Chapter Seven
Amelia was on the porch darning Samuel’s socks when a jovial Miss Johanna Remington joined her with a glass of lemonade in hand.
“Getting warm now, isn’t it?” she said, sitting beside the woman with the pile of socks in her lap.
“As well it should be with summer so close.”
The two sat silently for some minutes, Johanna looking every second as though she was about to say something, but it seemed to take some time for her to frame her next remark. Amelia expected it to be something challenging. She too, held out little hope that Samuel’s daughter had changed her character. She could wear a fancy dress now with a great deal of ease and womanliness, but her tongue was as sharp as Amelia remembered. “I hope you’ll not take the incident with my father for something other than i
