Spring 1823 – A Well Mannered Wayfarer

Magnolia settled the baby at her breast. “Hyacinth went out early. She says she’s plowing the north field but I expect that she will spend more time watching the Hatcher brothers plow their fields than she gets plowed of ours,” she said. She laughed and patted her son’s head.

She looked out the window and frowned. “That dog is back,” she said.