and Mrs. Halsted, Miss Thompson, Miss Priscilla, Iâm very pleased to meet all of you.â
Dora piped up. âIâm Dora.â
Everyone laughed, and tension rushed out of Bridget.
Mr. Halsted dipped his head toward her. âWe are all pleased to meet you, Miss Greene. You may call me Emmett.â
The young ladies had eager gazes. Their smiles pressed into thin, upturned lines, as though they wanted to speak but were forcibly keeping their mouths closed. One even appeared to be holding her smile between her teeth. But all three remained silent.
Bridget wondered why. She dipped her head to the man. âEmmett, Iâm honored. Please call me Bridget.â
âIâm honored.â
âWell, you must call me Winnie,â the sister who wore a burgundy calico dress said.
âAnd me Edith.â In blue calico.
âJust Cilla for me.â Yellow calico.
âI couldnât believe Lindley didnât tell one person in the family about you.â Burgundy calico.
âYou will have to give us all the details about yourself.â Blue calico.
Bridget didnât know which sister to focus on. They practically spoke on top of one another as though a dam had ruptured. And she darenât try to squeeze in a word. There wasnât room.
âYouâre the schoolteacher.â Yellow.
âDora and Gabe told us all about you.â Blue.
âI was a schoolteacher until I married Emmett.â Burgundy.
âHave you lived on the island long?â Blue.
Bridget tried to nod, but the next question came too quickly and several more after that.
Lindley held up his hands. âNot all at once.â
His sisters apparently hadnât heard him and kept talking.
Emmett shrugged, his gaze on Lindley. âYou tried.â
Or maybe they were ignoring their brother? Had he told them ahead of time not to deluge her with questions?
âYour dress is lovely,â one sister said.
Dora patted Bridgetâs dress.
âThe color of your hair is lovely,â another said.
Dora patted Bridgetâs auburn hair.
âEverything about you is lovely,â the third sister said.
Dora squeezed Bridget around her neck. âI love her!â
From his uncleâs arms, Gabe stretched out his hand and touched her shoulder. He apparently didnât want to be left out but knew better than to try to talk while his aunts were engaged.
Lindley tried again to quiet his sisters, to no avail. So he looped Bridgetâs free arm through his and walked away with her.
âLindley! What are you doing?â one of his sisters asked.
âTaking Bridget away from you clucking hens.â
Winnie scooted around in front of them and blocked their way. âNo, you donât.â She took Dora from Bridget and handed her to Lindley. Then she wrapped her arm around Bridgetâs. At the same time, Edith hooked her arm through Bridgetâs now free one. Cilla pressed in behind them, squeezing out the men and children.
And that was how one disentangled a person from a situation. An expert move. Had they planned that?
The sisters ushered her toward the door.
Bridget glanced back at the men. Lindley stood slack-jawed, and Emmett smiled, shaking his head. Dora and Gabe waved.
âYou are coming to dinner.â
âWe have most of it prepared.â
The ladies jostled around to all get out the door. Not one of them looked back to see if the men and children were coming.
âWe made a pie and a cake and cookies last night.â
âWe didnât know what you preferred.â
Bridget couldnât keep up with who was saying what. âDinner?â
âYes. At Lindleyâs.â
âI hope you like chocolate.â
âWeâll have it ready in a trice.â
âAnd peach.â
âYou wonât have to do a thing.â
âBut his placeâ¦â She couldnât imagine how his small house could accommodate all these people. And
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