Chapter 12
I’m thankful to Willie for many things, but right now I’m thankful for the journals. I don’t dare date my entries since I hardly know what day it is. It’s still April, I think, and it’s 1850. Somehow, out here the calendar doesn’t matter much.
First thing this morning, before the others were awake, Willie altered her green gingham dress so it would fit me and that’s what I’m wearing now. I’ve learned that the hems of our dresses are sewn an inch higher than would be considered proper in polite society, but for women on the trail the shorter length makes it easier to move. I’ve been ordered not to touch my blue dress again until we arrive West. Willie informed me that she has taken one of her finer dresses along for the journey, which she also won’t wear until we’re safely in O
