It means a great deal to have the resources to teach properly. Yates nodded, his expression becoming more serious. There's something else I wanted to discuss with you if you have a moment. Faith glanced at Emma, who was happily making her whistle sing different notes. Emma, why don't you take your whistle outside and practice while Mr.
Turner and I talk. Stay where I can see you through the window. Once Emma had skipped outside, Faith turned back to Yates. Is something wrong? Not wrong, exactly.
He seemed uncharacteristically hesitant. I heard there was some unpleasantness today with Sam Wilson regarding Emma. Faith sighed. Childhren can be thoughtless sometimes. It was handled by Alice Henderson.
I understand not by you. His tone was gentle, not accusatory. Faith, I want you to know that if anyone child or adult gives Emma trouble about not having a father, you have my full support in setting them straight. That's very kind, but it's not kindness, he interrupted, his voice firm. It's basic decency.
No child should be mocked for circumstances beyond their control. He paused, his expression softening, and no mother should have to defend her child's worth alone. Faith felt a lump forming in her throat. I appreciate that, Yates, truly. But I've been handling difficult situations on my own for some time now.
I know you have, and you've done it admirably." He took a step closer, his eyes never leaving hers. But you don't have to anymore. Not here. Not with me nearby. The intensity in his gaze made Faith's heart race.
There was something in his expression, a tenderness, a yearning that both thrilled and frightened her. She wasn't ready for this, for the feelings he stirred in her. Yates eye. She faltered, unsure what to say. He seemed to sense her uncertainty and stepped back slightly, giving her space.
I'm not asking for anything, Faith. I just want you to know that I meant what I said that day in the store. I'll be here for both of you in whatever capacity you'll allow. Before Faith could respond, Emma burst back through the door, her cheeks flushed with excitement. Mama.
Mr. Yates. There's a kitty outside. I think it's lost. Sure enough, a small tabby cat was skullking near the wood pile beside the schoolhouse.