A Bride for David by Kimberly Grist

Author:Kimberly Grist [Grist, Kimberly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-03-10T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

On making lists…

“A forgotten negative sign or a small miscalculation can lead to

the entirely wrong answer. In life, pay attention to the details.”

- Miss Daisy Leah Murphy.

After spending an hour touring and admiring the house, Memphis agreed that although beautiful, it lacked a welcoming atmosphere. “You wouldn’t believe some of the items Mike and I discovered in the attic of the home he’s restoring. Why don’t we take a look in yours?”

Marigold reached for Daisy’s and Memphis’s hands. “Can I come too?”

“Of course. We’re going to need your help.” She winked at the young girl.

“You are?” The child’s dark eyes widened.

“Yes. I don’t know how to get in the attic.” Daisy tapped her chin.

“Over here, silly.” Marigold ran ahead and opened the center door in the hallway.

Gathering their skirts, Daisy and Memphis followed Marigold up the steep attic steps into a small room with a miniature window and slanted roof. “This reminds me of our old bedroom,” Daisy joked.

Memphis stood in the center of the room and spread her arms wide. “There’s not much headroom. But plenty of storage space.”

Daisy blinked to accustom her eyes to the dark room. A ray of sunlight illuminated dust particles, floating toward numerous crates and chests pushed against an angled wall. “Why don’t we begin with the trunks?”

Marigold skipped toward a large chest and ran her finger along the row of brass buttons nailed into the wooden planks. “Henry will like this one. He has a book about pirates.”

“What’s the name of your brother’s book?” Daisy took the young girl’s hand. “Do you remember?”

Marigold tapped her finger on her cheek. “Treasure Island, but I like ‘Thumbelina’ and the stories in my fairy-tale book.”

Daisy gave Marigold an encouraging nod. “If you’re willing to share your book with me, I’d love to read a story with you. Would you like that?”

“Yes.” Marigold grinned, then scowled. “Can we look in the chests first?”

“I like the way you think.” Daisy knelt next to the trunk and opened the lid. “Oh my, dishes.” She unwrapped an octagon-shaped plate decorated with assorted flowers in blue, red and orange and held the plate toward the light streaming through the window. “How beautiful. And look, there’s a tiny bridge leading to the garden at the bottom of the plate.” She pointed at a small orange flower. “This one looks like it could be a marigold and the pink one a daisy.”

“Just like our names.” Marigold clasped her hands under her chin.

“I noticed there was a cabinet built into the wall in the dining room, which would be the perfect spot to display these.” Daisy unwrapped another plate.

Memphis sneezed. “From the amount of dust, my guess is whoever built the house left these behind.” She waved her handkerchief toward another trunk. “That one is filled with fabric, ribbon, and yarn. Come look.”

Memphis carefully unfolded brown paper to uncover patchwork squares of appliqué leaves and flowers in yellow, blue, and green. “There seems to be enough for a complete quilt.”

Daisy lifted yards of calico remnants in complementary dot-patterned calico.

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