Discovering Treasure by Crystal Mary Lindsey Page B

Ryan declared she was also going to church and asked Ella if she minded her company. “Everyone sit’s around sharing food with a cuppa after the service, so don’t expect Miss Ella home until at least midday or even later, will you Miss Treasure.” Taking their Bibles and a cake baked the previous day, the two began the walk at fifteen minutes before the hour
    So it looked like she’d have lunch alone, with just Paris for company. Well, there was no excuse to not write the letter to her uncle, she’d been putting off. Thinking about him, she determined that perhaps she had judged the man wrongly.
    Concluding the second page, it took some mulling over for exactly how to word it, about her mother’s secret. Perhaps it was best to be straightforward and not beat around the bush. So she finished with –. My grandmother’s lawyer, Mr. Latham gave me a letter written by my real mother. I wonder if you know about this. Anyhow, I was relieved to hear the explanation at last because Mother Primrose always displayed a love for me, like no other. I wish to thank you for caring for the both of us and allowing us the freedom to follow our dreams. Sincerely Treasure.
    Licking a stamp to the envelope, and securing Paris to a rope, she left the house for a leisurely walk to the postbox. The street was quiet; except for the loud hymn singing that couldn’t be ignored coming from the church. Enjoying the sound, Treasure wandered over to sit on a bench at one of the outdoor wooden tables. This spot looked like a place travelers stopped to eat pre-packed refreshments. Or, perhaps it was also where the church members enjoyed the fellowship that Mrs. Ryan spoke of, after church. A protective roof covered the area to protect from the elements, was much appreciated on this warm, early spring day. Everyone must be at church Treasure conceded, as no shops appeared to be trading and all the vehicles, both motorized and horse-drawn stood out front on the road or to the other side of the building.
    Paris was restless and undoubtedly so! She wanted to sniff everywhere, so giving up her seat Treasure allowed her to meander and snuffle at ease. Unaware that she was observed by some through open windows. Treasure laughed at Paris being started by a horse, whose head was bent to watch the dog, then it suddenly snorted, puffing dust in her face. Regaining her bravado, Paris continued on, but this time not as close to the livestock, instead, going to their water trough. Wondering if she wanted a drink of water, Treasure lifted her so she could gain access. “My Paris, you feel much heavier than you did, I can’t feel your bones as much as before.” They were only at the end of their first week in the valley and although not much more than a pup, Paris flourished, and gaining weight. “Come on mon amie, you can take your fill easier at home. I want to get myself a bite for lunch and then play you some piano.” Paris looked up as if understanding perfectly and as Treasure pulled her in the direction of their house, she complied with her happy tongue hanging loose and a contented pulling on her rope.

7
    Treasure learns about prayer.
    On return from church, Mrs Ryan declared herself bushed on her feet and retired to bed for a rest. So the young women were left to their own devises again and relaxed on the verandah bench.
    â€œI declare, a good swing seat for three would go nicely out here, it will be Kelvin’s subsequent job. The poor man won’t know what to expect next.” Treasure placed a glass of water at her side on the floor, then turned to her friend. “So Ella, how was church this morning? Paris and I went for a stroll and I must say the singing sounded hearty.”
    Ella nodded with a smile on her face, “I saw you,” she admitted. “In fact many people questioned me after the service as to why you didn’t come with us.”
    Treasure looked perplexed and picked