she came to Pennsylvania and we worked together coordinating movement on the Underground Railroad. She was a wonderful woman. And she was certain that many children would be left orphaned by this dreadful war.”
“And just generally, too?”
Felicity nodded, blinking her eyes to keep them open. “Will thee stay with me and help?”
Vista gave her a sidelong glance. “I got no plans to leave…yet.”
So Vista was sizing her up, too. Felicity stretched her tight neck and sighed.
“I got a room ready for you upstairs,