country creatures dining, courting, glad to be alive.
She had followed Jean this evening with awe and joy, taking in everythingâthe fresh green fields, the pink blossom-clad orchards, the pond full of ducks and geese, the vast blue sky tinged with evening shades of red. She was going to spend a whole summer in this paradise.
When the girls followed Jean into the barn, Helene had stayed back. She turned toward the sun and gazed at the fields stretching to the horizon. Never had she seen so much open space, inhaled air so clean. She flung her arms wide, spun in a circle, and laughed out loud. Then she had slipped into the barn with the others.
Now soft light glowed through the window across from her. How would everything look by moonlight? Helene slipped on shoes, stole to the door halfway down the length of the dorm, and quietly opened it. She tiptoed down the outside stairs, crossed the yard, and watched the moon reflect golden in the pond. She inhaled the scent of grass and newly turned earth. If only her family could enjoy this too.
As she headed back to the stairs, she heard a soft sob over the night noises. Quietly she followed the sound to the back of the barn. There, hunched over a washtub, was her roommate Isabel, scrubbing at her yellow-flowered dress.
Helene stepped forward, but then remembered how Isabel had slapped away the helping hand earlier. She turned, went upstairs, fetched her old white shirt, a bar of laundry soap and came back outside. She rubbed the shirt in the grass and joined Isabel at the washtubs.
Helene nodded at Isabel as if it were quite normal to be washing clothes so late at night. She dampened her shirt and began soaping the grass stain on it.
Ignoring the small glances from Isabel, Helene hummed and rubbed, rinsed, sighed, and scrubbed some more. âThatâs a lovely dress,â she said.
âThank you. But itâs ruined. I hadnât expected a farm to be so filthy.â
âEverything is always cleaner and easier in magazines, isnât it?â
Isabel laughed. âWell, look, your stain is gone. Youâre not using the same soap I am, are you?â She held up her box of Rinso. âThe ad said it would wash away stains just by soaking them for twelve minutes. It lied.â
âWe make our own soap.â Helene blushed. Her family couldnât afford Rinso.
âA secret family ingredient?â Isabel said wistfully, dabbing at her dress again.
âWould you like to try it?â
Isabel hesitated, then took the bar of soap, lathered and rubbed it onto her dress, rinsed, and grinned widely at the clean garment she now held up. âThank you.â
âMy mother makes good soap.â
Isabel nodded in agreement. âIâm Isabel Lynch, from Guelph.â
âHelene Miller, Hamilton. Do you see a clothesline?â
âRight there. And clothes-pegs!â
The girls hung their things on the line. A warm breeze blew them softly.
âIsnât it wonderful here?â said Helene.
âMaybe Iâll like it better tomorrow.â
âLook up,â said Helene. âHave you ever seen so many stars shining as brightly? Thereâs the Milky Way. Itâs so amazing.â
Isabel gazed up at the magnificent celestial display and smiled. âThereâs the Big Dipper. And Orion, the hunter. Iâve never seen Sirius so bright.â
Helene was impressed. âHow do you know so much?â
âBilly used to show me the stars.â She spoke softly. âBefore he left, he chose our star. Sirius. We find it every night before we go to sleep and think of each other. He could be watching it this very minute.â
âBilly?â said Helene.
âBilly Morrison, my fiancé. Heâs stationed in England.â She sighed, and peered up longingly.
Helene wished she missed someone that much. She thought of telling Isabel about the five boys she wrote to every weekâsheâd taken over
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