The Bartender's Mail Order Bride
“As the dishes were cleared and put away, Mrs. Allen stifled yawn after yawn but refused not to help.
She smile when Meg said, “Please, Mrs. Allen, I can finish the remainder. You must be exhausted after your journey, even with a rest.”
Mrs. Allen smiled gratefully and squeezed Meg’s hand. “I do believe I will take you up on your kind offer. I surely do need to be rested for tomorrow.”
“Yes, we will need to go into the mercantile tomorrow to work. I hope you don’t mind,” Sam said, his ears turning a little bit pink, Meg noticed.
“Oh, that will be fine. I’d like to come and visit, though, and see what it’s like.”
Meg and Sam exchanged quick glances. His mother was behaving exactly as they’d expected her to, and they had made a bit of a plan.
“It will be quite busy in the morning, Mrs. Allen, as it’s the first day of the week.
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