As they drove out of town, Faith noticed several curious gazes following their departure, including Harriet Wilson's disapproving frown from the merkantile doorway. But for once, Faith didn't care what others thought. The crisp autumn day, the anticipation of the festival, and Yates's steady presence beside her combined to create a sense of happiness she hadn't felt in years. The harvest festival in Copper Creek exceeded even Emma's excited expectations. The town square had been transformed with colorful bunting, lanterns strung between buildings, and stalls selling everything from roasted nuts to handcrafted toys.
A band stand in the center hosted musicians playing lively tunes while children darted about playing games and adults chatted in groups, greeting friends and neighbors. "Ice cream!" Emma exclaimed, spotting a vendor with a handc cranked freezer. Can I have some, mama, please? It's a bit cold for ice cream, don't you think? Faith laughed.
Never too cold for ice cream, Yates declared solemnly. One scoop or two, Miss Emma. Two, she replied without hesitation. Faith started to protest, but Yates winked at her. It's a special occasion.
As he and Emma went to purchase the treat, Mrs. Abernathy chuckled beside Faith. He's good with her. Yes, he is. Faith agreed softly.
Better than I could have hoped for. He'd make a fine father. The older woman's shrewd eyes assessed Faith. And a fine husband, too, if you don't mind my saying so. Faith flushed.
Mrs. Abernay, I Oh, call me Betty, please. And don't worry, I'm not prying. Just stating facts as I see them. She patted Faith's hand.
Known Yates Turner for three years now. Never seen him look at a woman the way he looks at you. Before Faith could respond, Yates and Emma returned. The child happily licking a large scoop of vanilla ice cream. They had strawberry, too, Mama.
You want to try some? Perhaps later, sweetheart. Faith accepted the handkerchief Yates offered as Emma's ice cream began to drip. Let's not get your new coat all sticky. They spent the next hour exploring the festival with Emma's excitement growing at each new discovery.
She tried her hand at apple bobbing with limited success but much giggling. Watched in awe as a blacksmith demonstrated horseshoe making and clapped enthusiastically during a short play performed by the local school children. As dusk fell, lanterns were lit throughout the square, creating a magical glow. The band began playing waltzes and other dance tunes, and a space was cleared for couples to dance. "Mrs.