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scents floated out of the open kitchen windows. Tonight, Rebecca would miss Mamma’s dinner. It would be the first time Rebecca hadn’t eaten with her family.
    Her heart pumped to an uncertain beat. But she’d never let her fear show. Ever since the death of her other little sister, Rebecca had learned to put on a brave façade. Her family depended on her for strength.
    Rebecca’s father grasped her hands and gave them a tight squeeze. She immediately noted that his arms shook. It stunned her to realize that his embrace was more of a nervous gesture than an offer of support. And the expression on his face was anything but encouraging. Rebecca understood his opposition to what she was about to do. Her father’s approval was important to her, and it bothered her to seem disrespectful.
    All of her life, she’d tried hard to please him. They’d never even argued. In fact, this was the first time she’d gone against his wishes. But William was her future. She wanted to be by his side whenever he needed her.
    In a gruff, firm voice, her father spoke. “Be careful, Becca. You know how I feel. I’m disappointed that William hasn’t convinced you to stay. You belong here. In Arthur.”
    He pushed out a frustrated breath. “But you’re of age to make your own decision. We’ve made arrangements with Beth so that living under the same roof with William will be proper. We trust she’ll be a responsible chaperone while you’re with the Conrads. Just come home soon. We need your help with chores.”
    He pointed an authoritative finger. “And never let the English ways influence you. They will tempt you to be like them, Becca. Remember your faith.”
    Rebecca responded with a teary nod. When she finally faced Mamma, she forced a brave smile. But the tightness in her throat made it difficult to say good-bye.
    Mamma’s deep blue eyes clouded with moisture. With one swift motion, Rebecca hugged her. For long moments, she was all too aware of how much she would miss that security. The protection only a parent could offer.
    Much too soon, Mamma released her and held her at arm’s length. When Rebecca finally turned to Old Sam, he stepped forward and handed her a cardboard container with handles.
    She met his gaze and lifted a curious brow. “This is for me?”
    He nodded. “I hope you like it.” He pointed. “Go ahead. Take it out.”
    Everyone was quiet while she removed the gift. As she lifted the hope chest, she caught her breath. There was a unanimous sound of awe from the group. “Old Sam . . .” She focused on the design etched into the lid. “It’s absolutely beautiful! I will treasure it the rest of my life.”
    â€œYou always bring me fresh flowers, so I thought you’d like the bouquet.”
    She glanced at William before turning her attention back to Sam. “I’m taking the miniature hope chest with me.”
    Sam’s voice was low and edged with emotion. “I will pray for your safety. And remember that freedom is not to do as you please, but the liberty to do as you ought. And the person who sows seeds of kindness will have a perpetual harvest. That’s you, Rebecca.”
    Rebecca blinked as salty tears filled her eyes. With great care, she returned the hope chest to its box on the bright green blades of grass.
    Old Sam’s voice cracked. “You come back soon. And if you want good advice, consult an old man.” A grin tugged at Rebecca’s lips. Sam knew every proverb in the book. She’d miss hearing him recount them.
    â€œThank you again. I can’t wait to start putting away special trinkets for the children I will have some day.”
    When she looked up at him, he merely nodded approval.
    William’s voice startled her from her thoughts. “Rebecca, it’s time to head out. It’s gonna be a long drive.”
    Her gaze remained locked with